I prepared well for my first day. I studied the rules thoroughly. I couldn't understand most of the rules, but I tried to remember them as it is. Maybe he'll let me know about those rules when the time comes.
I have reached the spot on time. Not early nor late just on time as the rule number twelve says and dressed in formal following the modest fashion rule that he penned down in rule number five.
Yes, I pretty much studied it like those math formulas.
I sat in the dressing room holding his costume for the day. Jungkook entered the room in his bathrobe. Water dripping down from his wet hair was made evident that he just came from his bath.
I made my naive hormones to cool down and tried to act unbothered with his semi-nude appearance.
"Is my costume ready for today's show?" he asked me with his raspy morning voice.
"Yes, here it is." I handed him his clothes which I have neatly ironed and hung it on a hanger.
He took the clothes from me, and he started to loosen his bath-robe. Realizing the fact that he's going to change in front of me made me nervy.
Before stripping his robe, he looked back at me and gave me a look which clearly stated: 'Are you going to look at me like that when I change my clothes?' and with that, I turn my head at full bore risking my neck to crack.
I could only hear the rustling sound of the clothes while he was wearing them. The fact that I'm alone with a guy in a room and doing stuff involving stripping and wearing clothes is quite abnormal to me.
"Tie the bow" He ordered.
I turned back and went towards him to tie his black bow. While I was tieing his bow, he was scrolling down his SNS. The more he is nonchalant with me, the more comfortable I'm with my work.
"Done," I said when I finished tieing the bow.
"Fix that too," He said looking towards his crotch
His Jean zipper got struck with a tag and couldn't zip up properly. So he just stood there with his white shirt tucked inside and zip open.
And, No! It wasn't sexy at all. He literally looked like a kid waiting for his mum to dress him up.
Being careful, I tried to pull the zipper up. But, it wasn't even moving an inch. Vexed up with few tries, I rolled up my sleeve and got on my knees to show the zipper who really I'm. Jungkook was still on his phone as if my whole being was non-existing to him.
I tried to understand the zipper pattern and figured that if I cut the tag from its edge, it would loosen the zipper and it will work normally. Since the tag was just a thin plastic wire, I tried to break it with my teeth, not realizing that my face was just a few centimeters away from his crotch.
Suddenly the rest of the members barged into the room.
"What are you two doing?" Namjoon asked at the top of his voice with a bewildered expression. The rest of the members were also as confused as him.
"Oh, she's just trying to fix my zipper, but aggressively," Jungkook said calmly.
"Thank goodness. That looked so wrong." Namjoon said it with an awkward smile.
"Seems like he's making you work a lot y/n." Jimin sarcastically mocked me.
I blushed so hard with the embarrassment. I stood up and tried to be smooth.
"The zipper is fixed," I said plainly.
"Thank you. The make-up artist will be here at any movement. Please guide her about what kind of look you want with this costume." Jungkook said.
Within few minutes the make-up artist has arrived.
She was wearing a close fitted mini skirt and a low-cut top with tropical print over it revealing her cleavage. It would look great if we were at a beach party, but it was a big-time flop for an office wear.
"Please give him a versatile minimal with a classic look. I prefer him to look simple yet sophisticated." I stated.
"I was thinking to give a little bit of edgy look but he looks sexy in a classic look too." She bit her lips with a perverted look. I was shocked. I looked around and almost every make-up girl in the room was trying to flirt their best with the members, and they were sitting just helplessly.
She took out her make-up kit and started to put those products over his face. It was more like watching Niki Minaj-Anaconda music video. She was swinging her hips dramatically and flipping her hair regularly trying to gain his attention, but jungkook was sitting there like a saint. I tried to control my rage, but when she pulled her tee lower to make her cleavage look more revealing I lost it there.
"Move," I pushed her ruthlessly and took the brushes from her hand. Jungkook was shocked at my sudden behavior.
I stood straight, two feet away from his face, took the foundation and applied over his face.
"You can apply the same foundation standing this far. Did you get it?" my voice was very firm and authoritative.
"Wear a proper formal dress from tomorrow onwards. I don't want to see any club wear." I frowned, crossing my arms.
"An..and what rights do you have to tell me what to wear and what not to wear?" Her voice was shaky with fear yet she tried to cover it.
"Rule number seventy-three, 'Taking the authority of the make-up artist, has the freedom to explore different make-up styles and different make-up artist.' It means I have full rights over you to replace you with someone else if I don't like your working style." I gave her a half-shrug and grin showing the pride of my professional position.
"I'm sorry for my behavior. I'll try to follow them. Please don't replace me." She apologized in a low voice.
I rolled my eyes in approval for her fake apology.
She left the place as soon as she was done with her work. Jungkook stood up to leave for his show, but he turned back towards me to say something.
"Good work munchkin." He ruffled my hair with the cutest smile I have ever seen and he left.
That's when, That's exactly when I have fallen for him.
