maquillage ° jjk

03| haze

⚠️ "en️glish"
⚠️ "korean"

bangkok, thailand

"annyeongha- hello you must be min miso, nice to meet you"

a guy wearing a neat dress shirt tucked in a pair of nicely ironed pants greeted me with a thick korean accent. i can tell that he's quite having a difficulty since he's stuttering

i shook his hand that he reached out for me to shake and did a slight bow

i'm somehow proud of myself because i grew up in a korean household despite of living in a foreign country. my parents talk to me in korean so i know how to speak in korean but in school of course i speak in english

"no, no it's okay i can speak in korean" i nodded in assurance "nice to meet you as well" i smiled

"my name is moonjae, son moonjae, i work for the security department of the crew nice to meet you" he helped my carry my luggage

as we got out of the airport, the heat of bangkok meets my skin. yes it's hot in la but the wind is quite chilly.

i removed my jacket to reduce the heat and quickly followed moonjae to the black van

the airconditioner of the vehicle saved myself from melting down.

"we'll be dropping you off at the hotel so you can settle and unpack. the styling team is there as well, they might give you some briefing about the whole make-up thing" moonjae said from the passenger seat

"okay" i can't help myself but to ask "is bts already here?"

there are times when i want to stitch my mouth shut, it blurts out random shit

moonjae chuckled "of course, you're a fan aren't you?" he eyed me through the folding mirror on the passenger seat

yes. "um, yeah not really, their music is good though" i chuckled awkwardly, squirming on my seat

i have no idea why i just declined that i'm a fan, an army rather. please forgive me bts

moonjae nodded as he stares at me through the mirror infront of him, i smiled back awkwardly to cut the tension

he clears his throat "well, they're still on the plane on the way here"

i know, i thought to myself. i just checked my twitter fan account and saw their airport pictures

"oh i hope they have a safe flight" i tried to be calm and professional as much as possible

as we passed by the huge stadium, i felt goosebumps. i took out my phone and attempted to snap some pics while the car is moving. most of the pictures are blurry but one came okay

"so moonjae-ssi, how long have you been working with them?" i started a conversation so it won't be awkward

"cut out the formalities, just call me by my name, it makes me feel old" he laughs "i started working with them since their first tour so it's been a long time"

"wah bts begins" i mumbled

"what?"

"no, nothing" i cleared my throat

after that i decided not to speak anymore. after telling moonjae that i'm sleepy from jetlag, he gave me space and peace. i put down my shades and slept throughout the whole car ride

"miso, wake up we're here" i felt a light shake on my shoulder

i opened my eyes a stretched my arms and back from my uncomfortable position