Bo$$ - BTS FanFic *** Completed

She's a Boss

Dez roughly brushed her hair, trying for a final time and finally succeeding in achieving a perfectly smooth bun in her hair. Securing it with pins, she placed a plain gold comb into it for simple decoration. She let her bangs and few tendrils wisp to frame her face, but she was frustrated that it made her look too soft. Pulling it all back made her look too harsh and severe, and she was admittingly letting her nerves get to her. Letting out a defeated sigh, she decided to start on wrestling some semblance of decent makeup onto her face.

Yoongi came in, hearing Dez growl as she used a facial wipe to remove her makeup and start all over again. Coming up and kneeling in front of her, he took the wipe used a gentler touch to achieve the same result. He kissed her nose, handing her a black gift bag before skimming his hands inside of her robe to rub her back skin-to-skin.

"Stop," he said softly but sternly, "You don't need to be nervous like this. I'll be with you the whole time."

Dez sighed again, making Yoongi tsk at its tone, "This guy is known for being a kind of a prick. Namjoon briefed me of how hard he can be on potential vendors, and you know how bad we need this contract to fund our next product line." She dropped her makeup brush and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Look in the bag."

Dez did as she was told, pulling out a navy blue lace thong and matching push-up bra. There was a garter belt with soft ribbons hanging loose, and nude silk stockings. She quirked an eyebrow at Yoongi, "Baby, I don't see how this helps. I'm not trying to seduce him."

"Haven't you ever heard of 'power underwear'?" He asked, eyes wide. "Something that makes you remember how smoking hot you are under all of your clothes, and gives you a sense of confidence?"

"Are you sure this isn't part of your Sailor Mercury fantasy?"

"Be that as it is, it will also do exactly as I'm telling you. Put it on."

Dez complied, standing and slipping into the underwear and bra quickly, and adjusting the smooth garter belt around her waist. As she reached for the stockings, Yoongi stopped her. Instead, he pulled them from the package, smoothing one out and scrunching the fabric so she could poke her toes into the sock. She did so, blushing as he slowly pulled it up her calf and her thigh, nimble fingers clipping the laced top into the bottom of the hanging ribbons at the front and back of her thigh. He repeated the process with the other stocking, standing and bringing her in front of the full-length mirror attached to the bathroom door.

"You look like a goddess," he murmured, kissing her neck, "You look like the type of woman that has at least seven men wrapped around her finger, ready to beckon to her call and fall at her feet to wait for her command."

Dez scoffed, reaching back to run her fingers through his silver hair, "You're biased."

"Maybe," he conceded, "But just think about how, after getting that contract, we can come back here while I peel every piece of this off with my teeth. Channel that and work your magic."

Dez grinned, turning from side to side to see how she looked at all angles. She had to admit that Yoongi was a genius, picking a color that matched her suit and pieces that set her favorite features on display. She turned and kissed him in thanks, letting him lead her back to the smaller mirror as he picked up her makeup brushes.

"You don't need foundation. Kookie picked a color that compliments your natural skin tone, and your skin looks fresh and dewy," he patted a small brush into some pigment, lifting it to sweep across her eyelids as she closed them, "It's okay to go a little lighter with this, too, because I'll use eyeliner to make your green eyes pop."

"How do you even know how to do this?" Dez asked, trying not to scrunch her eyes at the question.

"Jimin taught me," Yoongi answered plainly, "He likes us all to look 'extra hot' when we go clubbing. Hobi has a hard time with his though, so I do his before doing my own."