Accidentally Assisting

Chapter 23 - Whiskey and your lips

I dread the next evening with every inch in my body. Yoongi intimidates me and I can't imagine anything more awkward than spending an evening with him and Jungkook. I really don't see why Jungkook can't just let it go and cancel this evening since I don't work for Yoongi and there's no particular reason for me to have to get along with him. Can't he just be satisfied with the fact that I get along with most members? Why does he have to push the whole Suga thing?

With Jungkook, it's hard to judge if he's doing it for my interest, helping me grow out of my shell, or if he's doing for his own twisted enjoyment of watching me be awkward.

At this current moment, my boss is getting his makeup done for an interview they'll attend shortly. His make-up artist, Somi, keeps touching his face in an unnecessary frequent manner that makes my stomach twist in an unfamiliar way.

Why does the sight of these two annoy me so much? Of course, she has to touch his face to do his makeup, it's the essence of her job. I should really stop being so immature.

Does she have to stand this close to him while she's doing it, though? It's not like she has to see every single pore. And why does she keep sending him a flirty smile? This is the waiting room of the Ellen Show, not a bar. If she has to flirt, she should at least have the decency to do it somewhere else.

"Careful, I can smell your jealousy from here," Minha, one of the stylists and my closest friend at BigHit, suddenly whispers into my ear.

"What?" I raise an eyebrow at her. "Why the heck would I be jealous?"

"Exactly," my friend retorts, not the least fazed by my aggressive, defensive tone, "why would you jealous of the girl who gets to touch your boss's face for ten minutes a day when you live with him?"

I chew on my lip. She's got a point. Her words make me sound irrational and crazy, which is exactly what I'm being. "You're right. Besides, it's not a competition."

Minha just smiles knowingly at that. "Mmh, sure."

...

When someone knocks on the door of my room this evening, I walk towards as slowly as possible, not the least eager to commence this incredibly cringeworthy evening.

In front of me are standing Jungkook and Yoongi. Yoongi is wearing a simple blue sweater and looks relaxed and maybe a little bit sleepy, while Jungkook is, as usual, fully clothed in black, his dark hair hidden in a bucket hat by freaking Louis Vuitton. I try not to think about the fact that this hat alone probably costs more than my entire wardrobe and  greet both of them, forcing a smile on my face.

If I pretend to have fun, maybe I'll actually have fun. Fake it till you make it, as they say.

Jungkook's wide, black eyes run down my outfit in a way that immediately makes my cheek flush. Shit, why does he always affect me so damn much? "You dressed up," my boss notes.

Confused, I say: "Wasn't I supposed to? We're going out."

"Sure," my boss shrugs, something dangerous in his tone, "but your style has been very... simple lately. I'm just surprised, that's all."

He's not wrong. Since I've been running on a solid average of five hours of sleep per day in the last few weeks, I've preferred to slumber for ten more minutes instead of taking the time of putting together a good outfit. Besides, who cares how I dress? I'm just an assistant, I'm here to work in the shadows.

"We don't all have a personal stylist to think for us." Twenty seconds in, and I'm already annoyed at him. This evening is going to go well.

"Yes," Jungkook retorts, "what a shame." The way he arrogantly drags that last word makes my blood boil. I need to be careful not to drink too much tonight or I might not be able to hold my tongue anymore.