BTS×Reader ~ Imagine you are the 8th Member of BTS

It Pays Off

Your body was buzzing. Like full-blown hair raised vibrating.
You sat carefully trying not to move too much as Chan-Hee applied the thick eyeliner on your lash line not wanting to have it smudge and you end up looking like a panda.

Taehyung: Noona! Noona! Noona! there are so many people out there already!
He came bounding into the room at full speed followed closely behind by Jungkook and Jimin having already finished their makeup not too long ago.

And while his excitement was usually contagious right now it made your stomach twist and a heavy feeling fill it.

Jimin: Noona why aren't you smiling?
The small dancer asked sitting in the chair beside you.

Chan-hee: ah that question. How many times have you heard that today?
She sat back leaning against the vanity as she eyed you.

You swallowed thickly looking around blinking a few times while your eyes got used to the feeling of the eyeliner, the burn of it stinging your eyes.

Jungkook: Noona? What's wrong?
Jungkook who stood between Taehyung and Jimin's place spoke softly, the worry evident in his eyes.

Y/N: nothing's wrong.
You pulled a forced smile dropping it as soon as you turned away from the three of them and back forward where your stylist blocked the view to the mirror where she leant.

The three maknae stood silently beside you, sighs and low mumbles barely intelligible over the sounds that filled every inch of this building.

Chan-Hee hummed unhappily but said no more as she picked up where she left off before the door opened, heads turning to see who entered.

Hoseok entered adjusting the sleeve on the shirt he was wearing as he looked over towards the group of you, his brow creasing in confusion

Hoseok: why the long faces?
He asked looking from the maknae's to yourself and the stylist.

Taehyung: Hyung, Noona won't smile
He pouted slinking over towards the rapper.

Hoseok: won't smile?

It was like he'd heard the most preposterous thing in the world, his face shifting to show exactly that's what he thought before he turned towards you.

Hoseok: Noona is everything honestly okay?

You pressed your lips into a thin line looking up at your stylist who seemed to understand your meaning without even a word, excusing herself from the room so it was just the five of you left behind.

You sighed twisting the chair you were in so you were now faced the lot of them, a mixture of sadness and worry coating every inch of their features.

Y/N: I'm... nervous

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the obvious wobble of your bottle lip.

Hoseok let slip a chuckle, your eyes widening as you glared at him.

Hoseok: sorry, Noona we are all nervous. right?

He waved his hands at you before looking at the younger ones for back up. Jimin nodded his head, the cap he was wearing shifting slightly making him look like a bobblehead.

Jimin: yeah totally! I could shi

Hoseok slapped a hand across Jimin's mouth before any more could come out causing a pop sound to echo the room

Hoseok: Jimin-ah!

He reprimanded, but a soft giggle came out before you could stop it.

Hoseok: Him swearing did not just make you laugh did it?