Past

Footsteps carry you down the crystal clean halls, the towering white halls of the Big Hit building surrounding you, encasing you in safe atmosphere. You walk with dance in your steps, a happy tune playing through your head as you almost skip on your way.

There must be something seriously wrong with you. When was the last time you were this happy about your job? 

Your blissful thoughts are interrupted by the call of your name, a familiar voice echoing through the halls.

"Y/N!"

You turn around to see Jimin jogging towards you.

His golden hair bounces on his head as he runs over, blinding his sight every time it comes down before bouncing up again to reveal his alluring eyes. His face lights up when you make eye contact, crescent moons taking over the shape of his eyes while his plump lips reveal his gleaming smile.

"Oh, hey Jimin."

"Hey, wow. Sorry." He pants and rests his hands on his knees for a second before standing up straight again "I've been looking for you."

"For me?" you unintentionally squeak, questioning if you're hearing him right.

"Yeah, I never got chance to congratulate you on your performance!" he smiles. He grabs my wrist and shakes in the air "Whooo!"

A cheery laugh sounds from you, adoring the dorky side of his personality "Thanks. I would congratulate you too but sadly I wasn't able to see your performance."

"Eh, don't worry about it. You'll be able to see loads more now that I hear you've joined our company which again I have to say" he grabs my wrist again "Whoohooo!"

You laugh once again at his dorky humor. He continues to smile at you but doesn't let go of your wrist. You look down at his hands and they slowly intertwine with your fingers.

"And I guess that also means I'll have more chances to get closer to you." Your taken back by his sudden change in tone. He takes another step towards you and you take another step backwards not knowing how to react.

Your back rests against the wall, you can't move away from the close proximity anymore. Jimin takes a final step, closing the distance between you. His body now directly in front of yours, almost resting against each other. Your body freezes as your brain shuts down. You had never been approached like this before. A tongue slips out his mouth to lick his plump lips. All your body can process is a wide blink at the angelic man tasting his own lips. He smirks as you gulp nervously.

"Y/N!"

A loud call of your name echoes down the hallway, interrupting your heated moment.

"Oh my gosh, why is everyone always shouting my name?!" you say annoyed.

A staff member pops their head from behind a door, her desperate stare fixated on you with pleading eyes. "We need your help in here! Now!" In an instant, she disappears, not waiting for your response or possible protests to her command.

"Will be right there!" you call back, having no choice but to agree.

When you look back at Jimin you're surprised he's still standing close to you. His chest is so close to yours that you're afraid he can hear your heart beat at the uncontrollable pace it was going. "You should probably go. That noona gets angry quite easily." his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

He takes a step back, releasing you. You can feel oxygen finally entering your lungs again as he returns the space he stole, your heart falling to its same pace. "Hmm-hm, yeah. I'll, um, catch up with you later." you awkwardly deliver, nodding your head.

"Yeah" he grins at your flustered self "Later."

With a turn of your heel, you shuffle yourself into the room. The door displays a label saying 'Hair and Makeup'.

"The fuck?" you say as you walk into a chaotic room of hairstylists and makeup artists running around. The air was heavy with business and chaos.

Your legs lead you deeper into the room. You notice Yoongi's passed out on a couch in the corner, his mouth hanging slightly open as he curls up with his hands between his legs. Jin's head sunk low, deeply absorbed in scrolling through his phone. You think about maybe bowing and saying 'hi' to them. Your thought gets interrupted by a sudden force.

"Excuse me?!" a woman pushes herself past you and bumps your shoulder really hard.

"Ow," you mutter, rubbing your shoulder as you frown at the ignorant woman "mind you."

"Hey, you!" a familiar Unnie shouts at you from the other side of the room. Her frantic voice matching the frantic look on her face as she rushes around the make up table, numerous tools locks in her sweaty palms. "Come here!"

You unwillingly push yourself towards her, dreading to know why she wanted you. As you near you notice her hands dabbing at a sleeping Jungkook's face as she applies make up. His resting body lies slumped in the thin chair, measured breaths escape him as his broad chest rises and falls gently. His features rest tranquilly, his mouth hanging slightly open.

You chuckle to yourself, an amused smile pleasing your lips.

Cute

"Where's Jimin?" the woman snaps at you, grabbing your attention away from the beautiful young man.

"Huh?" your eyes dart upwards "Oh, he was just walking down the hall."

"Damn it!" she curses, a grimace creasing her face. "Okay, I'm going to go find him. I need to do his hair. And YOU"

A bony finger points at you. She shoves a makeup brush into your hands. You barely catch it, the brush almost falling to the ground "you're going to finish Jungkook's makeup."

Confused at her command, you raise an eyebrow at her questioningly "What? No, lady. I'm not a makeup artist. I work in the dance compartment."

"Don't lady me." she snaps "You're girl I'm sure you can apply basic make up."

With that, she rushes off leaving you with your mouth agape with protests stuck on the tip of your tongue. The unusual brush lies clutched in your hand, your mind trying to figure out it's purpose as you inspect it strongly.

Yes, you were girl. But to be honest the only thing you knew how to apply was lip balm and mascara. And you were pretty sure Jungkook didn't wear mascara.

.....or did he?

You sigh "Alright"

Picking up a liquid bottle that matched Jungkook's skin tone, you could only guess it was some sort of BB cream or foundation. "Let's get this party started."

She said basic, so you were going to go with basic. But, oh my gosh, even basic makeup was so hard for you.

Squeezing the liquid out of the bottle, your spread it over the back of your hand, trying to remember how you've seen girls usually do this.

"Damn, how do you have such nice skin? You don't even need this shit." You say to yourself, admiring Jungkook's soft features.

For a second you think that you saw a glimpse of Jungkook's lips pulling back to smile at your compliment. Your eyes shoot up to see that his eyes still tightly shut, not a single movement in sight. You guess he was just smiling in his sleep or his lips twitched. Dismissing your doubtful thoughts you return back to applying foundation.

The process was going surprisingly smoothly until you attempt to apply the foundation under his eyes. You find it difficult from the awkward angle you were standing in. A sigh blows from your mouth as you attempt in multiple ways, bending your back in odd positions.

"Damn it" you say, shifting into different positions.

While trying to move around your foot gets caught on the chair leg. The metal leg tugs on yours. Your body collapses, landing on Jungkook's lap. You land with a soft "Umf!" escaping your mouth. You panic, afraid he'll notice the heavy weight resting upon him.

"Oh shit." You whisper, studying him. But he doesn't stir. You look around and realize no one else in the room had noticed either. Everyone moves around busily, working in their world.

Thank god he's a deep sleeper. You're about to get up until you realize that the angle that you're sitting from gives you better access to Jungkook's face.

You bite your lip looking around once more to see if anyone was looking at you. You come to a decision that since you're already sitting on his lap you might as well stay there.

A quick prayers flows along your thoughts as you hope that he doesn't wake up and you continue to do his makeup. Finishing off his foundation you move onto his lips. Your body twists around, searching for some kind of lip cosmetic. A faint red lip tint lies on the table. Your eyes light up, grabbing the small container.

You look over the brushes, deciding on a more suitable tool to apply the tint. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the foreign objects. After spending ages on deciding which brush to choose you pick up the smallest one and dip it into the small container.

Turning around you blow out a nervous breathe before moving closer to Jungkook's face. You stroke the small brush onto his lips slowly, your hands slightly shaking.

A burning desire grows inside you just from staring at his gorgeously smooth and attractive lips. Your eyes take in the details of his luscious lips. You notice how his top lip is a bit thin but then his thick bottom lip makes everything look more inviting.

You find yourself biting yourself biting your lip. Focus Y/N!

You mentally slap yourself, shaking your head. You hold the brush tightly between your fingers, returning to your eyes to focus on the brush more than his lips. The tint smudges off the corner of his lips onto his cheeks at your clumsy actions.

"Whoops."

Your thumb attempts to rub it off but ends up smudging it even more. You groan internally. Your eyes solely focus as you gently rub at his flesh. As you rub his lips you feel a deep stare boring into your face. You look up at instinct to find yourself locking eyes with Jungkook.

You freeze, your finger still upon his bright lips. His big dark brown eyes consume you. You can't help but lose yourself in them. His still and peaceful face is so close to yours, making it impossible for you to breathe normally.

An eternity passes by. Too focused on his eyes you barely notice your body slipping off his thighs.

"Oh!"

You almost fall to the ground but a firm hand grabs your waist and pulls you back onto his lap. The lip tint and brush crash on the ground making a loud sound. But you barely notice.

Your hands now press against Jungkook's chest and his face is even closer to yours than before. Your lips share a painfully short distance from his, they're so close, almost touching. You feel his hot breath on your lips, almost moistening it.

The hot temperature of his lips seems to raise the temperature all over as you feel your body heating up and your cheeks reddening. Your eyes lift to meet his. Jungkook doesn't meet your gaze, instead he's staring down at your lips as you were before. The sight of him focusing your lips makes you gulp.

His eyes finally raise to meet yours again and you lost it. All sorts of thoughts creep into your brain.

And they all relate to those lips.

"Y/N, Noona" he whispers lowly, his breath hitting you more.

Just by the sound of him pronouncing your name makes your heart beat faster.

You swallow. "Hm?" is all you can manage to respond with as you awkwardly hold the stare.

"Is my make up finished?"

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A/N: That chapter turned out a lot better than I expected. Alright so you're finally getting steamy with Kookie!! Okay maybe it wasn't that good but it gets better TRUST ME.

I promise I won't disappoint all you freaky readers. 😏😏😏