After leaving the towel on for a few more minutes, I removed it, lightly rubbing to try and get it a bit more dry. Then I combed it, and proceeded to add the toner to turn his hair platinum. The color I'd loved the most on him so far.

~♡~

An hour and a half later, Tae looked amazing with his newly dyed hair, as did Jimin, Jungkook and RM.

After we cleaned up our work stations, the four of us that had done hair met with the other three in the large "closet" full of clothes that the boys outfits would be chosen from.

Kyung Mi had already pulled several outfits out, and had them laid out for the boys to look over. They were set out in sets, meaning, there were two sets of 7 outfits that complimented each other, so the boys would have to decide on a set of outfits, and agree.

I sat in a chair in the corner, knowing that I would be no help whatsoever, not really having much fashion sense. Give me jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie and I was happy.

"Laney, come look. Which ones do you think would look better on the boys." Hei Ran said, waving me over.

I got up, figuring I could at least give my opinion, even though I wouldn't be any help choosing. I looked at the outfits, not really sure who's was who's, but I didn't think It mattered.

"It's just my opinion, because I don't know a thing about fashion, but I like the black denim with the white shirts."

Sang Hee nodded. "I agree."

The door opened and the guys all came in, talking amongst themselves as they walked up to us.

"What are we picking from today, Yung Mi?" RM asked, looking past her to see what the options were.

"I'm voting for the Black pants and white shirts, because I don't feel like wearing shorts." Suga said, walking to the chair I had been occupying and plopping down.

Mi Ok smiled. "I knew he was going to say that."

"Are we all in agreement on the black pants and white shirts then" RM asked, looking to each of the guys for confirmation.

Taehyung looked at me, a smile on his face, and nodded to RM. "Yep, works for me."

Each of the guys agreed, and then I heard words that caused my heart to start racing.

"Okay, well, we need to try them on, and make sure they don't need any adjustments, so guys, grab your outfits. Tae, you need to have Laney help you, so she can see what's involved, so that when it comes time to change into them for the performance, she knows what needs to be done to help you get changed quickly and with no mistakes."

I looked up, my gaze catching Tae's, and he was smirking.

Dear God, this was way beyond anything I could have even imagined.. 

Tae grabbed the pants and shirt that were his, and turned to me. "Ready?"

No absolutely not

 "Sure."

He walked over to a spot with a chair, setting the clothes down and squatting to take his shoes off. I realized that all these guys were just going to change right here, in this room, with all the girls right there with them.

I glanced up just in time to see Jungkook handing Soo Yun his pants, and realized he was standing there in his boxers and a t-shirt, getting ready to pull the black jeans on. I quickly looked away, focusing my attention back on Tae, which was also a mistake.

He was pulling his hoodie over his head, which had pulled his t-shirt underneath up, revealing his stomach.

I sucked in a breath, and tried to remain calm. Once he had the hoodie off, he glanced at me, the smirk still on his face. "You okay, you look a little flushed."

"Is this normal, you guys just change wherever?" I squeaked.

He laughed. "Not wherever, I mean, this is basically a big changing room that holds pretty much all of our outfits. But at concerts, we change backstage, sometimes below the stage depending on how quickly we need to change, or to what extent. If we're just changing a jacket, or a shirt, it's normal for it to happen below the stage."

I took a breath, trying to calm my heart. Then he reached for the waistband of his pants, and I closed my eyes.

"You can't help me if your eyes are closed, Delaney. You're going to have to get used to this if you're going to be my stylist."

Only for 30 days, 29 now.

I opened my eyes, and he pushed the black track pants he was wearing down, letting them fall to the floor.

"Don't worry, you'll never see me in less than this...unless I let you."

My eyes widened, and he chuckled. He stepped out of the pants that were pooled around his feet, and grabbed the jeans, shaking them opened and sticking one foot in, then the other.

"For future reference, your job would be to have these ready for me, so all I have to do is step into them and pull them up." He smiled cutely, obviously enjoying my embarrassment.

He pulled them up, and I fought between openly looking at him, and averting my eyes away as he pulled the zipper up, fastening the button. He tucked the t-shirt he was wearing into the waistband, and I watched, in a daze.

"Can you hand me that shirt?" He asked, holding back a smile.

I picked up the flowy white shirt, handing it to him, and he pulled it on, fastening the buttons, and tucking in the front of it, pulling a little out so it pillowed over a bit, leaving the back untucked to billow as he moved.

He looked...scrumptious. I just wanted to eat him up. The jeans were snug, and the oversized shirt added to the look perfectly. I couldn't look away.

"Does it look okay?"

He was standing in front of me, fixing the shirt, trying to make sure he had it tucked evenly on the sides, twisting to look under his arm to try and see.

I stepped forward, helping him by pulling a little out on one side so that it was the same as the other side, then pulling a little out of one side in the front.

He smiled at me. "See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

I realized that he had purposely tucked it crooked, so that I had to help him. I tilted my head at him, narrowing my eyes.

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what?"

He had a mischievous grin on his face, and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"You look amazing." He looked better than amazing.

"Thank you."

RM walked over to us, looking equally amazing in his outfit. "You good Tae-ah? Any adjustments needed?"

"I'm good, everything feels fine."

"Okay, on to the next outfit."

He walked away, and Tae motioned for me to follow him. I fell into step beside him as we walked back to the rack where Kyung Mi was pulling more outfits off and laying them on the table.

"Anyone have any preference?" Soo Yun asked, holding a pair of leather pants in front of her.

The choices seemed to be leather pants for all of them, with sequined jackets over t-shirts, or  denim jeans varying from white to dark, paired with various shirts and jackets.

"I vote for the leather," Jungkook stated.

"Figures," Jimin replied.

"What? It's comfortable. And I look good in it."

Jimin snorted. "You think you look good in everything."

Jungkook shrugged. "Army seem to think I look good in everything too..."

He wasn't wrong.

"Guys, can we decide?" Hei Ran said, looking at Jimin as a mother would look at a misbehaving  child.

"Are we going to go with majority rules?" J-hope asked.

They all nodded.

"Okay, if you want the leather/sequin combo, stay by Jungkook, if you want the Denim, come over here by me."

Suga and Jin moved to stand next to Jungkook, the other three moving to where J-hope was standing.

Jungkook made a noise, frowning.

I was torn. I would have loved to see Tae, all of them really, in the leather pants, but at the same time, I was a sucker for the light, ripped denim, the lighter, the better. I was praying that the pair of white jeans were Tae's.

They all grabbed their outfits once again, and I wasn't disappointed. Tae grabbed the white pair of denim jeans and corresponding shirt, heading back to where we had been before, dropping everything on the chair.

He pulled the shirt out of his  jeans, unbuttoning it, looking at me as he did.

"If I should be doing something, please tell me. I don't want to cross a line, but I also want to do my job correctly."

"Honestly, you can help with whatever you're comfortable with right now. I understand that you're nervous."

"Okay, fair enough. But if I weren't nervous, what exactly would I be expected to be doing right now?"

"Right now, not as much as during a show or concert. When we're in a hurry, I'll need you more, and you would just do whatever you can to help me, whether it's helping me button or unbutton a shirt, or tie my shoes, or even get my pants on. Touching up make up or fixing my hair is something that happens on an as needed basis, and is generally something you have to constantly be paying attention to, because I can't see myself, so I have no idea how my make up looks, or if my hairs messed up."

"You do know that you're gorgeous even when your hairs messed up, or you have no make up on, right?"

He had been looking down at the buttons he was undoing, but his eyes lifted to mine as I said what had been on the tip of my tongue, my cheeks immediately burning.

"You really think so?" He asked playfully, winking at me.

"Don't act like you don't already know that. I've seen some of your Tweets, you are very well aware of the fact that you are breathtakingly handsome."

He smiled a crooked smile, shaking his head lightly. "So I've been told, but I'm not trying to look any specific way. I'm just being me." He shrugged.

He undid the button and zipper on his pants, pushing them down his hips, but because they were snug, his boxers started to slide with them, and my eyes widened as I saw more skin being exposed.

I immediately stepped forward, my hands reaching for his, stopping his actions. My eyes met his, and I saw the sparkle there, his eyes smiling even when his mouth wasn't.

"That was close..." he said quietly, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"Nice Tae-ah...you tell me not to pick on her because she's nervous, but you're over there practically getting naked in front of her just to see how embarrassed she'll get." Jimin yelled from across the room. "Pull your pants up, I don't want to see your ass..."

The rest of the guys all laughed, and my cheeks felt like they were literally on fire.

Tae started to laugh, pulling the boxers up and pushing the jeans down, and I let out a sigh of relief, realizing that this job was nothing like what I'd thought it would be.

"I'm sorry, Delaney. It's kind of a thing we've all done when we'd get a new stylist, just to mess with her. The noona's that are here now have all been here for at least two years, so none of us have gotten to play around like that in quite awhile. I couldn't resist."

I could only look at him, wanting to remind him that I wasn't a noona, at least not in my wish. But I had no words, because the image of that line of hair traveling from his navel down was stuck in my mind, and I was afraid it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

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A/N:

Just so you are all aware, I have no idea if their stylist noona's actually help with this sort of thing, but for this story, they do, lol.

If you have issues with it, I'm sorry. It just seems to work here, so I went with it.

Hugs 🤗

T.