"Great day everyone, let's all wrap it up!" Mi Cha clapped her hands together as hair and make-up cheered. It had been a success overall and tomorrow was looking like a wonderful day to kick off a tour! Clean up your stations on the bus, prep whatever you need and get ready for a fantastic day tomorrow! Bright and early, be ready at eight am sharp, we have a fan get-together that morning before the concert."

Yawning, you rubbed your eyes and took off straight for bed. Always a night owl, you knew that if you didn't go to sleep right now, you would never be awake enough to give a good look in the morning. And you planned to get there at least ten minutes early so you could set up as slowly as you were used to.

So the next morning at half-past six, your alarm went off and you got up with only one groan. You began with a splash of water on your face and a quick shower and bathroom break. Throwing your hair up in a quick style, you then decided to do some freckles on yourself, highlighting what you had, adding some where you wanted. As a make-up artist, it was always important to look good, because you were your own advertisement. With a simple winged liner, powerful brow and a glossy lip, you were ready to get dressed.

Your wardrobe was also monotonous. It had to be all black for work, but that didn't mean it couldn't be fun. A sleeveless crop top with a low back was easily tucked into a professional looking black pencil skirt. The pleather bralette underneath gave the outfit a bit of a "punk" pop that you could see from the back. And to top it off, you threw some sunglasses in your hair.

Nodding at yourself in the mirror, you grabbed your work bags and headed to your station, happy to see that everyone else was still getting ready. Breakfast would have to wait, despite your stomach's protests.

Once you made it to your station, you relaxed just a bit. You had enough time to sit and get everything ready and not embarrass yourself again.

By the time everyone else flooded in, you were just finishing up, which allowed you to be able to just simply stand and smile when the boys finally came inside.

"Hi!" The youngest member sat in your chair, beating a grumpy and disheveled looking Yoongi, who sat down in Ji Eun's chair. "I'm Jungkook. So you're the freckles girl? We all have to try you now, you know."

"Well, then I'm glad I got here in early today. My name is YN. What do you want for make-up?" You smiled back at the happy guy, glad to hear that everyone was taking a shine to your particular skill.

"Rainbow freckles!" He cheered with a laugh.

"NO!" Mi Cha cried from across the room. "You can ask her all you want, Jungkook but no one else here will be giving you those damn things! Especially not me! Be quick, YN!"

You and Jungkook both made guilty, but mischievous faces as you were scolded by the senior make-up artist. But nonetheless, you picked out a plethora of colors and got right to work.