"I don't like it. Redo it."

"I want a full face, not just the eyeliner!"

"Pretty please?!"

They hadn't been bad, they had been just like most other groups. They liked what they liked, regardless of the time constraints and you were not used to it. In fact, BTS was the anomaly.

But now wasn't the time to think about this. Now was the time to clean.

"CLEAN MY FACE!" Yoongi shouted as he raced into your chair, causing a rush of air to whoosh by you and stir your hair.

"Alright! I can do that. I just didn't realize my chair was such hot property." You giggled a bit. "Close your eyes."

Yoongi smiled as he followed your direction. He absolutely had to get your seat for this. Getting his face cleaned might only have taken a hot minute, but it was a pleasure he was craving at the moment. Plus, he had to ask.

"So, you think I'm..." He fumbled. He wanted to ask. He really did. But as your fingers swept around his face, relaxing him.... he couldn't.

"You're what?" You pressed gently as your light fingers cleaned his face, removing any trace of make-up. You wanted a fresh start for the grunge look tonight.

"Better at cleaning my face?" He frowned, knowing that wasn't what he wanted to say, but saying it nonetheless.

You giggled again, knowing this was an odd question.

"Well, if I'm being honest, it's the dirtiest I've ever seen it." You joked around as the cool, cleansing swipes pulled across his eyes and his faux freckles. "Almost done."

He let out a whine, surprising you slightly.

"We don't have a lot of time," You added in suddenly, "Otherwise I'd clean your face even better."

"Promise?" The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it and his cheeks slipped another shade darker before he could try and stop them as well.

If he had opened his eyes, however, he would have noticed your own cheeks matching.

"Promise." You whispered back.

But time was of the essence. The BTS group needed their make-up done ASAP so they could get on stage. Today was grunge; heavy eye-liner. So once Yoongi's face was clean, you went to work on lining his eyes.

"Line, line, line." You chirped as you swiped the dark stick across his lids.

A smile tugged at Yoongi's lips. Cute, just like Taehyung said. But he quickly tried to throw the thought out of his head. No. I can't do anything with her. Performing comes first. Maybe in a few years I'll get to settle down. Maybe then I can find someone who will like me with all my baggage. I'll just ask her tomorrow why she thinks I'm "crazy hot"... that is... if I get her chair! I'll have to get here even even earlier.

He suddenly groaned.

"Are you okay?" You asked, pausing. "I didn't poke your eye, did I?"

"No, no!" Yoongi frowned. "Tomorrow is just going to be exhausting."

"Well, you're welcome to sleep in my chair if you want." You smiled as Yoongi peeked an eye open briefly. His heart fluttered just a bit, scaring him. So he shut his eyes quickly.

"Thank you." Was all he could say quickly.