lost in translation || BTS

and so it begins

SLAY MY BABIES WE ARE ALL SO PROUD OF YALL!
~~

"They don't have a concert, right?"
"Nope."
"Do they have a shoot?"
"Nope."
"Are they meeting someone?"
"Are you trying to annoy me?"
"Then what do they need makeup for?"
"Going out. You'll be doing base today. Just be quick at it. Okay?"
"And what will you do?"
"How do you shut the fuck up?"
"Unnie! Answer me."
"I supervise. I don't do makeup and all."
"Okay, cool. I can't wait to touch them."
"Get away from me."

--
I call her Unnie, but I don't get the concept of giving a different name for different relationships or statuses. This is why Korean is confusing. There's oppa and hyung, then unnie and noona. I mean, goddamn, just call them by their names and be done with it. Kate even calls her grandmother by her name.

"It's 6:30 in the morning, where are they going?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. Today I didn't put much makeup on, so I can rub and ruin my face as much as I want.
"To a different studio, and meet some people. This week is a lot of work for them, but after this they'll be a lot freer."
"Why?"
"Bon Voyage."
"No. NO! I fucking love Bon Voyage. I'm literally dying. Someone choke me."
"Gladly....."

This annoying fuck.

The room suddenly got a lot clustered, as people barged in like it was subway. The people who were already inside were requested to move out, and I could see some people with cameras outside. In a short while, seven men in casual clothing entered the room, and the bodyguards who were inside walked out. Three makeup artists stood in line, as Ae Ra pushed me beside them. Apparently, I had to stand like that too.

"These are your new makeup artists. The previous ones resigned, all together, as they were hired as a group."
Look at her lie through those perfectly lined teeth and pink lips. Am I gay? Yes. For her, I definitely am.

"Hello!" (A/n: just imagine them saying annyeonghaseyo in their adorable voices), they cheered and bowed down. I thought their cuteness was only a facade, but no, they really are like this......or maybe it's for the camera that we were surrounded by, I notice two people standing in two corners of the room; video taping everything. Do they ever get to live their actual lives?

"This is Nia, she'll be doing the base for Yoongi oppa, Namjoon, Jin oppa and Jungkook. Rest girls, pick your men."

I'm sure they'll all run for Jimin. And when they did pick Jimin's chair, I was not surprised. It seemed like no one was. Ae Ra shook her head in disappointment and assigned them the members herself. She then walked towards me and said that I'd be doing Jimin's makeup, and not Jungkook's. "To keep those hands off of Jimin. These fangirls go crazy."

Boy, me too.

Namjoon, Jin and Jimin were doing something weird while I was sent to grab the makeup bags. I understand the layout now. At least three of them have to be left free and wild so that the fans can have some content. Who'd be interested to watch all seven of their faces being baked all together anyway?

Me.

"Hello." Oh my god, Yoongi stop saying things like that, it makes me wanna kiss you. "Ho."

WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT IS HO? This is not good for my weak heart.

"Ho...w are you doing?"
Good.

"I'm good. You?"
So far his English seems normal. Don't tell me they fake their knowledge about English to seem cute, please no.

"I'm good too, hyung."
Oh, no. I said the wrong thing.
"Oppa."
"Yes, sorry. Oppa. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said hyung, I clearly knew that it was oppa...."
Trust me when I say this, the entire 12 minutes that I did his base makeup, I blabbered about the difference between oppa and hyung. Bearing the pain of doing something so embarrassing was extremely brutal. He stood up from the chair, when his makeup was done, and walked over to sit under the A/C.
He met with Namjoon halfway and whispered something so that the cameras couldn't catch it.