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“Makeup Tips” Jimin BTS Fic~

Anonymous asked:  -Heyy I want to request a fic/drabble (totally up to you! I can’t really decide the length, sorry T.T) of Jimin crushing on a make-up artist so whenever he go into the waiting room to get everything done, he’ll immediately look for her/him and be very pouty if she/he is not there. But if they meet again, Jimin will be very attention-seeking by asking lots of things about make-up. It ends up with them agreeing to go out for a date someday XD (sorry if it’s too complicated/long. Thank you! <3)


A/N: YAAAS JIMINIE CRUSHING, i’m so happy for this request!! Insp based on the gif,i wanted to do a drabble but i was so immersed in trying to show cute and fluffy awkward chims that things got a little out of hand D:. Orz . Hope you like it Nonnie!! <3 I’m sorry for taking so long >3<

Genre: FLUFF
Word Count: 2259
Pairing: JiminXReader

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Jimin was on the elevator.
First floor.
Second floor.
His heart racing as fast as ever, his hand pushing his chest back trying to control it at no avail. He had done this a thousand times, get up, dress, go to the company to get the schedule for him and the members, whine secretly, warm up a bit by dancing, dress properly for the work day ahead of him, make up, and take off. Ever since 2013 this was the typical routine for the day, with some minor exceptions. But around 3 months prior, his routine was crushed. His head was no longer his, it was no longer in control, now his heart stepped on the way every time he arrived at the Big Hit building. His routine was crushed…by you.
It happened fast and without warning, a former stylist left the makeup crew of the boys to dedicate to other goals.Immediately you arrived as the replacement, one day the other stylist was gone and you appeared. Jimin’s chest was struck by a powerful ( metaphorical ) lighting and whenever he saw you he would do anything to have something to talk with you, ANYTHING.
And so, he started to engage in conversation with you, he would ask you “tips” about makeup claiming he would probably need them for when they go to the airport or when they go out and you can’t be there to help him or the others, he would comment “Oh! That’s a nice eyeliner you got today!, ¿How you managed to do it so perfectly?” and you humbly would reply to him, thinking he had an honest intrigue about the things you asked, and he actually was, but that probably wasn’t the whole reason why he did it. He enjoyed watching as you carefully explained in detail to him what techniques he could use that would be easy to do his and others makeup in case they needed (a question of course asked by him), he was mesmerized by your hands using the tools with so much delicacy, he saw you as if you were a painter drawing over a canvas painting a masterpiece, you nose would sometimes scrunch when the lightest touch of your pencil was required. He would just stare infinitely at your when you weren’t looking, and the other members would shake him back to reality.
“Are you listening?” “Yah, brat, pay attention!” “Jimin where are our contacts…Jimin?…Jimin?? Heeellooo~?” “The mochi is out of the building”.
“Why don’t you ask her out?”

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