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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


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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12 Days of Shining☆Christmas || Day 5 - Jinguji Ren

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: five gold rings 
The last thing you felt you ever wanted to do for the rest of your life was see that damn Ren’s face. For the past week the tabloids had been exploding with video clips and grainy shots of him with his ex, Hoshikage Seira. Now, you would’ve forgiven him if he had told you straight up there was nothing between them the day the news broke out, but not only has he not done that, he hasn’t contacted you at all. Your heart fell deeper into your stomach each time you saw the stupid scenes on TV, to the point where you almost chucked the remote right into the screen. The two of them were so close, and some reporters swore they kissed. 
It was impossible to get into contact with any of the other members of STARISH, too. You managed to get ahold of Masato’s butler, but all he could do was apologize for his lack of insight into the situation. Leaving the house became more difficult, because each time you allowed yourself to listen to the hub of the city, there was bound to be a group of people gossiping about Ren and Seira. Oh, how you longed to scream “IT’S NOT TRUE. I’M THE ONE REN’S DATING!” at them, but right now you didn’t have the confidence. Not when you yourself weren’t even sure about where your relationship stands.
You holed yourself up in your room that night, not knowing what to do. There was nothing good on TV, and social media was overflowing with rumors. In an attempt to give Ren one last chance you grab your phone and furiously text, “Please talk to me already. I hate this.” Tears sting your eyes, and you toss the device away after sending the message. If he hadn’t replied all week, why would he choose to reply now? Seconds passed, then minutes. You knew it. Rather than endure the lingering pain you shut off the light, burying yourself beneath the sheets. At least there, it felt like nothing could hurt you.
That’s when someone banged desperately on the front door. They rang the bell several times before knocking again. The noise scared you initially, making you skeptical to open it for fear of a robber. Peeking through the peephole, you furrow your eyebrows at the sight of Ren standing outside. “GO AWAY!” you yell without opening the door. He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sigh. “Open the door, 〇〇,” he responded, the tone of his voice sounding weary. Against your better judgment you did so, Ren nearly stumbling into your home. There were noticeable bags beneath his eyes, and his complexion seemed paler than usual.
“Are you alright?” you inquire, ensuring he didn’t collapse. Leaning on the wall he nodded, sluggishly walking towards the living room and seating himself on the couch. “Why is it…that you never responded to my texts or calls?” you finally chime, eager for an answer. “Ah, I figured you tried to call me. Sorry, but that woman took my phone from me and refuses to give it back,” Ren grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Speaking of that woman, what’s with all these rumors about you two being together?” you hiss, avoiding eye contact in anticipation. He simply chuckled. “You didn’t actually believe all that crap the media’s been spewing, have you? Of course it’s not true,” he snorted, though his expression became more serious when he noticed your face. “Don’t tell me you seriously–” “How can I not when you didn’t even make the effort to tell me anything until all this time later?!” you shot back. Your eyes may have been watering, but it was more out of frustration.
Ren could sense the tension, heaving another light sigh. “You’re right. It’s my fault for not coming here sooner. I can blame other things all I want but that doesn’t change the fact I ended up hurting you,” he frowned, digging through his pocket. 
“This…can never make up for what’s happened, but I hope it’s the beginning of you forgiving me. I was hoping to give it to you on Christmas, however, that darn old man and the paparazzi are keeping heavy tabs on me. It took a lot of work to get here without being followed,” Ren ruffled his own hair with his free hand, gesturing a tiny box in your direction. “Merry Christmas, Little Lamb,” he flashed a grin as you opened the box, revealing a beautiful gold ring inside. “I heard that nowadays couple rings are all the rage. I figured I’d have something custom-made, so that no one can copy us. Granted I can’t wear it on my finger like you, but I’ll definitely wear it on a necklace,” he removed the gorgeous piece of jewelry, slipping it onto your ring finger. “As expected, a perfect fit,” Ren chuckled, placing the other ring on his and comparing both of your hands.