[What Will a Fangirl do in a Job like This? (Make-Up Artist), JUMP X YOU]
Title: What Will a Fangirl do in a Job like This? (Make-Up Artist)
Author: supot
Pairing: Hey Say JUMP (Any member) X [(YOU) READER]
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff/ Crack
Summary: You were given a job. A dream job for a fan like you. how will you react to situations with your idol? :)
A/N: Random thoughts came, and i was like, doodle, doodle. :) hope you enjoy. :)
You enter the arena without any hassles. No bouncers to prevent you from going even in the restrooms; no need to buy expensive tickets and you will be paid for this event. Carrying your make-up case with you, you go directly to the backstage-a dream came true for you. Of course no one prevented you from going in.
You slowly turn the door knob to add drama. You smile widely as you sigh, with a ‘fight-o’ echoing in your head. Your heart beats faster, like a drum roll to add more suspense to the awardees. Then you enter the room.
Your eyes widened at the sight; they’re real. The people you only get to see in videos, posters, magazines and television; they’re real and they’re all moving around you in a room. Then your eyes saw him; the apple of your eyes. You smiled ever so warmly against his back, never paying attention to the environment you’re in. not even the people who might catch on you looking like a freak while staring at him.
“Hey, aren’t you the new make-up artist? My name’s Mika, do you want me to introduce you to everybody?” A lady smiled at you, making your trip to dreamland postponed. You smiled at her faintly, nodding your head as an answer. She puts an arm gently behind your back, leading you to a bunch of people rummaging around the room.
“Hey guys, this is our new make-up artist, please be nice to her.” The lady said aloud.
“NICE TO MEET YOU~!” The crowd responded almost in unison. But you have your eyes pinned on him. You smile back and bowed lowly. “You can now start. Good luck~!” The lady tapped your shoulder before going back to the spot where she saw you.
You twitched your lower lip; one step towards him. He’s sitting infront of the vanity mirror, looking at his reflection. You know that it’s time for you to do his make-up; that’s what the agency is paying you after all. One step at a time, you approach him; with every step, you hold on to your make-up bag tighter. Then you stopped. You’ve reached the spot behind him. You close your eyes as you sigh, trying to release the nervousness in you.
“Excuse me; you’re the one who’ll do my make-up, right?” The swivel chair infront of you turned; your eyes grew as big as your palm and the color on your face drained. With a faint ‘yes’, you sat ob another swivel chair beside him. Automatically, he turns to look at you. You looked back at him.
His eyes were closed, his lips slightly pouting-you want to scream and flail your heart out any time now but you shut your eyes and your fist. You bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from screaming.
“You okay?” He opened his eyes. “Are you sick?” He asked.
“Uh- uh, I’m fine. I’m gonna start now. I’m so sorry.” You smile faintly. Reaching for the sponge, your hands were shaking. You move your face closer to him, with the sponge in your hand. Gently, you dab the sponge on his soft face-he’s indeed real. You’re heart is about to explode and your breath becomes heavier, you let go of the sponge and stand up.
“Excuse me for a while.” You bowed quickly and walked out the room, recollecting yourself. You can’t do your job like this. You are happy and excited and you are incoherent as of the moment. You can’t even distinguish if you’re applying make-up evenly. You walked enough, or as you thought, enough. You stop as you reached the back door.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!” You let out a loud yell, to vent the fangirl in you. “I CAN DO THIS! I WON’T BE FOOLED BY THAT GENTLE FACE OF YOURS! YOU WILL BE MY CLIENT AND I’LL BE THE MAKE-“a gentle tap on your shoulder entered your medication stage.
“Excuse me, are you referring to me?” You know he’s holding his laughter, but he fails. He laughs out loud infront of you, making you feel warm on your cheeks.
“A, How did you-how…” You try to be coherent. The feeling is like a roller coaster; you feel good going up slowly then suddenly your breathing stops when it goes back down in a rapid speed.
“I followed you because you left your phone at the chair you vacated, and the manager told me to get you.” He still laughs, making him choke his words, your phone on his hand.
“Here’s your phone. Just go back to the dressing room if you’re finished.” He hands you your phone as he walks away, laughing. Leaving you with your mouth hanging open.