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Just A Number

Chapter 1

I was hiding behind the wardrobe cart in the dressing room, sitting on my pathetic ass crying. It was Valentine’s Day, that marks the 2 years that my ex-boyfriend broke up with me. We’ve dated since senior year of High School, he was my best friend, my everything. So that’s why it’s hard for me to let it go, well, not really, because that fucker cleaned me out, took all my money and ran off, ran off with some young bitch he was cheating on me with. It took a long time to get back on my feet, I had to work extra hard to make the same amount of money I had before that fucker robbed me.
I’m almost 29 years old and I’m always thinking to myself that I should’ve been married by now, having a kid or two, but no, I’m single as hell, working extreme hours as a make-up artist to people who don’t give a shit about us nor appreciate our work, there is no amount of makeup that can mask a person’s ugly heart. But it’s whatever, I say fuck love and fuck men, I’ll die living with a thousand cats.

“I need to get ready,” I sighed wiping my eyes, it was evening and I had to work on some model for her Valentine shoot in an hour. Before I could get up the door opened and I could hear someone talking on the phone, “Yes dad, I know, I know, I promise I will visit you soon, yes, I swear, Okay, I love you too, Okay, Okay, Okay, yes, Okay, you too, bye dad.” I peeped through the clothes on the cart making sure it wasn’t a staff from the agency, it was actually a young guy scrolling on his phone sitting on the vanity chair. Telling from his side profile he was pretty handsome, his skin was nice and smooth, perfect dark hair parted on the side, long lashes, piercings on each ear, who is this guy?



I was trying to squint my eyes harder because he looks familiar, but of course with my luck, my phone decided to go off. I scrambled on the floor trying to turn it on silent, ugh, why won’t my phone cooperate?! “Um….what…are you doing?” A voice asked from behind…his voice. I slowly turned around and the pretty guy was looking down at me. “Uh, s-sorry, I uh-,” “Why were you crying?” I widen my eyes looking up at him, “I wasn’t cr--?” He chuckled, “Your eyes are swollen,” he sweetly smiled, he held out his hand ,“What’s your name?” I hesitantly took it as he pulled me up on my feet, “K-Kang, Yuna,” I muttered, adverting his eyes. “Wow, pretty name.” He smiled, his smile was very cute, reminds me of a rabbit because of his teeth. “I’m Jeon Jeongguk, but you may know me as JUNGKOOK.”

Wait,….Jungkook? The singer/model…idol? The guy whose songs are number one on the charts all over Korea?? I stared at his face hard and realize he is THAT Jungkook. My mouth fell, stupid Yuna how couldn’t you recognize this guy, he’s like big all over Korea. “But, w-what are you doing here, I’m supposed to be doing some female models makeup?” I asked him, staring him up and down, “Oh yeah, Eun, she’s not doing the shoot anymore so, they asked me to do it.” He smirked, “ah, so you’re my makeup artist,” I slightly blushed by just imagining doing this beautiful guy’s makeup, well I mean, he doesn’t need makeup, he’s perfect! The door quickly opened and a woman with two phones walked in texting on each, “Jungkook-ah! There you are! Hurry and get makeup and dress done, we have only 30 minutes!!” one of her phone rang and she quickly answered it, screaming about some inconvenience the person on the phone might have caused.

“That’s my manager, she’s a busy bee,” he laughed, “Well, aren’t we gonna do it?” he asked with a big smile, “Excuse me?” “Makeup, my makeup Yuna-sshi” he raised his eyebrows. Makeup, duh you idiot, I quickly shook my head nervously laughing, “Ah yes, yes, sorry.” He sat back on the seat as I got out all my necessary makeup. I concealed some of his little acne scars and tried my best to cover the small scar on his cheek, so he does have some flaws? I was observing his face to make sure everything was smooth and flawless, as I was about to put powder on his face he suddenly grabbed my wrist, my powder brush almost falling from my hand, “U-u-um?”

Jungkook was staring at my face, “Why?” he asked, I looked at him puzzled? “Why were you crying earlier, if I may ask?” he voice sounded really concerned, he still had a hold of my wrist, my lips parted at bit, an overwhelming wave of emotion came into me, no Yuna, do not cry, please don’t. My lips then slightly quivered, “I-it’s stupid, it’s nothing, really.” I fake smiled hoping he’ll buy it. “If it were nothing, you wouldn’t be in the dressing room crying behind all those clothes, right?” His facial expression was so soft, it felt comforting, it made tear up, I don’t know why. I sigh in defeat, “It’s stupid y’know? For wasting my time, my life, not getting over him. And it’s been 2 years. 2 whole years today, on Valentine’s day where I’m still crying, frustrating at myself, hating myself, of why I am not good enough, why I was betrayed, why I couldn’t see it coming and why…he stopped loving me.” I was able to whisper out as the tears were streaming down my face.

Jungkook released my wrist, looking at me crying in front of him while doing my job. “He stopped loving me and left me homeless, I lost everything.” I sobbed. I was a fool, a fool for loving that asshole, I gave him everything, loved him with everything I am and was just thrown out like garbage. Jungkook grabbed me pulling me into him, his arm around my waist and a hand on the back of my head. He was…hugging me. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay to let it out.” He whispered. I sniffled, nodding my head, my forehead resting on his shoulder. We stayed like that for about 5 mins until I pulled away from him, “Oh my gosh, what is going on, I’m such a stupid, stupid girl,” I faintly laughed, wiping my tears away again, I turn to grab another brush to continue working on his face but I saw him gazing at me from the mirror. “You really must have loved him huh?” I sighed, closing my eyes, “So fucking much,” I whispered. He was quiet, not saying anything else.



Did I really just vent to a client, an IDOL? Idiot, Idiot! I started working on his eyeshadow, blending in the light colors to bring out more of his beautiful dark eyes. Seeing him on TV performing made him seem so manly but him sitting here with his eyes closed, he actually has a cute innocent baby face, it made me smile. “Yuna,” his sudden voice made me jump a bit, did he hear my thoughts? “Y-yes?” “What if…” he slowly opened his eyes, staring at me, “What if…we dated?”

Notes

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Comments

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Cilajaeyoung Cilajaeyoung
10/5/18

Aiishhh this getting dramtic !! Yoongi why???

CasanovaDreams CasanovaDreams
8/16/18

What?

@CasanovaDreams
yes it's Suga sorry I forgot to write it in the notes xD
but thank you stay tuned! xD

charx2 charx2
7/6/18

What the fuck? Is that Suga? Or is it someone else I'm freaking out can't wait for the update!!!