Type: Scenario | Texts | Chatroom | Drabbles | Reactions | Outfits

Pairing: Taehyung, You

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Friendship | Other -

Words: 643 

It had been a few stressful days for BTS the past week. Every time you saw them they were either sweating profusely, burned out, yawning non-stop and even on the rare occasion, shedding a few tears.

"They're coming," the head stylist announced, causing you and the other stylists to get in position in front of your designated mirrors.

"I can't wait till all these promotions are over!" Yoongi's familiar voice cried as the members walked into the room.

"Hey," a warm smile greeted you, interrupting you from your thoughtless daydream.

"Oh! Taehyung-ah," you smiled as he sat in his chair.

"I'm so tired," he told you, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"I know you are babe," you massaged his shoulders but he stopped you, grabbing your hand in his and swiveling his chair around.

"I haven't even had the time to have a proper conversation with you ever since our comeback," he said, looking into your eyes. Although you had been going out for a little over a year now, and he had looked at you this way over a million times, it still gave you butterflies.

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