(OC) Jihee's POV

Do you ever question your existence? Because I certainly do. I already did, like a million times. Yes, it is official now. The eight planets in our solar system revolve around our one and only sun: Jung Hoseok. The planets revolve around Hobi for sure! He is the brightest in the world! Ah, I can't control my squeals!

"Omo! He looks so amazing in this picture! Ah, I'm drooling now. I'm drooling now. Someone, please! Please, give me a bucket! Collect my drool- No, . That's gross! Ah, tell me why do you look so good?" I stared at the laptop screen while lazily lying on my bed.

I was scrolling through pictures of BTS, and Hoseokie's pictures are giving me life. Here I am, wondering how he looks like a whole prince, while I look like a potato. Even worse, a rotten potato! Oh, I need to calm down.

"Jihee! Come down immediately! Jihee! Jihee!" I heard eomma yell.

Honestly, she is really loud. Her voice is like thunder. Anyways, I went downstairs, but that's when Lola barked at me. Lola is my cute Pomeranian dog, who is also a little annoying. "Lola, sit. Stay here. Okay?" I pointed at her, but she barked back.

"Jihee! Come down immediately!" I heard appa yell this time. I didn't know what was the emergency, since I couldn't see the living room yet. My house is quite big. You can't see the living room, the dining room, or even the front door, from the stairs. I carried Lola and put her aside, rushing to where my parents were - and unnie too? What?

"Unnie! You're back! Damn, it's been like four months since you last visited us- Whoa... You look..." I almost screamed.

Jisoo-unnie looked really gloomy, awful, sick, sorry but disgusting too. Her face was pale, her nose was red like Rudolph the reindeer, jeez...

"Jihee! Your unnie is extremely sick, she's exhausted! Take her to her room while I prepare some porridge for her!" Eomma said as she guided Jisoo-unnie into the hallways.

I nodded and ran to my unnie, helping her walk up the stairs. "Omo... Are you okay, unnie? You look..." I gulped, not sure if I should say the word.

"Horrible? Disgusting? Yeah, I know. I'm just-" Unnie coughed, and I comforted her by patting her back. "I'm just not feeling well..." She continued.

As I took her to her room, and gently put her under the bedsheets, I asked her what happened, "Did you fall sick on your way here? Or... Umm, what exactly happened?" I knew this was serious, but I somehow wondered if it was the perfection and beauty of BTS that made her sick.

Anyways, moving on.

"N-No-" Unnie coughed again. Each and every cough scared me, seriously. It was scary. "I-I fainted today morning-"

Before I could hand her some tissues, she sneezed. There goes the bacteria! "A-And, o-one of my unnie-deul found- One of the stylists-" She coughed again.

Oh, God, this was getting even scarier.

"She found me in the washroom, l-lying on the floor. And t-then they prepared some food and comfort for me. B-But I vomited and they decided to let mom and dad know. A-And here I am- I-I mean, at least that's what PD-nim told me... Ugh, my stomach hurts... Oh, no! I think I'm going to-"

I knew it. I knew this was going to happen. Thank goodness I handed her the bucket... Or else all her barf would be all over the bedsheets... Sheesh, the room was stinking. I left the room as soon as eomma came in with a tray of bowls. Oh, God, she didn't only give her soup, but hot chocolate too! And it's not even Christmas! Jeez, should I pretend to be sick as well? To taste some hot chocolate? To taste some of eomma's special hot chocolate? Damn, nope. I ain't gonna fake an illness. Not today.

Hehe, get the reference? Ah, I'm so stupid and dumb and disrespectful! I'm thinking of BTS songs while my sister is sick... Hey, you know who else can be disrespectful with all the dance moves? See?!? I can't stop thinking about BTS! At least no one in my family knows that I'm an ARMY... My unnie isn't an ARMY, and she works with BTS. She is the makeup artist for my precious bias! I wish I was in her place! Yah, life is so cruel...

So, as I went to my room, I hopped on my bed and continued watching ‘Bangtan Bombs’, listening to their songs, and staring at their Twitter photos. "Yes! New ‘RUN’ episode!" I internally screamed as soon as I got the notification. In conclusion, I ended up watching the episode, and other videos for the rest of the day.

The next day was strange though. During breakfast, Jisoo-unnie looked upset - very upset. And we were eating pancakes! No one gets upset while eating pancakes! Or maybe it was because she's sick? She isn't in the mood? Is she tired? Oh, questions invaded my mind. I can't even have breakfast peacefully...

After breakfast, and a quick shower, I went downstairs. To do what, you ask? Don't ask. Just don't. Because I don't know why either. I just didn't know where I was walking. So, I went back upstairs and I saw unnie in the hallway. She looked even more upset.

"Yah, unnie! Please tell me what's wrong! Just an hour ago, you told me it's nothing. But look at you! You have that sad face and obviously something's up! What is it?" I asked her.

She took a deep breath, "The BTS tour begins in two days and-" She paused to wipe her runny nose.

Well, as if I don't know about the tour.

"The BTS tour begins in two days, and I-I'm supposed to be with them since I'm a makeup artist. B-But because I'm sick, I can't. And now, they just texted me whether I'm feeling better and if I'm doing well. But when I asked them about the t-tour, they told me that I should rest and that they'll pray for me. A-And now, th-they're looking for another makeup artist, and I hope they find one soon. All the plans and clothing designs, facial makeup and everything was pl-planned and it shouldn't go to waste. I just hope that the makeup artists don't panic and stress themselves. Ugh- B-Bucket!" And she ran to her room.

Thank goodness, her appointment is tomorrow, she really needs to get well soon!

Ew, I could hear her vomiting from the hallway! But hopefully she gets well... And I hope the tour is a success! Yah, I wish I could go but my family doesn't even know that I'm a fan. I bet they don't even know what ARMY stands for... Ah, jinjja… Off I went to my room to continue watching random BTS videos.

What happened the next day was even more shocking... Early morning, I was in my room, uploading my piano cover of BTS's very popular song, ‘I Need U’. I have a YouTube channel, but with a random name, so that my family doesn't suspect anything. Hehe... I'm not bragging, but I love my cover of the song! The piano version really adds a special effect to the song! It's just an instrumental, but I was so happy!

A few minutes later, Jisoo-unnie was calling me. So, I shut down my laptop after the cover was uploaded, and headed over to my sister's room. "Unnie, you called?" I entered her room, spotting her in bed, still looking miserable and exhausted.

"Mhm, take a seat, Jisoo." My unnie patted the bed, gesturing me to sit beside her.

Not being rude, but I'm afraid she'll puke again. So, I simply sat on the floor, on the carpet. It was pretty comfortable and soft, no big deal. "So, whatcha wanna say?" I asked her curiously, my ears were ready to listen.

"You still remember the makeup methods I taught you when you were young, right?" She questioned me.

I nodded, "Well, yeah. Those were some good days, weren't they?" I suddenly recalled my teenage years, when unnie used to show me those trending makeup tutorial videos.

"Jihee-ah... This is v-very serious...", she softly said.

I gulped. Holy , no. Please, no. Oh my God, she lost her memory?!? Did she forget how to use makeup?!? She forgot how to use the tools?!? She wants me to teach her?!? No, please! It can't be! Did she lose her memory?!? Oh my God, someone save my unnie!

"I have a request." She added, and I was just about to explode.

It was obvious, wasn't it? She forgot how to apply makeup... Oh my God, my poor unnie...

"I need you to take my place as J-Hope's makeup artist for the tour, please."

"What?!?" I gasped, she didn't lose her memory and she didn't lose her skills either!

She wants me to- Oh my God! "I mean- Uh, what?" I tried to act normal.

"PD-nim just sent me a message, asking me if I'm feeling better. Then, w-when I asked him about the makeup artist, he told me that the one he hired does not agree with the unnie-deul’s makeup plans. She had some attitude... So, PD-nim had to let her go. And I want to be able to help, so please. If you still have the skills, can you take my place? They really need an artist, and I really hope you can be the one."

I internally squealed, my heart was beating at the speed of light. Okay, that's impossible. But whoa! I'm going to be working as Hobi-oppa's makeup-artist?!? I cleared my throat, smiling at her. "Of course, unnie. Anything you want. But, will they allow it?" I asked her.

She smiled back, "Don't worry, I'll ask PD-nim about it. If he permits, then I could ask him to pick you up today. I-I mean, only if you agree. Are you busy or something? What about university?"

Holy , holy ! Who the heck won't agree to be BTS's makeup-artist?!? Even better, my bias! J-Hope! Oh my God! I was literally melting inside, okay, maybe not.

"I finished my music course, it's alright. I'm free, I can help." I responded with a smile and a calm tone, trying not to show any hints of excitement.

"Don't be nervous, though. I know this is your first time using your makeup skills for something big, but don't worry. Just cooperate with the others, and everything w-will be fine-" She stopped as she sneezed, and I handed her the tissue box.

"Okay, so anything else?", I jumped up, standing still on my feet, ready to leave her room and scream my heart out.

"Nope, nothing m-much. Ah, just clear my trash bin, will you? It's full of tissues!" She pouted, and I couldn't help but do as she asked. Plus, she gave me the opportunity to work with BTS! I still can't believe it though!

Later that day, at about one in the afternoon, I was eavesdropping unnie's conversation with eomma.

"Are you sure Jihee can do it? Does she have the proper skills to actually work with a K-Pop band? What did PD-nim say?" Eomma asked.

Jeez, I am skilled! Are you making fun of me?!? Anyways...

"Yes. She knows a lot about makeup, I'm sure she'll do well. PD-nim gave permission, and he said that he would come to take Jihee by six. I trust her on this, eomma. I really want to help with the BTS tour, and right now, all I can do is send a makeup artist, since they really need one. They've also got to choose the outfits for the tour, and the whole world knows that Jihee's a fashion expert. Okay, I may be exaggerating a little bit but I know that everything will be fine." Unnie replied. I have to thank unnie though. She's amazing.

Soon enough, I was in bed scrolling through my social media. And I heard the doorbell ring. So, I went down and opened the door, and my jaw almost dropped. It was Bang Sihyuk-ssi, right in front of my eyes. Sadly, BTS wasn't with him. Only a few other managers were there by the van.

"Good evening. Is Cho Jisoo here?" He asked politely.

I nodded and replied, "Yes. She's not feeling well, so she's in her room. I'm her younger sister, Cho Jihee."

Before he could speak, unnie came running down, welcoming them inside. I simply watched her talk with Bang Sihyuk-ssi. I served them tea and snacks, and then went back to my room. A while later, I heard Jihee-unnie yelling out my name. So, I ran down.

"This is my younger and my only sister, Cho Jihee. She's twenty-one years old, pretty young. And she has a great idea about fashion and style, so I'm sure she'll be of good help." Jisoo introduced me to Bang Sihyuk-ssi. I felt like I was in heaven, this was just awesome!

Ten minutes later, I was saying eomma and unnie goodbye before leaving home and heading to BigHit entertainment or studio or whatever it was really called.

"Unnie, stay safe, okay?" I hugged my unnie, not giving a damn about bacteria anymore.

"Mhm, I will. Make sure you're safe, too. Call me if you want to, okay?" She smiled, and I ree back.

"Bye, sweetie." Eomma hugged me. I smiled, waving back at them. I got into the van, ready to meet my idols and my inspiration – I hope I don’t faint.