We left the hotel half an hour after sending Yoongi the short "I'm ready" message. The only ones dressed in bright colors were Jimin and Hoseok; they had decided that red was perfect for a sunny day like today. The rest of us wore a combination of white, black, and blue. Taehyung was the first to find me looking at the new decorative pieces the hotel had put up in the lobby for the coming month, since Christmas was just around the corner.
We waited until we were all sufficiently covered, so no one could verify our appearance. I was told to bring my company ID so that if the paparazzi saw us, they would mistake me for one of the other employees.
Now I was also wearing a black baseball cap and Jimin carefully pulled my hood up over it, covering my hair. Underneath my mask (which always covers most of my face) I was smiling. Some fake glasses that Taehyung was wearing ended up on me too. My coat covers most of my body because it's big and gray. Now I was ready to go out and get into one of the cars they travel in.
We split into two groups of four. I was the first to get out and waited by the vehicle for them to get in. I then joined the second car, getting in last to close the door as instructed.
As they safely drove us to the place they had requested for lunch, they told me that I should always go ahead to the entrance, open the door for them, and be the last to return to the car, just like the members of their team usually do. They would give me their things if they noticed I was paying too much attention to them; anyone would think I was one of the companions they always bring with them (this is how they can invite people to spend time with them without being noticed).
It was fun, at least for me, enjoying the opportunity to eat outside. The driver told us about the security team (who would be with us the whole time) and advised us to ask for the bill when we finished. It was early enough to eat peacefully before having to go to the place the company had decided to use this time.
The restaurant was spectacular; I held back from expressing my amazement until we were safely seated at our table. They had been here before; it was almost a routine for them to come to this establishment before a shoot to choose their future outfits for music videos or other public events.
The food was delicious; even the security team gave me a taste of what they had ordered, and the artists ordered extra desserts to have later because I was so full I couldn't eat another bite.
We left the restaurant and were taken to a large shopping center. There, we were guided through the building, out of sight of the other customers, to the wedding area. In the main section, there were large mirrors and platforms where at least three different families could get ready for a wedding.
A team greeted us in the central area where tons of outfits were laid out for them. It was a huge amount of clothing; the first thing was to confirm that the size was still correct, and a woman who seemed to be in charge measured them. I helped by writing down the numbers and giving them to another young woman in charge of the garments. The boss began to take out everything she thought wouldn't work and others that wouldn't have the effect she wanted.
When the seven young men were measured they were taken to the makeup area to determine hairstyle and appearance, the boys do not have a wide variety of makeup to choose from to make them look beautiful unless they need a strong image for a recording in which they will use fake tattoos or similar things.
The woman looked at me for a long time, analyzing my appearance, and decided to take me with her. Her assistant had a fixed stare, as if she wanted to kill me, but I don't understand why, since she was very well dressed compared to what I chose to wear. I was pushing the rack of discarded clothes while she pulled it through the different departments. She told me to look around and choose what I wanted to see the boys wearing.
She was focused on the light-colored area while I looked around, picking out what caught my eye. I don't know what the final outcome will be, but we hurried back so she could get the outfits ready before the boys tried them on.
Her eyes widened at one point, but I liked my choices. Taehyung had to wear the yellow suit; it was from the women's section, but it was really eye-catching. He hated having to wear so many bright colors together. They tried to convince him that he'd probably end up with something similar, but not the one we found.
When I picked it out, he had a turtleneck sweater underneath, a black sleeveless one made of a soft material like cashmere, but it was taken out and he made a face because he liked it before the assistant changed the combination for an even more colorful one.
It was funny watching them get ready. Suga was playing on his phone since he wouldn't be on stage as much as his friends. He could barely dress himself; some outfits were chosen for him too, because they work months in advance before the public sees them. The makeup artists were packing up since they had finished their part, and three of the guys were arguing about their outfits because nothing seemed to satisfy the woman, and her assistant was frantically swapping clothes, trying to help.
By this point, I was getting a little bored, so I started looking at the wedding mannequins they'd moved aside to give the professionals more space. I was on my knees peering under a large wedding dress, and someone was laughing, but I wasn't paying attention to their comments. When my curiosity was satisfied, I left. Hoseok greeted me and asked if I wanted to sit with them, while the drivers worked out a plan to drop everyone off at their next appointment. Three of them were going to the gym, two had to get a therapeutic massage with their doctor when they got back to the hotel, and the rest of us just had to return.
The assistant walked past us as I told her I had a lot of energy thanks to the big meal they'd shared with me earlier. I was fidgeting to make them laugh, and she said something I didn't understand. They automatically replied something like they'd gladly buy me something, but I'm not entirely sure because I missed some parts since they used several words I didn't recognize.
Someone was speaking to Suga and RM as they nodded happily and made a brief call before that person arrived and the team got back to work. The woman who manages the boys' wardrobe spoke with her assistant, who eagerly rushed to select dresses from the bridal section and ran to the fitting room. The man came with Namjoon and asked if I would like to help the store by taking reference photos of the dresses for their samples for customers. I asked, confused, because I was with the group and didn't want to be in the way. Apparently, those who were supposed to go to the gym would continue with their plans, but the rest didn't really have to leave and wanted to stay.
"So... thank you for the opportunity. Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do my best." They smiled and began working... while I sat back to let them do my makeup. I was hardly wearing any cosmetics. My hair looked beautiful and shiny, styled in a bun so they could attach different decorations to my head, and my makeup was flawless and I looked radiant.
They asked if I wanted to try on any particular dresses, but I let them choose for me, explaining that I'm not the type of girl who dreams about getting married, but I do like unusual dresses. My face lit up when I saw the colors they chose; even the guys picked for me, and I wore them first since some will be gone soon.
I noticed the assistant was giving them a bit of trouble because she didn't like their makeup or hairstyle. But I ignored them and quickly did as they told me with a big smile on my face. The guys made a fuss as I jogged to the designated spot, obeying everyone, including the guys' suggestions. It was fun but hot; they dressed and undressed me quite frequently. I still have a couple more dresses left since the small size was perfect for me, and sometimes a little too tight on top, but they liked not having to alter anything to make it look good on my body.
Sugas's P/V:
The owner wanted a striking image for the next design, since the women who like this type of creation are basically extravagant. He explained how much it helps to sell these designs if they have good images to show them. For this, Baby was given gems on her face and striking eye makeup.
She finally came out with a certain attitude, but they'll correct the poses when the photos are taken, since it's the outfit that should shine, not her face. I can't help but notice the guys' poker faces while the photographer was already struggling to get the shots of a certain, and also lucky, model.
Baby's P/V:
I was barefoot and asked the owner if I could try something with my feet to see how it would look. They allowed me, but they only have white stilettos available, so I looked around and politely asked—well, more like begged—Her Majesty Min to lend me her black military boots. She granted my wish because I was practically begging. I changed the way the laces were tied to make them look really big. I walked carefully because my feet are small, and they were way too big for me. My first attempt was in front of the mirror before posing for the photographer, who suggested a few minor adjustments. While we were looking at the resulting image, someone commented that it was great, but most likely they'll only print the ones the owner approves for the sample collection. Maybe a large one to decorate the store if the brand likes it, and my company will have a copy of the whole shoot to include in my portfolio.
I was beyond happy for the opportunity, even if they don't pay me much. The woman in charge of wardrobe told me they usually thank the models with a small outfit. I was so surprised that they laughed at me when they saw I didn't want to go back in my own clothes. I can't stop talking about it and being so grateful... so much so that I don't care what they might think of me.
I saw Suga wearing his boots just as I'd tied them, and they really caught people's attention as we hurried to get to the car. I have a warm feeling in my heart knowing he liked how I tied them; he said they felt different wearing them like that... he talked about how much more comfortable he was now that he could easily take them on and off.
When I arrived at the hotel, Suga asked me, "What are you going to do?" But I don't really have any plans, maybe just pack my things since I'll be getting my work evaluation tomorrow, then I have to choose my path from that point on.
I was getting a little worried about that, since I'd grown fond of the people I'd met in these few days, especially now that I'd really been able to spend time with them too, and I was lucky enough to be able to work without disrupting their commitments.
He had a massage appointment with his doctor, but he was able to postpone it because Jimin had his own massage upon returning first, and was probably killing time later—which is exactly what he was doing when we entered the room. Jimin was playing on his phone with his legs propped up on a fitness ball, still lying on one of the two treatment tables. He was in his underwear, so politely I turned around and waited by the door, but they told me it was fine to be there. The therapist was very attentive; he even placed a chair between the tables so I could talk to them while he moved around, doing his work.
We had fun; Suga was whining a little, but we tried to distract him, so he couldn't help but laugh at our comments. They decided I should suffer a little too because I teased them a bit to talk and make them laugh. I stayed in my underwear without any problem and sat on the examination table that Jimin vacated. When their rest was over, they got dressed again. I'm not worried about how I look when I'm scantily clad, but I'm not very shy. They asked me to be rough with me, but I had to be evaluated first.
"Wow, girl, you're really loose and flexible. I thought Jin was soft, but you're like butter to me." The doctor asked about my routines, the maintenance I do for my body, and any recurring pains, but the only thing that came to mind was the discomfort in my toes if I make any awkward movements... which disappears when I move them slowly. He also wanted to test my pain tolerance in different areas, and I found it so enjoyable that I even asked for more. The doctor seemed embarrassed to hear this, but the guys found it funny that he was ashamed to see me enjoying it. When he got to my ankles, the story was a little different—not painful, but unpleasant—and he did something that sent a jolt through my body, and I screamed.
They could finally ask him to be rough in a funny way, but he only did what was necessary and put some ice covering my feet to cool them down before I could leave.
The boys had a good time supporting me by holding my hands, or trying to defend their pride because the doctor always has to be gentle and easy with them. The man also told me no more exercises for today because he'd worked my nerves and that too much rotation or pressure would make it so painful for me to stand up tomorrow.
Leaving the area while we helped tidy up and chatted about nonsense to go to the lobby, we took our belongings from the sweet receptionist who informed us that our boss asked that everyone be notified that we must be present at the dinner that will be in an hour at the restaurant but I was already quite dressed so I left everything in my room and after using the bathroom I went back downstairs to wait for it to be time to go to dinner.