You are a young female, 21 years. You've been a huge fan of Jungkook's since his career starting 13 years ago. You were one of the first ARMY.

You loved his childish maturity. His cute hotness. His feminine masculinity. How he could be opposites in one.

One day you got a job as a professional makeup artist from a small town in FL, USA. After a few years, your boss tells you that there is a VIP guest in need of a temporary makeup artist. You end up going overseas to South Korea and expect a small k-pop idol. Instead you walk into Jungkook's studio.

He greets you with a genuine smile on his face, happy that you made it.

After a concert later that night, he comes back in and immediately fell into the chair where the hair and makeup was done. You had to remove his makeup and wash his hair.

He sighs in an attempt at English "Ughhhh that crowd one of biggest crowd I deal with in while...." He was more speaking to himself rather than specifically you.