Asclepsius

Chapter 6: Seven Faces, One Artist

Author's POV

The soft ringing of an alarm broke the peaceful silence of the room.

Amungi's eyes slowly opened.

She frowned.

She had no work today.

No meetings.

No schedules.

Nothing.

She had been planning to sleep for at least another few hours.

Instead, this irritating little device had decided otherwise.

"Ugh..."

She reached for her phone and turned off the alarm.

Finally.

Silence.

She dropped back onto her pillow, ready to return to her peaceful sleep.

Ring! Ring!

Her phone immediately started ringing again.

Amungi groaned.

"Who is calling me this early?"

She reluctantly picked it up.

The moment she saw the caller ID, however, she sat upright.

Jungkook.

Why is Jungkook calling me?

She quickly answered.

IN CALL

"Hey, Amungi."

"Hello."

"Did I wake you up?"

Amungi glanced at her alarm clock.

"No. Actually, I was already awake."

Jungkook smiled on the other end.

"Oh, okay. That's great."

There was a small pause.

Amungi waited.

Then finally asked,

"So... is there anything you wanted to ask or say?"

She chuckled.

"Because you don't usually call unless you want me to do your makeup."

Jungkook laughed.

"Oh, not really."

His voice became slightly quieter.

"I just wanted to ask how you were doing."

Amungi's expression softened.

"Why?"

"Yesterday, you went home... not exactly feeling great."

He paused.

"So I wanted to know if you're okay."

Amungi chuckled.

"Oh, that?"

She smiled.

"The pain just magically disappeared before I even got home."

She shrugged despite knowing he couldn't see her.

"So yeah, I'm perfectly fine."

Jungkook sighed in relief.

"Oh, okay. That's great."

"I just called to check on your health."

"Take care, okay?"

Amungi smiled.

"You too."

"Bye."

"Bye!"

The call ended.

Amungi stared at her phone for a moment.

"That was sweet."

She placed the phone beside her and finally settled back into bed.

Little did she know that the person who had actually been worried about her wasn't the person who had made the call.

Jungkook's POV

I ended the call and turned toward the person sitting beside me on the sofa.

He had been waiting impatiently throughout the entire conversation.

"What did she say?"

I smiled.

"Jiminie, she's alright."

I watched the tension leave his face.

"Okay."

He sighed in relief and stood up.

"Perfect."

I stared at him.

Then something clicked.

"JIMINSHII!"

From somewhere inside the house came Taehyung's voice.

"Ya, Kookie! What's wrong? Stop screaming!"

I immediately shouted back.

"Nothing!"

Jimin stood there silently.

I narrowed my eyes.

"What's going on, Jimin?"

He looked at me innocently.

"What's going on?"

He shrugged.

"Nothing is going on."

I crossed my arms.

"Really?"

I pointed toward him.

"You woke up, skipped your entire morning routine, stormed over here, and practically demanded that I call Amungi."

Jimin looked away.

"So?"

"So?"

I laughed.

"What's going on?"

Jimin sighed.

"Jungkook, Am was feeling sick yesterday."

He shrugged.

"I was just concerned, okay? Nothing else."

I stared at him.

Then slowly smiled.

"Woah."

Jimin looked at me.

"When did you start calling her Am?"

His eyes widened.

"I..."

He immediately corrected himself.

"I mean... Amungi."

"Hmm."

I nodded slowly.

"Sure."

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Don't start."

I laughed.

"Okay, okay."

But I already knew something was going on.

And knowing Jimin...

He probably didn't even know it himself.

Three Months Later

Almost three months had passed since Amungi started working as Jungkook's personal makeup artist.

And somehow...

Everything had gone perfectly.

Her confidence had grown.

Her skills had improved.

And her relationship with the members had become much more comfortable.

Jungkook's makeup, in particular, had started receiving attention from fans.

ARMYs began noticing subtle changes in his styling.

The looks were cleaner.

More distinctive.

And somehow, every appearance seemed to have its own personality.

Amungi's work was becoming recognizable.

She was no longer simply Jungkook's new makeup artist.

She was becoming one of the people behind the group's visual identity.

And the members had grown used to having her around.

In fact, it was difficult to imagine their styling room without her.

Styling Room

The seven members and Amungi were gathered inside the styling room.

Everyone was waiting.

Amungi sat quietly, scrolling through her phone while the members talked among themselves.

Then the door opened.

Bang PD walked inside.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning!"

Amungi immediately stood and bowed politely.

Bang PD smiled.

"Okay, everyone, please sit down."

They all took their seats.

Amungi looked toward him curiously.

Why did he call a meeting?

Bang PD glanced around the room.

"First of all..."

His eyes landed on Amungi.

"Amungi, you're doing an excellent job."

She smiled.

"Thank you, PD-nim."

"You've actually exceeded my expectations."

Amungi's smile grew.

Then Bang PD continued.

"As you know, these first few months were your training period with BTS."

The room suddenly became quiet.

Amungi blinked.

Training period?

The members exchanged confused looks.

Jungkook looked slightly concerned.

Amungi's mind immediately started racing.

Is he going to transfer me?

Did I do something wrong?

Is he assigning me to another artist?

Bang PD continued.

"Jungkook's makeup has been standing out recently."

Jungkook looked toward Amungi.

"And that's because Amungi has been doing an excellent job."

Amungi smiled.

"But I've also noticed something else."

Everyone waited.

Bang PD folded his hands.

"Her work has a different quality compared to the other styling approaches."

Taehyung nodded thoughtfully.

"True."

Bang PD looked at Amungi.

"So I've decided to make a change."

The room went silent.

Amungi's heart began beating faster.

Then Bang PD smiled.

"Amungi will no longer be Jungkook's personal makeup artist."

Everyone froze.

Jungkook's eyebrows shot upward.

Amungi's heart sank.

What?

Before anyone could react, Bang PD finished his sentence.

"From now on, she'll be the personal makeup artist for all seven members."

Silence.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then...

"WHAT?!"

The entire room erupted.

Amungi stared at Bang PD in disbelief.

"All... seven?"

Bang PD laughed.

"Yes."

Jungkook looked at Amungi.

Taehyung looked at Jimin.

Jimin looked at Amungi.

Jin looked completely amused.

Hoseok was already smiling.

Namjoon looked surprised.

And Yoongi simply leaned back in his chair as if he had expected something like this eventually.

Amungi pointed at herself.

"Me?"

Bang PD nodded.

"You."

Jungkook suddenly grinned.

"Congratulations!"

Hoseok clapped.

"That's amazing!"

Jin laughed.

"Looks like we're all getting spoiled now."

Taehyung smiled.

"Welcome to the seven-member package."

Amungi laughed nervously.

"I don't know whether I should be excited or terrified."

Everyone laughed.

But while the room celebrated the decision, two people remained unusually quiet.

Jimin looked at Amungi.

Amungi happened to look back.

For a brief moment...

Neither of them spoke.

There was that strange feeling again.

That inexplicable pull.

That sensation neither of them understood.

Then Amungi looked away.

Jimin did the same.

Neither realized that this new arrangement meant they would now be spending far more time around each other.

And perhaps...

That was exactly what fate had been waiting for.