The filming for the Dynamite music video was in full swing and George's excitement for Army to see what had been prepared was through the roof. After being let out of hair and makeup, George made a b line for his manager, who was already waiting for him with the blueberry flavoured Slush Puppie.
He knew his stylist wasn't going to be happy about the blue tongue the slush would give him as well as the possibility of spilling it on his outfit right before they were about to start filming but that wasn't going to stop him. He loved Slush Puppies and he didn't spend two hours spamming his manager begging for one, for nothing.
"Just don't let your stylist see it, she'll end both of our lives," Manager Sejin told him quietly, slightly relieved to have the cold beverage out of his grip.
"I'd like to see her try," George replied playfully before slipping the straw between his lips and sucking up the first bit of ice liquid, humming in delight as the flavour melted onto his taste buds.
"She would win you in a fight any day," Sejin humbled him, his hand tapping sympathetically against George's shoulder. "Don't spill it and don't let her see your tongue."
"I won't, I won't." George rolled his eyes at the lack of trust his manager seemed to have in him. Sejin gave him one last look of warning before heading off to do his job.
The temperature from the side of the cup numbed George's hand, wetting his skin as the ice began to melt. Taking another large sip, a hiss quickly ripped from his throat as a stinging sensation shot through his head.
"Brain freeze!" He whined, trudging towards his members.
Taehyung and Hoseok were sitting in front of a camera which George assumed was filming a Bangtan Bomb. He was standing a few feet behind the two of them, the hand that held his head fell down into a wave at the camera.
Distracted, he failed to notice the woman storming towards him. It wasn't until she was right beside him, reaching out to take the Slush Puppie off him did he finally realize she was there.
"Hey! No!" He yelled, angling his body so that she couldn't reach his precious Slushie.
The woman in question happened to be his stylist. Clearly, he hadn't done a very good job at hiding it from her.
"Geun," she started in a warning tone. "Give me the Slushie."
George pouted at her and moved the Slushie even further away. "No. It's mine!"
She tried to reach for it again, but he swiftly dodged out of the way and took a sip from it, laughing as she scolded him. He could tell that she was amused by the playful glint in her eye, but she still wasn't getting it off of him.
Finally giving up, she placed her hands on her hips and took a deep breath. "'Be a stylist', they said. 'It'll be fun' they said!" She mocked in a high pitched tone before slapping a hand over her forehead.
George's loud laugh created an echo around the room. "It is fun! You get blessed with my company everyday and I'm so well behaved! Easy money."
She scowled. "You are the furthest from well behaved. Now give me that drink, you don't want a blue tongue in a music video."
George stood on his tippy toes and extended his arm in the air. She was already smaller than him by a few inches, so this made it much harder for her to grab the drink off of him. His eyes sparkled and his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, he knew he was being annoying and he absolutely loved it.
"Who says I don't want a blue tongue? For your information, Noona, I do want a blue tongue in the music video."
Dropping her hands to her side, George's stylist let out a heavy sigh of defeat and watched as he lowered the cup and slid the straw into his mouth. He slurped up the ice with a triumphant stare making her shake her head.
"I hope you get brain freeze."
"That's not very nice," he teased.
It wasn't long before he screamed out in pain as his head was hit full force with a headache. She laughed at him, only receiving a scowl back in response.
"You jinxed that," George accused.
"Well, you only have yourself to blame. If you would've just given it to me when I asked, you wouldn't be in pain." She shrugged and folded her arms over her chest.
She was enjoying this a little bit too much.
"Just for that, i'm going to purposely spill it all over my outfit!" George called as she began walking away.
She turned to face him, now walking backwards. "We both know you won't do that." With a wink, she turned back and headed through the door to get back to the dressing room.
George angrily sipped on his drink. She was right, he wouldn't spill it on himself purposely and he hated it. George Lee had been owned by his stylist.
"This is an outrage."
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im so sorry for how messy and rushed this seems, i have tried to write it like six times and it just wasn't going right but hopefully this will suffice for now.
question — do you guys wanna see more run episodes and stuff like that?
thank you so much for reading, this wasn't proofread but i hope you enjoyed anyway.
you're greatly appreciated 💜
— blue x