Flawed Perfection

|➵infatuations and make up

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❝You know that this is amazing
Please tell me why you're hesitating then❞

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"Ohh, I see. So the cushion was for blending the foundation."

The pair sat together on the lawn where the blades of green grass were slowly getting cold and the air around them had started bringing the pleasant chill of spring along. The sky above them was blushing with shades of pink and purple everywhere and the stars that had stayed hidden until now had now started to peek at them, twinkling with zest. As the clock inside his house kept ticking, Taehyun moved his hands in sync to his heartbeat,  blending the foundation on Zuki's face.

"You know", he paused to take a final glance at her face, unsatisfied with the even layer of foundation covering her dotted freckles, "Your freckles are not bad. You shouldn't try to hide them."

"Easy for you to say. Your face is basically as clean and spotless as porcelain, and I would prefer clear skin over my freckles any day. People say they look like pox and pimples." Zuki held up the hand mirror to observe her face and smiled at Taehyun, appreciating and praising his techniques.

Taehyun only scoffed in return, proceeding to finish the look with a single swipe of lipstick over her chapped lips. Hurriedly, he shuffled back and took the mirror from Zuki's hand and held it up in front of her. Peeping his head from behind, he flashed a wide smile with his eyes slightly crinkled, "What do you think?"

Zuki dramatically gasped and fanned her face with her hands, making the boy chuckle. "I look like I'm about to swoon a billionaire after having my pictures for vogue clicked." Another burst of laughter erupted from him, Zuki joining as well.

"You must've been a heartthrob at your previous place. I won't be surprised though, with your looks and personality, I seriously won't be surprised." Zuki's words left a bitter taste in her mouth. As far as she could remember, she always had mixed feelings towards those cool kids. She was envious of them but at the same time, they disgusted her. To think that the boy who sat in front of her, stuffing her cheap and half emptied make up products into her embarrassing pouch could be one of them just didn't fit well with her.

Taehyun took his merry time to answer that and after some excruciatingly long minutes which were driving Zuki crazy, he finally said," Yes, I was pretty famous. But it's in the past. I'd rather have a quite life now."

Zuki said nothing more but only stared at hid hands that worked quickly to pack  her things. Despite his riotous and  restless eyes his smile was calm, it seemed like he was having a war between the two halves of himself and Zuki couldn't help but sympathize. His every feature spoke to her; his cold fingers had felt like ice on her boiling cheeks, his laughter had successfully lifted up the mood and his eyes had already hypnotized her. She was falling deep, fast and endlessly in love.

But she knew herself damn well. The truth that she had been a loner and was a drama queen echoed loudly in her mind, irritatingly constant and unfortunately true. She sighed as she concluded,

An infatuation.

Zuki lifted the corners of her lips to form a warm smile on her face with her mouth slightly agape and she released the heartiest giggle since many weeks.

'I look forward to being swallowed by this infatuation.'

"Stop, you're creeping me out." Taehyun's amused voice broke her away from her stream of thoughts and dragged her into the present moment.

"Nothing creepy about laughing, nothing at all! I am just amazed by how beautiful I suddenly look. Your make-up skills are commendable. I can hardly recognize myself." The guilty girl brushed her short hair back to fully admire her face. An unknown sense of pride infusing in her chest as she tried looking at her face from every angle.

"Stop exaggerating, you look the same. It's just that your features are more defined now." Taehyun patted her shoulders as a sign for her to stand up and head home.

'This much socialization is enough for a day', he thought with a forced smile.

Despite having enjoyed her presence, the girl had managed to yeet Taehyun in the middle of many awkward and troublesome situations throughout her visit. Considering the lack of social skills, Taehyun had definitely and unarguably found it difficult to cope up with her pace.

With a jump, Zuki stood up and brushed her clothes, fixing her hair right after that. She also collected her make up pouch, if one could call it that, along with the packet of wet wipes. Taehyun's eyes followed her movements as she started walking towards the front gate, halting near it. He looked down and grabbed the potted plant she had brought along and ran up to her. " You forgot this."

"No, I didn't. I brought it for you. His name is Nimchi and he loves sun bathing in the morning. Please take good care of my baby, hum?"

All he could do was smile back and pat the leaves of this plant as the roots of warmth  and affection planted themselves in his rotten heart.

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" It was surely pleasant, getting my make up done and also spending time with you. I hope you felt the same way too?" Zuki was standing behind the gates now, far enough to have to shout at the boy to be heard.

Taehyun gave a genuine smile and nodded his head, "The feeling is mutual."

"So," Zuki paused, "when should I visit again?"

"Er- maybe next year?"

"What? No!", She erupted in laughter, clutching the nearby wall to support her dangling figure while pacing backwards. "Let's meet tomorrow?"

"I actually have a doctor's appointment tomorrow." Taehyun immediately shouted back, louder to make sure it reached her.

With raised eyebrows and sarcasm dripping from her speech, Zuki muttered, "Well, that's a polite way of saying no." Inhaling deeply and cupping her hands near her mouth, she yelled, "I will come next week. Same time."

And as she looked away and dashed along the muddy footpath, her short black hair flowing along with her, Taehyun could hardly do anything other than stare at her disappearing figure.

'Screw my life, what did I get myself into?'

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