𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦 || 𝘫𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘯

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

Bold = english
(...) = translation

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   After Minghao had come back from his talk with Hoshi he took them into a room filled with salon chairs and dressing rooms. This only caused Joshua’s hands to turn clammy as they walked through the doors.

   He felt like a fish out of water, lost and clueless as Minghao talked to the stylists. Besides, a part of him felt nervous since  training had been tough , causing him to wonder how the actual mission would be.

   “Alright, the plan is simple. Joshua will socialize with the guests and try to find out as much information as he can about Junhui through them while Jeonghan looks around for anything suspicious, got it?”

   They both nodded.

   “Great" Minghao sighed in relief. "Now that we’ve talked about the plan twice, go ahead and change, a few of our makeup artists and stylists will be taking care of you until 8”

   Jeonghan smiled. “Finally, I’m getting the life I deserve!” He said as a hairstylist massaged his scalp while washing his hair.

   But Joshua on the other hand only gave him a glare. “You don’t deserve anything dollface. Knowing you’ve taken many lives before this makes me puke”

   With a grin, Joshua turned to face him, expecting Jeonghan to groan and give him a lame comeback about how important his beauty was or something. However, he didn’t get any of that. And as soon as they made eye contact, Joshua couldn’t help but gulp.

   Jeonghan’s eyes showed nothing else but pain.

   After that, they had not spoken at all. The hairstylists continued to fix their messy hair and the stylists handed them clothes they thought would best fit them. And yet, Joshua didn’t even notice how pretty the suit was or how nicely his hair looked. He was stuck in his own thoughts and Jeonghan’s expression kept on appearing in them.

   Although half of him only brushed the image off and continued on with life, the other half felt guilty. He wondered, out of all the things he had said, why was Jeonghan pained by those?

   That question currently held no answer.

   “Are the two of you ready?” Minghao said as he came into the room.

   Joshua, who was currently sitting to allow the makeup artists do some final touches, immediately stood up and headed over to the mirror. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at his reflection.

   He was wearing a black suit jacket that would apparently cover everything it needed to cover, and his hair was slicked to the side giving his forehead a bit of exposure. His lips were a rosy pink and his eye makeup was toned in brown shades.

   “Is..this me?” He asked, still in awe.

   But the magic of the moment was suddenly interrupted by a cough from behind him.

   “No, it’s Joe"

   Confused, Joshua turned around and looked at the man up and down. He frowned as he realized a stranger had just rudely spoken to him. “Excuse me sir but, who are you??”

   “Are you seriously going to act stupid right now?” The man groaned. “How childish..”

   Although he was confused and extremely offended, Joshua wouldn’t launch himself towards the man just to teach him a lesson. After all, he was no savage, and he prided himself in being modest.