Strippers Boyfriend - Taekook: Remastered

12.5

A/n I didn't expect this to take me so long, sorry 🥲
I've been really unhappy with my writing lately so I was putting it off. I hope you read/like it anyway :)

"I'm Jin,"

Jungkook responded with a timid hello, fleetingly glancing towards Jimin. The man's strong presence matched itself in the firm grip on his palm before letting go, flashing him a warm charming smile.

This was not how he expected to spend his evening. He was perfectly content sulking in his room and allowing each interaction he'd had with Taehyung to ricochet against each corner of his mind. With each thought it occurred to him he'd barely spent any time with the man at all.

In that brief space of knowing him he had offered such new experiences they clouded his judgement. The new perspective altered each of his thoughts and made him shudder at his own behaviour, those familiar doubts swarming his thoughts in their place.

Yet here he was, in this dressing room, breathing in the dusty scent of make up that lingered in the air and mingled with an array of perfumes. He sat on a chair that competed against those in his classroom as the most back ache inducing.

Bright lights circled his pale face, blasting out the imperfections carved into his skin and stealing his attention from himself to his appearance.

A hand on his shoulder startled him and brought him back to the room; he looked over to Jimin who smiled down at him. "He's not feeling great today so I thought coming here might cheer him up," Jimin spoke, looking back up to Jin who nodded in understanding.

"Doesn't look like you're feeling it," Jin added, twisting towards the counter from his own equally as uncomfortable looking seat and shuffling through a bag of make up brushes. He pulled one out at a time, sitting them on the desk haphazardly around the other small bags and palletes that occupied the space.

How many of those things could he possibly be using? His lack of comprehension of the process stunned him, the realisation of how little he knew settling uncomfortably in his chest.

Did his father know of these things? Of course he didn't. But he condemned its use so strongly.

Jungkook watched curiously as he took a large puffy brush and dipped it into a creamy looking powder, raising it to dust a blast of colour to his otherwise blank face.

He could vaguely identify the items this set had in common with Jimin's but could easily see it was more extensive than the limited bag Jimin had brought to his dorm room. He wondered how long it took him to get his face to how it was now, colourless and smooth with a thick layer of what he assumed to be concealer.

He pressed the brush, heavy with product to his face with no hesitation, obscuring the beige base with flashes of bronze on his cheeks.

Jimin sat by his side, helping him by handing him items and carefully applying product to his lips, parting half way to pour them each a drink.

Jungkook watched in awe as his face was transformed, the threat of his father's disapproving tone distancing in his mind at the sight.

Jin caught his eyes in the mirror. "Do you want to borrow some, Kook?" He asked, turning his attention back to himself as he continued applying the dramatic make up.

"He doesn't wear make up," Jimin answered for him. "I've tried to convince him but it's not his thing,"

"I want to," Jungkook interrupted, curling into himself as they both turned to face him.

Jimin scoffed. "You always change your mind whenever I say it!" He whined, grinning as Jin slapped his thigh. "Come sit," He giggled, moving away from the counter.