Behind The Mask

~ 4 ~

SONG

- striptease : CARWASH -

SOOBIN POV

Knock Knock, I heard on my door.

"Come in!" I shouted. I was seated in my chair, our makeup artist doing any last touch ups on my eyes.

"Hello~" I heard. Even though my eyes were closed I couldn't mistake the voice. It was Y/n.

"Oh hi! Are you the new stylist?" Our makeup artist stopped applying eyeshadow and turned towards her to ask.

"Oh yes," Y/n replied with a bow. "I'm Y/n."

"Ah Y/n, nice to meet you! Im Chohee, TXT's makeup artist. This outfit is amazing, great job! Im sure the others are just as good."

"Oh, thank you 언니 (unnie)," She said gratefully with another bow. "The makeup is unimaginable, thank you so much for working with me on making sure the looks match."

"Of course!" Choohee responded. "With your makeup skills, you should take my place too, your eyes look beautifully done! Lord knows I'm sick of these boys, aish."

"Oh, no I could never," Y/n said humbly with a laugh.

Chohee has been our makeup artist since debut, and she has an assistant, but she's home sick, so we got here extra early for her to do all of us. She's like 45 years old and always complaining about her wrinkles and wouldn't shut up today about how this event was gonna make them 10x worse.

"You're all done with hair and makeup," she spoke to me. "I'll leave you and Y/n to figure out the outfit," she said with a sly wink at me through the mirror. Realizing what she meant I flushed so red, but luckily it couldn't be seen due to the heavy foundation. I stood up out of my makeup chair and faced Y/n, her mask on.

"Okay so~" She said, approaching me. "How's everything feel?" She clasped her hands together in a questioning manner.

"Uhm, everything's comfortable, uh- just the pants are a bit too wide in the waist..."

"Oh okay, no problem," she said and stepped closer as she drew a safety pin from her pocket. "Im just going to pin it on the sides and the back because beneath your jacket nobody will be able to tell," she explained as she continued to get closer. I could feel a shortness in my breath as I towered over her small frame. She drew two more safety pins from her pocket.

"Could you hold up your jacket?" She asked. I stared at her for a second, lost in her eyes as we made eye contact.

"Oh- uh- sorry- uhm- yeah of course sure," I stuttered when I realized what she asked. I pulled up my jacket to reveal my waist. Luckily my shirt was tucked into my pants so I didn't show any skin, but my shirt had been pulled taunt and my pants sagged off my waist terribly.

"Thank you," she said, bending over as she reached for my pant waist on my right side. I gulped as I felt her breath on my abdomen, my face even hotter now than before.

As soon as she touched my waist I silently gasped. Her warm fingers tugged at the waist band as I stared down at her. As she tried to fold over the material to pin it, it kept snapping back in place, causing her to let out a frustrated groan. Which only made it worse for me. I couldn't help, but let my mind race to unholy thoughts within that moment, things I could only ever dream of. Her sounds and touch made me crazy.