Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

Epilogue

Four months later. 

Dusting a final delicate layer of shimmering powder over his cheekbones, Jimin set the brush down on the edge of the palette and admired the effort he had put into accentuating their sleek frame. The look was simple, it had to be, but he'd had a bit of fun with the finishing touches and tweaked a few of the director's less inspiring ideas. For example, he couldn't get over being told that a thin coat of clear gloss was all that was going to be applied to his lips and he had scoured the dressing table's many drawers for a worthy substitute. After twenty minutes, he had found one and now he was donning a gorgeous shade of rose pink, which he was hoping he would be able to sneak past the crew.

They were currently elsewhere, probably sorting out the stage, and he was taking full liberty of his free time. His outfit lay on the side and, seeing as he didn't need to change for a little while, he hopped off the stool and slipped on the pair of slippers that had been provided for him. Giving his attire a last check in the mirror to make sure he was covered up, he walked over to the door and pulled it open.

Just as he had expected, a certain brunette came strolling around the corner at that exact moment, his arrival, no doubt, due to the sound of the younger's door swinging shut. An excited smile danced across his lips and he headed towards the other at top speed, stopping just short of him. Time hadn't changed the way his heart fluttered in his chest every time they saw each other, if anything, it had deepened the affection he felt and permanently cemented the explosion of butterflies in his stomach.

Taehyung sent back a look of equal adoration, but his smile was slightly marred when he saw the products glittering on the dancer's face and a small frown tugged at his lips. Knowing exactly what was coming, Jimin held up his hand to stem the words that were sure to flow out of his mouth and brought it back down to hold onto the other's. He laced their fingers together and this time, he was the one who gave them a reassuring squeeze.

"I told you I'm fine doing this," he comforted, wanting the elder to hear the honesty in his words, "It's not like before."

"You're still having to doll yourself up," Taehyung pointed out, voicing his worries for the umpteenth time that day, "What have they got you performing in?"

He raised a sceptical eyebrow and the ravenette let out a faint sigh. However, he wasn't annoyed at the other's persistence, because it showed just how much he cared for him, and he experienced the all too familiar swooning in his heart. He didn't want Taehyung to worry, not when there was no need to, and he gave his hand a gentle tug to pull him back to the changing room.

The reluctance in the steps that followed was obvious and he turned to face him as he opened the door, making sure to give him a proper smile.

"See," he said, pointing to the garments that had been freshly prepared, "It's nothing like before. Plus, Hobi and I were to ones to choose them and you know he cares about me too."

The mention of his friend's involvement definitely allowed the elder to relax a tad and he nodded, albeit a little forcefully. It was also the first time he had seen what the smaller would be wearing and the clothes in front of him were far nicer than what he had been expecting. There were no tight shorts or ridiculously low-cut crop tops, no teasing straps or chains to hang around his waist. In fact, the outfit would cover almost all of his body.

"I'm not performing at a club remember, it's an actual dance event at a proper venue," Jimin reminded him, drawing the taller's focus back to him, "And Hobi and I are only the opening act."

"I know," the brunette grumbled, finally giving in now that he had no reason to be concerned, "I just don't want you to get hurt again. I made a promise to never let that happen and I don't plan on breaking it."