smeared lipstick [seungin]

nine (s)

It was late at night, Jeongins face illuminated from the computer screen.

"Seungmin," Jeongin tiredly asks, "Where... do you actually get your money?"

"Hmm?" Seungmin ruffled through the sheets, "I was born rich, and I inherited my parents' money." Seungmin glanced at Jeongin.

His face perfectly sculptured. He should have been modeling by now, and if he did, he would be on billboards or modeling for some designer shit.

"Oh, really?" Jeongin swerved around in his chair, closing his laptop and sliding into bed next to Seungmin.

"Mhm... why? Do you want some?" Seungmin smiled, Jeongin shrugged. Did he really want it?

"No... it's alright, you're all I need." Jeongin sighs, pulling Seungmin in closer for warmth.

Seungmin shut his eyes, finally feeling happy.

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Jeongin rolled around, feeling no other but himself. Weird.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, he looked infront of him, Seungmin stood in the doorframe.

"Good morning." He smiled, "You beat me, I was going to wake you up."

"Oh..." Jeongin half-heartedly smiled and fell back onto the bed.

"Well...later I'm going clubbing with a group I need to talk with. I need to...talk about business. You know how I get money from my parents?" Seungmin looked at Jeongin. He definitely was somewhere else, "...Nevermind, I'll talk to you about this later."

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Jeongin was finally awake. He leaned against the marble counters, "What were you saying to me earlier?"

"Right. I have to go to a club at 8, I have business to do. My dad is giving me his company." Seungmin sighed. He walked past Jeongin, his hand lingering around his waist as he went out to grab a drink of water.

"Hmm, I'll go if you need me to. I'll be hanging around the bar... and tomorrow is a Saturday." Jeongin smirked up at Seungmin.

"You're right," Seungmin took a sip from his cup.

"Oh, come on!! You're so boring." Jeongin was leaning over the counter, reaching out to Seungmins drink.

"Okay, okay. We have to go in 30 minutes, so if you want to get ready, feel free to. I know you take ages to get ready." Seungmin swiped his drink, glancing at Jeongin.

"Ugh, says you." He rolls his eyes and stands up straight, walking to his room... to get ready for 30 minutes.

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"I'm done!!! Seungmin??" Jeongin yelled, knocking on the bathroom door before opening it.

"What?" Seungmin pops out of the bathroom, pulling up his sweats.

"...you're not ready, are you?" Jeongin blankly stared at him.

"Whatever. It won't take too long, come here." Seungmin could smell the perfume he got him. It was a sharp smell, but it was comforting. He pulled Jeongin into a hug, diving his nose into the crook of his neck.

"Get off me!! You need to get ready..." Jeongin whined, pushing Seungmins face away.

"Alright... alright."

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Seungmin finished, pushing his hair to the side, and he walked past Jeongin, unlocking the car. He heard Jeongin yell from behind him as well as clattering noises from the kitchen.