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9

I was looking at the red spot that little fucker left on my neck.

this little-

I made my way into his room and shook him, walking him up.
"wake up you little shit."

"what do you want?"
he said in his raspy voice, his eyes still closed.

"you gave me a hickey!"
I whisper yelled.

he opened one of his eyes and looked at the red spot on my neck.
"cool."

was this guy serious?

"what do you mean "cool"? you little motherfucker I will kill you."
I said, touching the spot on my neck.

"you're here to prevent that from happening, I don't know how you intend to murder me, but make it seem like I killed myself when you were sick or something."
he said, unbothered, closing his eyes.

I scoffed in disbelief.
this guy deserves a slap.
not in a sexual way you fuckers, I know what you're thinking about.

"don't you have make up or something? I need to hide this."

"do you even know how to do it?"
jisung said, opening his eyes and looking at me.

"well...no, but I can try."

he rolled his eyes.
"come here, sit on the bed."
he said and got up, stretching.

I listened and sat on the edge of the bed, while he left to his table, opening his drawer and taking out some make up items I don't even know how are called.

he put the products on the bed, right next to me, before standing in front of me.

he smiled.
"welcome to hannies salon, how can I help you today?"

I rolled my eyes.
"I'm here because someone who is right in front of me gave me a hickey yesterday, and I need to cover it, or I could get fired."

"oh dear, that is terrible. don't worry, hannie will fix everything."
he said and took one of the many things he put on his bed.

I started moving my head, not sure how jisung needed me to be.

suddenly, I felt a fingers on my chin, stopping my
movements.

( a/n: something like this *wink* *wink*😏 )

"stop moving, will ya?"
he rolled his eyes.

before I could answer, he straddled my lap, looking closely at the red spot on my neck.
"it's not even that red, you're overreacting."

I stopped breathing when I felt his body so close to mine.
I could feel his breaths landing on my neck, sending a shivers down my spine.

for a while, he was looking at it, before he moved a little closer to me, so that he could grab the make up he needed, which made my body connect with his.

my eyes widened, and I tried to ignore the sensation it send trough my body.

what was happening to me?
what was han jisung doing to me?

when he grabbed what he needed, he moved back again, and I felt like I could breathe again.

the next thing I knew, I could feel a cold, sort of watery liquid on my neck skin.

"this is concealer. it will cover the red color and then I can just adjust the color with eye shadows."
( a/n: I have no idea how make up works, I don't wear make up, so sorry if I'm saying something that doesn't make sense 😭✊🏻 )

"mhm."
I mumbled.

few moments later, jisung was 'adjusting the color' or something, and it gave me a lot of time to admire his face.

he looked so concentrated, that I almost found it cute.

almost.

his little pouty lips, squishy cheeks, and eyes that held the whole galaxy in them.

I have to admit, he's probably the most beautiful creature I ever seen.
not in a homo way.

"I think it looks good enough."
he said, getting up from my lap and going to his nightstand, taking a little mirror.

I miss the contact with him for a split second, before stopping thinking about that, and the next thing I know, he's giving me his little mirror.
"look."

I take it from him and aim it at my neck.
I must say, he's good.
none red spot visible.

"you actually did a good job, thanks."
I say, giving him his little mirror back.

"I told you hannie could fix everything."

"this is the first time you did good job."

"pfff, I always do a good job."

"in what exactly?"

"in everything."

"tell me in what exactly then."

he looks at me, and I swear I can see the confidence in his eyes.
"for starters, I'm really good at annoying you."

I have nothing to say, because it's true.
this motherfucker is good at annoying me.
not that I mind tho.

"okay, continue."

"I'm good at singing, dancing, rapping, cutting myself, being a disappointment and-"

"jisung....thats not...."

"oh cmon, you're no fun."
he rolled his eyes, taking his make up from the bed and putting it back in his drawer.

"what time even is it?"
he asked me.

I took my phone out of my pocket.
"late enough. go eat your breakfast. I still need to change my clothes."

"sometimes I feel sorry for you, dude. you always have to wear suit, even tho we aren't going anywhere fancy and we stay inside the whole day."

I got up from the bed and made my way to the door.
"trust me, and I don't enjoy it either. see you later."
I said and opened the door, leaving his room.

when I went inside my bathroom to check how the red spot looks like together with the rest of my neck, and if it really is that invisible as it was when I was looking at it with jisungs small mirror, and I let out a sigh of relief when I didn't even notice it.

I quickly changed into my suit, brushed my hair and brushed my teeth, before walking downstairs.

there, I saw jisung, happily eating his waffles kicking his feet under table like a little kid would.

like a little kid would....

he's still a child.
a child who never got to grow up.