case 143 // seungin

chapter 21 | ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ¹

-sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ-
narrator
the skies of colorado had darkened way earlier than its wintry schedule, and along with them came an old, weathered guest; the moon. its surface – adorned with diamond-shaped scars, hemisphere-shaped craters and dark grey streaks – slowly appeared to take its rightful place among the wispy, translucent clouds.

shadows stretched and engulfed every corner of the university, drowning the campus in a peaceful sea of silence. all but a piece of brightly lit glass – it shone through the early winter darkness, amidst other partially dimmed, tinted ones.

this piece of glass didn't just belong to anyone. it belonged to an extraordinary room, stashed between many other dormitory blocks. most of all, it belonged to two boys, whose relationship with each other was not the most socially acceptable.

felix didn't have time to care about that.

he was a proud owner of his bit of glass.

however, 'frantic' would have been a better adjective to replace 'proud'.

a frantic mess turning the whole dormitory upside down as he frantically searched for his makeup.

a chaotic man usually leaves much to be desired, especially for someone like felix. it was the couple's fortnightly supper date, and felix had a very special policy for these kinds of outings.

nights out with his significant other meant a quick, cold shower, and while the rest of his body enjoyed the watery chill, his hair was strictly encapsulated in a shower cap — for natural shine and volume. those fluffy locks of hair were then meticulously slicked back piece by piece.

after an hour and a half of putting each hair in place, he then moved on to padding glossy blobs of makeup onto his face with the help of tear-shaped sponges. felix usually coupled the finished look with baggy street wear pieces he felt most comfortable in.

this night proved to be a tad different; as his entire makeup bag had disappeared, and had completely halted his fortnightly operations.

felix simply would not step out of the dormitory without his favourite lip tint.

'babe! have you seen my makeup bag?' felix groaned in frustration, his voice hoarser than usual. this was never a common occurrence, although felix possessed a far deeper voice than the average person. he disliked the deepness of his voice, and had always dreamt of eliciting higher, lighter vocal qualities.

however, in the midst of his makeup disaster, felix did not care to use a lighter speaking tone. his eyes were wide with panic as he whizzed all over the dormitory, like a tornado trapped in tupperware. the first stop was the powder room, and felix could be seen anxiously sieving through bottles of men's products. his hands flew left and right as his fingers darted in and out to shift and avoid the falling bottles. it really was just one bottle of two-in-one shampoo that belonged to changbin; the rest of the bottles belonged to felix's extensive makeup collection.

changbin, seemingly flustered from hearing his boyfriend's deep exclamation of panic, rushed into the dormitory as soon as he heard it. ears red and slightly panting, his jaw went slack as soon as felix dashed past him, apparently headed for their shared closet next. changbin's jaw only grew increasingly slackened as the aftermath of felix's game of dodgeball with his cosmetics was revealed in all its glory.

as the dormitory's resident clean freak, changbin was flabbergasted beyond words, and he barely managed to pull his gaze away from the mess — in hopes of not going into a full meltdown.

his eyes darted around their clothes-strewn room, before finally landing on the only neat spot of their room: felix's three, obviously planned, crisply ironed outfits. the tidiness of those three sets stood out prominently in the messy room.