Makeup

3.

At last, we arrived. Namjoon opened the door just a crack, but immediately, someone pulled the door wide open, and all the members rushed over to greet us. Jimin, who was the last to run over, was stuck behind the small mob of taller guys. He started jumping up and down, either out of excitement or to get a better look at me (I couldn't tell), his orange hair bouncing along. Everyone else was excitedly greeting us, and someone dragged both Namjoon and I in through the doorway. 

"You took your time, eh? We're waiting for you to start eating!" J-Hope teased, giving the leader a friendly punch.

"Yeah, we're starving, Namjoon hyung," piped Jungkook.

"Okay okay, thank you everyone for coming and thank you the staff who prepared this space and food so nicely for us. It really means a lot for us to be together with our loved ones like this, and I hope you have a wonderful time tonight. Now, dig in!" Namjoon announced. Turning around, he saw Taehyung leading me to a table, my hand in his. We both froze when we heard Namjoon's voice holler "Yah! TaeTae! Don't touch what you can't afford!"

"I--I was just trying to show her around..' Taehyung protested weakly, letting go of my hand. 

"Thanks, but you can leave that to me. Go get some food," he told the puppy-eyed boy. With Taehyung taken care of, he motioned for me to get some food too. "See?" he whispered in my ear, "I told you."

"Aigoo, he was probably just being nice," I defended. 

"I've lived with them for five years and know them like the back of my hand, and believe me, Tae doesn't do that when he's just trying to be nice. And," he paused, "I get this weird feeling when you look at him like that."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Like what?"

"It's like, like the way you look at me. I'm not jealous I'm just saying--"

I pressed a finger to his lips and shook my head. "I've already got my hands full with a dork like you, why would I go after anyone else? Now shush and let's eat with everyone."

The food was good, and the boys ate like they hadn't seen food for days, which rather amused me. They got a bit loud sometimes, but they were always respectful to the guests, and were surprisingly friendly. I enjoyed observing their antics in real life instead of hearing about it from Joonie, and it was interesting meeting their families and close friends. J-Hope's noona was much shyer than her brother, but she shared his sense of humor and had very graceful mannerisms. Taehyung's parents were the cutest things ever--they'd hold hands on top of the dining table and occasionally get up to fix their son's hair or rumpled collar. And Jimin? Well, he and this person I assumed to be his girlfriend would be making out whenever they thought no one was looking.  

I got up to get a glass of water, but was stopped midway by Jungkook, who asked politely, "Noona, do you want some water? I got an extra one by accident."

I smiled and thanked him before taking the glass. A slight thud behind the maknae caught my attention, and, surprise surprise, it was from Namjoon, who must have tripped over himself while playing Ninja with the members. My face must have reddened at the sight of Jin and J-Hope helping my clumsy boyfriend up because Jungkook asked, "Noona, what kind of blush do you use? It's very, uh, natural." I looked to see him intently observing my cheeks, genuine curiosity written across his face. My puzzled expression signaled him to explain, "Um, don't tell any of them but I kind of, um, collect makeup products for fun. And I think that color would complete my blush collection, if you don't mind telling me what kind it is." He sped up towards the end, as if embarrassed by telling me about his hobby, but he couldn't hide the sparkle of interest in his dark, round eyes. 

"I-- Namjoon!" I blurted. Jungkook blinked in confusion, and before I could explain, Joonie was next to me. "What? I heard my name."

"Oh! I was just going to tell Jungkook what kind of blush I use, which is none because this happens when you're around," I pointed to my now incredibly warm cheekbones. 

"I swear, one of these days, I won't be able to handle your cuteness anymore," he replied, giving me a hug from behind. Meanwhile, the other guys were all gathered around Jungkook, fascinated at the discovery of his secret hobby.

Namjoon stretched his neck out to peck my cheek, but his lips stopped right before they could reach my skin, so close I could feel his warmth on my face. I looked at him in confusion as he pulled back, an eyebrow raised. "You're such a tease, Joon," I clucked, "are you sure you don't want some of this?" I puckered my lips, but upon remembering that I had tried on a new color of lipstick in the bathroom and forgot to remove it, I squeezed my eyes shut and apologized, "I forgot, I'm sorry! I'll take it off." 

Searching around frantically for a napkin, I spotted one on the food serving table and tried to wriggle out of Namjoon's grasp to get it, but to no avail. "Are you going to waste a napkin for this? So much for trying to save the trees," he bemoaned dramatically.

"Alright, I guess you're wiping it off for me then," I retorted, turning around and pressing my lips roughly onto his. He was taken by surprise, but he responded quickly, pulling me closer and helping me to transfer almost all of my lipstick onto his lips. Or rather, his lips and the area all around his lips such that he looked like a toddler with a coloring disaster.

"My, my, are you a mess," drawled Yoongi at Namjoon, his lips curled up in a hint of a smile. "But you," he motioned in my direction, "aren't you a hot mess?" he said, giving me a wink. Namjoon saw that and wiped some of the lipstick onto his thumb, threatening the older rapper, "Try that again and you'll get this all over your face." His voice was a low growl, but his eyes twinkled with mischief as he started to chase Yoongi across the room. I looked over at the group of hyungs still teasing Jungkook about his obsession with makeup products, of all things, and I couldn't help but grin in amusement. 

"Fools," I thought, "my new family of fools. I like it."