TMR Imagines and Preferences

You Take Off Your Makeup- Minho

By the time that you pull in the driveway, Minho is fast asleep in bed, all of the lights in the house still on. After you put all the groceries away, you flick off the main lights and quietly sneak upstairs to get ready for bed. Minho is sprawled across the bed in only his boxers, and a chuckle escapes your lips as you grab your pajamas from underneath your pillow. The bathroom lights shines into the bedroom and you leave the door open as you change, trusting that Minho is asleep.

Your shadow arcs across the room as you brush your teeth, and then grab a wipe to remove your makeup. Slowly, the foundation, eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner come off, leaving smudges on the wipe as if it were a canvas. Unbeknownst to you, Minho was awake the entire time, and he watches in fascination as the mask you put on fades, and he saw your face, and true beauty. Eventually, you turn the light off and crawl into bed next to Minho. His arm wraps around your shoulders and you fall asleep with your head on his chest, listening to the lullaby of heartbeats.

The next day is Saturday, so you wake up late with the sun already blaring through the shades. Minho is in the bathroom, so you go downstairs and start the coffee. By the time the coffee is ready and poured, Minho is still upstairs, so you go up to check on him. The bathroom door is cracked open, and he is squinting into the mirror with your eyeliner in his hand. You watch for a few seconds and try not to laugh when the tip falters and he curses at the eyeliner in his eye. Unfortunately, your laugh slips out and Minho notices you watching him from the doorway. Guiltily he places the eyeliner on the counter, amid the mess of powders, creams, and jars.

"Care to explain what exactly you are doing?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, Y/N, I just, I just was curious." Minho bites his lip, and you can tell that he is hiding something.

"If you were curious what the things did, you could have asked me, you know?"

"Well, you see the problem is that I wanted a truthful answer and I know you wouldn't give that to me."

You throw a hand to your heart dramatically. "You don't trust me?"

"I-I-I.. I just wanted to know how these products could make you feel better about yourself. I wanted to know what they did, and how they could possibly make something so beautiful even more pretty, when all they did was cover things up. I knew that if I asked you, you would just say 'because' and that you," in air quotes, "needed them. And that's a lie."

You don't know how to react, and while you want to laugh at the eyeliner smeared on Minho's eyelids and the blush caked on his cheeks, you can't bring yourself to. Instead, tears form in the corners of your eyes, which lock with Minho's.

"No, no, don't cry. I mean, you're gorgeous when you cry but I don't want you to be sad. I just want you to feel pretty without all of this crap." Minho professes, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Minho, it just helps. It covers up the things that aren't good enough, and makes me look better, I can't explain how," you choke out.

"No! Y/N, that's a load of BS! What do I have to do to make you realize that EVERYTHING that is a part of you is more than good enough. You look prettier without all of the makeup, when I can see all of your freckles, and the way your eyes sparkle. Besides, kissing you without makeup is SO much better, because I don't have to worry about messing it up so that you have to redo it. I love you without the makeup, Y/N."

The tears pouring down your face can't be stopped anymore. Minho moves closer to you and sits down on the tile, motioning for you to follow.

"Can't I do anything to make you believe me?" he begs.

As your heart rate begins to speed up, you come up with your answer and deliver it with a small smile. "Well, it might take a while, but you can start by kissing me."

Minho doesn't hesitate, and he leans in with one hand on your cheek, gently pressing his lips to yours.