Park Jimin; Sinner

Park Jimin; Dress Up

Anonymous POV

My room seems so lonely now.

Jimins POV

In school you are supposed to learn, but today I found myself unable to keep my eyes open. The only part of the day I was awake for was the beginning and end. Oops.

"Jimin!" Tae called, running after me as I walked out of the schools front doors with the intention to walk home. I turned to see his wide boxy smile, and Hoseok with an equally absurd grin adorning his face.

"Hey guys, what is it?" I said tempted to smile simply due to their expressions. This time it was Hoseok who spoke.

"The entire class is going into Busan tonight, Namjoon came across some fake IDs, don't ask me how. The man is a fucking genius, but anyways, we are gonna go clubbing. You in?" Now I understood their expressions, because I'm sure I wore a similar one now.

"Hell yeah" I paused. Seeing a flaw. "Is Jungkook coming?" Hoseok and Tae looked at each other, guilt crossing their expressions.

"Well-" Tae began before Hobi took over. "He is welcome to come as long as his daddy doesn't know it's us" he said with a heart grin before beginning to walk away before thinking better of it and turning to say one last thing.

"And he cannot be a killjoy! If he ends up coming send Joon a pic of him for an ID"

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"Hey so there is this party tonight" I said to Jungkook over the phone while emptying the contents of my closet looking for something to wear.

"Was I invited? I'm usually not invited to these things" he said sadly, I kind of felt bad for him. He has had it rough. Apparently when he was little he had a birthday party, he had begged his dad to have one and he finally did, and invited everyone. But when the day came only Jin showed up.

"Nope your invited, and you are going to fucking enjoy yourself got it?" I said with mock seriousness. He chuckled drily on the other end of the line.

"If you say so Jimin"

()()()

Five minutes later Jungkook was at my door. He appeared to have run here, as some of his hair was sticking to his forehead in the summer humidity that has just started to grace Korea.

"What the hell do I wear to this kind of thing?" He asked the second I opened up the thick white door for him. And I'm sure I looked shocked.

"Did you just swear?" Jungkook scoffed, a light pink coming to his cheeks.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it" he said, sounding almost apologetic. Hell. I would love to get used to it, that would be super hot in- nope stop getting ahead of yourself Jimin.

I ended up ushering Jungkook up to my room to see if I could fix something up for him to where.

"What are these?" He asked with a confused expression holding up a dull but still gleaming article of clothing.

"Those are leather pants" I paused to snatch them and look at them, and Jungkook. "And i think you would look hella good it them" I said with a grin, but there was something akin to horror on his face making me laugh. 

The early portion of the night was spent dressing ourselves up. It was filled with giggle, obscene shouts, tight clothing and me educating the innocent child on what we were doing tonight. Since it's Friday we were going to stay over in Busan at a hotel, and come back later tomorrow. 

Jungkook told his dad that he was on some bullshit youth event in the city. I'm beginning to think I'm a bad influence on him. But Jungkook really needs to learn how to live so I don't feel that guilty. 

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In the end I got Jungkook to wear the leather pants, and I'm beginning to think that it was a mistake. Not because he looked bad, god no. He looked fuck worthy and that was an issue. His thighs were on full display and his ass was so prominent that I felt guilty for dressing him this way. He was too innocent for this. But at the same time I could not find it in me to regret it.

"Are you sure I look ok Hyung?" He asked innocently, twisting at different angles in the full body mirror against my closet door.

"You look fucking amazing don't worry" I said, an idea taking shape. I walked over to my dresser, where on top I kept all my cosmetics.

"Jungkook?" I asked picking up an eyeliner pencil. He let out a hum in response. "Would you let me do your makeup?" He turned away from his reflection at this.

"M-makeup?" He asked incredulously. I lugged in response and gestured him to sit down. "I won't do too much, just the basics, but don't worry you will look great" I said crouching in from of him, placing my makeup bag beside me. I pretended not to notice Jungkook swallow deeply as I pulled out concealer. I dabbed it lightly under his eyes before blending it in. I moved onto foundation next, putting a light layer over the smooth expanse of his skin. I lastly moved onto powder to smooth it all out.
Now for the fun part. The eyes.

I never acctually learned the proper process of this, I just kinda go for it. I started with eyeshadow. A very natural looking brown that is barely even noticeable. Then I moved onto the eyeliner. I decided on pencil instead of liquid because I had other plans. I drew thick lines over the top, and a thin one along his water line. I don't think he had ever done that before, he nearly started crying.

To finish it off I dragged my finger over the eyeliner, smudging it naturally to give a charcoal effect. And that was the exact effect I got. And damn was I proud of what I had done.

I brought the mirror to Jungkook and when his eyes met his reflection they widened and his light pink lips dropped open into a small 'O'.

"So? What do you think?" I asked, hoping he liked it because I sure as hell did.

"I think you have outdone yourself Jimin" he said with a small, satisfied smile that made me want to kiss him. But that was besides the point.

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Song Rec
Palate by IU