unhealthy | pjm

n i n e

chapter nine - hair

Somin's clap and squeal of joy instantly erased all the bitter feelings I had towards makeup. She took my wrist and sat me down on her vanity, switching on the spotlights to reveal every minuscule flaw on my face. Her drawers opened to reveal more makeup than I had ever seen in one place, and I felt slightly intimidated by her expertise.

A lot of powdery coughs and watery eyes later, my makeup was finally done. It was nearing 7pm, and we had to arrive at 8. Jimin had completely passed out on the bed, exhausted from the day's shopping.

Somin plucked the dress and shoes out of his grasp, and shoved me into the bathroom to change. When I came out two minutes later and jokingly twirled around, her jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God."

A slight pause followed. She gulped and continued.

"I think I'm a lesbian."

I cracked a small smile and went to hug her to thank her for the makeover. When we separated, she looked me over once again.

"But seriously Sana, you're going to knock them all dead. Make sure to look out for any possible sugar daddies. Who knows? You might get a private jet just by looking cute."

I shot her a glare and she giggled nervously.

"I'm going to get something to eat," she mumbled, and shot out of the room.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the mirror and examined my reflection.

My hair was lightly curled to frame my face, and the flecks of rose gold glitter on my eyelids really brought out my brown eyes. To top it all off, she had applied a dark red glossy lip to match my outfit.

I smiled, satisfied with the result.

My eyes strayed over to the lump that was lightly snoring on the bed.

Walking over, my heels clicking on the wood floor, I shook him gently.

"Yah, Jimin! Get up, you have to change now!"

He snorted and cutely shook his head, shifting over to the side so that his face was hidden from view.

I tried again, shaking him a bit harder and ripping the blanket off of him.

"Come on! You can't be that tired!"

The clock read 7:20. We were getting late.

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

There's only one way to wake up a playboy.

I hooked my legs over his waist, straddling him loosely. I felt him stiffen beneath me.

I bent down to whisper in his ear, strands of my bangs touching his cheeks.

"Jimin oppa.. I have a surprise for you," I whispered as seductively as I could.

He shot up, shirt getting tangled, allowing me to get a glimpse of his abs.

I raised an eyebrow. He brought his face closer to mine. It was then that I noticed the few centimetres of space separating our lips.

"You said you had a surprise for me," he said deeply, voice hoarse from sleep.

"You weren't waking up." I whispered back, making sure to keep the seductive tone in my voice.

"Hmm, I have an idea. Why don't we skip the party and stay right here. All night."

I pulled my head back, and I swear I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"Hmm," I said, tilting my head back in false thought. "How about no! You dragged me into this, and you sure as hell are going to suffer with me." I shot him a sickly sweet smile.

"Ughhh!" he groaned and fell back into the pillow.

I patted his arm apologetically.

"Come on, get changed. We're already late as is."

He rolled his eyes, swinging his legs over the bed and ruffling his bedhead even further as he walked towards his room.

He walked into his bathroom and I sat on his bed, picking at my nails as I waited for him to come out.

He emerged in a burgundy suit that clashed with his hair horribly.

"Look! I thought we could be matching!" he exclaimed playfully, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

I winced internally, not wanting to break the news to him.

"Uhm, it looks great! But don't you think you should try out that one over there?" I pointed behind him, at an Armani suit that was hanging from a knob on his wardrobe.

He nodded, his good mood a little deflated.

He changed into the Armani suit and came out with a smile on his face.

"Do you like this one?"

I nodded, impressed.

Something propelled me to my my feet and I glided over to him, pausing a few inches away from his face.

I stood on my tiptoes and ruffled my hand through his soft red hair. I could feel his minty breath on my face.

"I like your hair messy. It suits you."

He nodded and smirked.

"Now, lets be honest. Was that just an excuse to be near my gorgeous self?" he said, jokingly flexing his biceps.

A red flush rose to my cheeks and I punched his chest lightly.

"Shut up."

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how jimin looks like

AN: filler chapter, the next one will be better. please make sure to vote and comment! <3