ROMEO. ᴾ ᶜᵞ

Act 1, Scene 2

"ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴜsʜ sᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ"

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Over the past years of Chaejin's alarm clock failing to wake her up almost every single time it went off, she had realized that she probably needed a more effective way of being woken up. Though, she never expected that the more effective way would be a very boisterous Park Chanyeol crashing into her bedroom at seven in the morning, a large briefcase-like box under his arm and a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

Chaejin only half opened her eyes, glaring at Chanyeol as he stood at the end of her bed, looking excited. "Who let you into my damn house?"

"Who do you think?" Chanyeol asked as he glanced down at the ground, kicking aside a pile of dirty clothes that were flung onto the ground. Chaejin just made a mental note to get Sehun back later as she sat up in bed with a groan. "You should really clean up in here, it'll make getting laid easier–"

"Get out!" Chaejin groaned, tossing a pillow at him. He just caught it with his free hand before setting both the pillow and the box down on the floor with a laugh.

"No can do," Chanyeol replied, stooping down to fling open the top of the box, revealing what had to be an entire beauty salon in one box. "I'm here to make sure your face doesn't look like shit today. I can't have you walking around in ten out of ten clothes and your face is only a three."

Chaejin only blinked and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, throwing the covers off of herself and getting up. "What do you know about makeup?"

"A lot, actually, considering that I'm forced to witness Jangmi cake her face in this stuff every day," he replied, digging around in the makeup box. "Anyway, I stole this stuff from my mom, so I gotta do this quickly before she realizes her makeup kit's missing."

"Hold on, so you're telling me," Chaejin said, holding up a finger, "that you've never done anyone's makeup before, but you still think you have enough experience to do mine with supplies you stole from your mother?"

Chanyeol pursed his lips. "Yes."

"Chanyeol, get out of my house."

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Eventually, Chanyeol did get out of her house, but only after Chaejin allowed him to slab products onto her face. He had offered her a free ride to school in exchange for allowing him to at least try and do her makeup, and with it being so early in the morning and her reasoning skills not being at the level that they should, she agreed.

In all honesty, though, Chanyeol did a better job than she ever thought he would. Her face was almost flawless.

"Oh, so you let Chaejin leave the house looking like a hooker, but when I try to leave in a men's crop top, it's suddenly inappropriate," Sehun was now saying to their mother from his place by the front door. He had his bag slung over his shoulder, seemingly hitching a ride to school with Chanyeol was well.