Beneath the City ✔️

Warm

Help all I'm writing is fluff and I want ma story. I mean fluff is fun and all and I like reading it, but I want the exciting bits. Anyway, on with the show...

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Three hours later, I was no longer allowed to see Jimin. Namjoon had built up a divider between us (aka our mattress propped up by two chairs. Jin had been passing back and forth, getting increasingly excited each time, while I grew more nervous. Namjoon pulled up some clean clothes.

'What do you prefer?' He asked.  In one hand he held my favourite red sweater and jeans, in the other, he held a faded blue t shirt and skirt.

'The sweater and the skirt please.' I told him. 'But where did you find the skirt?I lost it months ago.' I asked.

'It was underneath my mattress.' He stated. Maybe best not to ask I thought to myself and nodded. I reached out and took the clothes and let out a yelp as our hands touched, he gave me a static shock. 'Sorry.' He apologised. I laughed.

'Just surprised me.' I said. 'Let me change.' I instructed, and he walked to Jimin's side. I pulled the sweater over my t-shirt and pulled on the skirt, before slipping off my trousers. (excuse the british english).

Jin's face appeared round the side of the mattress, and he crossed over to my side.

'I'm good at pink.' He told me, 'so I'll try to make the colour a little stronger.' He explained, running his fingers through my hair. 'Oh that's nice.' He said.

'Can I see?' I asked.

'Not yet.' He told me and I groaned. 'Don't be impatient.' He chastised.

'But-'

'Not yet.' He repeated firmly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some beetroot, and a pencil.

'Beetroot?' I asked, tilting my head.

'Here' he said, angling my face upwards. He rubbed some betroot on his finger, and drew his fingers across my lips. His brow was furrowed in concentration. 'Make up' he said. 'Close your eyes.' He ordered, and I obliged. His fingertips brushed over my eyelids. I went to open my eyes. 'Wait.' Jin snapped, and I kept them shut. I winced as he dragged something blunt across my top lid. 'And done.' He breathed.

'Can you show me?' I asked. He held up a mirror, and I let out a soft gasp. 'I look completely different.' I uttered. 'Thank you.' I said quietly. My face had lost the waxy sallow look caused by malnutrition, and my cheeks had a rosy hue, matched by the stain left behind on my lips and eyelids. My hair looked stronger too, and the colour had a warmth it previously lacked. Jin looked smug.

'I still look better.' He said with a smirk.

'Narcissist.' I whispered, and he hit the back of my head.

'Potato face!' He whispered, and I gasped.

'You wound me!' I said melodramatically, and he began to laugh.

'I guess you could say I roasted you.' He laughed, and left me groaning as he walked back to Jimin.

'That was terrible.' I called out to him.

'You don't know true comedy.' He said proudly. I'll have to disagree, I thought to myself. Namjoon walked back over to my side, and nodded looking impressed.

'Jin's good.' He stated.

'Thanks.' I smiled, and fiddled with the hem of my jumper.

'Ready?' He asked, and I nodded.

'I think so.' I said. 'But...' I trailed off.

'But...?' He prompted.

'What if I see Jungkook?' I asked. 'I don't want to disrupt a date.' I pointed out.