the boys were putting up a "special" performance for their fans by dressing up as girls.
you didn't understand why it was special, but it was definitely very amusing seeing them cladded in dresses.
as they were short of make-up artists for that day, the manager allowed you to help out.
"youngjae, please sit still!" you scolded your boyfriend, glaring angrily at him as you slapped his arm gently.
"i'm sorry (y/n)." youngjae giggled, trying his best not to laugh.
shaking your head, you repositioned yourself in front of him as you dabbed the brush lightly on his cheek.
as if in cue, youngjae burst into laughter, knocking the brush out of your hand.
"omg youngjae!" you laughed in exasperation, as you bent down to pick up the item.
"oh i'm really sorry (y/n), but your face is so close to mine, its really distracting." youngjae apologised, his face scrunched up cutely.
"how else am i going to help you put on your make-up." you sighed, as you attempted to layer his face with the foundation AGAIN.
this time, to your amazement, youngjae kept still, not moving a single bit, allowing you to swiftly finish up everything,
until you got to the lipstick.
you carefully placed the chalk on his lips, colouring his lips a deep pink.
stepping back to admire your work, you cringed at how bad the lipstick looked.
"wait-" you mumbled, moving in closer as you reached out a finger and moved it against his lip, spreading the gloss more evenly, but youngjae had to choose that moment to disrupt everything.
you let a small shriek escape your mouth as your finger went off his lips, staining his skin with lipstick.
"i'm sorry! your finger was on my lips and-" he muttered, his lips curling into a playful smile as he burst yet again into a mess of laughter.
taking a make-up removal wipe, you struggled to wipe off the stain as youngjae squirmed around under you, making you feel like you were about to stuff the tissue up his nose.
groaning, you looked around and your eyes landed on a small pair of scissors on the table.
snatching the scissors, you waved it in front of youngjae's face threateningly and warned, "i swear choi youngjae, if you don't stop moving, i'm going to cut your dress into pieces."
youngjae screamed as he wrapped his arms protectively around himself, hoping to provide protection for the dress he was wearing.
at times like this, you weren't sure how you fell in love with this crazy man.
