makeup artist | jongin ✔

♪ 11 ♪

After a nice afternoon shower, Tehun gets out of the bathroom – toweling her wet hair. She’s been enjoying the morning sleeps so far in this so called break. It helps her get her mind off works. Talking about works..

“Hey, I hope you’re still sane.” The woman lying on the couch speaks groggily. “We’ll be leaving in thirty minutes.”

“The boys are almost done in rehearsal.” Junho adds in for Minsu as he paces around the fridge for a bottle of water. His eyes are tired to look – heavy of dark circles. “They’re in for another autograph session.”

“It’s not me you should worry about.” Tehun yells from her room. She needs to get dressed quick. As much as she loves the break, it’s done for now. “It’s you!”

“I’m as good as a sharp shooter!”

“Yeah, let’s just hope you don’t mess up and give the boys homeless outfits...” The old man walks pass the sleepy figure and kicks the couch.

“Same as you! Eh, Hunna! Expect the boys to have scary hair!!”

“And expect me to give them the granny makeups!” She giggles in between her statement. She then walks out of her room and places her hands on her hips. “Okay, is this good enough?”

“Sure...” says Junho hesitantly with a blank look in his face. “It’s nothing different. At all.”

She scoffs in reply as she fixes her baseball cap. She has her blue striped oversized t–shirt along with the cap. Her blue jeans stay above her ankles. It’s always been like this actually. She’s a big fan of baseballs. In fact, she loves it. “Let’s just go! Come on! I’m done!”

“If you say so.. ” He creases his eyebrows.

All of them then leave the apartment and climb onto to the van. They settle themselves in a comfortable spot and focus. Talking about their jobs, they arrange the settings for the boys – how the hair, the outfits and the looks should be.

“Look, hyung said we have to go for the kind looks.” Junho explains after he answered a call from their co–workers. “But ‘Overdose’ style.”

“Oh, I know what to do.” Minsu quickly replies as she clicks her tongue. “Piece of cake.”

“Okay... Wait. Should I give Jongin the.. crazy mofo–”

“No! Kind! Just keep the mascara away from his eyes.” He cuts Tehun off. “I’m going to keep his hair down.”

She holds her laugh – trying to look serious. Of course, she knows what has to be done. She’s just trolling with him like always.

“Now, stop talking about that for moment!” Her colleague interferes. “Last night was awesome!”

“Yeah?” Junho lets out a questioning chuckle as he steadies his eyes on the road.

“I don’t remember much perchance, but I know one thing for sure.” She smiles proudly. “I felt good. Partying.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t throw up.” Tehun yawns. “After all of those shots of tequila.”

“Hey, I don’t usually get drunk, Hun.” She points out plainly. “But when I do, I don’t.”

“What!?” The old man screeches. The van goes sideways for a split second due to the surprise.

“What what? It’s how it works.”

“Your choice of words.. Minsu... It never fails to surprise me.” Junho relaxes in his seat again – his hands turning the steering while downshifting. They’re near the area in just a few more turns.