Childish | Jungkook

Chapter 12

"Is this really necessary, guys?"

Everyone roared with laughter when Jungkook emerged out of the dressing room, wearing Snow White's dress, all dolled up, looking prettier than some of the female teachers, in all honesty. People were dying from cackling too much beside me but I stood there, staring at his face that looked softer (and more feminine) than ever. Not to brag, but my outfit and hair styling was perfect.

"I'm going crazy, what is this?" Hoseok yelled while chortling and walked up to the blushing princess to see him up close. Pointing at the red colored ribbon headband that adorned Jungkook's dark curly hair, he guffawed and exclaimed, "This is so cute, what the heck! You look so adorable!"

Everyone aww-ed and cooed, throwing in some compliments that made Jungkook even more flustered. After seeing him fumbling with his hair, I stepped in front of him and announced everyone to go to their positions and prepare for the play.

When they all scattered around the room, I turned back to Jungkook facing down, and took his hand in mine before walking to the dressing room. Everyone else was already done changing so it was only the two of us in that small room filled with mirrors and wooden chairs.

I made him sit down and then kneeled in front of him. His doe eyes looked into mine when I lifted his chin with my hand.

"Are you okay?" I asked carefully. I knew how he would act when flustered and judging from his actions just now, I could tell he was way too flustered. "We can always find someone else to do Snow White in your place. There are so many teachers here who-"

"I'm fine, Nain," he hushed me with his index finger on my lips that took me by surprise. The half-hearted smile of his caused my eyebrows to crash together. "You don't have to worry. I just felt a little embarrassed to be seen like this for the first time."

The blush on his cheeks was still present, and when he smiled wider, he really looked endearing and lovable.

My cheeks were starting heat up.

After clearing my throat, I gently brushed his warm cheek with my fingers, unintentionally making him flinch, and let out a small chuckle.

"Well, I don't think you need blush on your cheeks since they're this pink."

"You're making me even more flustered," he mumbled in embarrassment and held the other cheek, looking down at his red flats to escape my gaze.

I chuckled a little and stood up to grab my makeup kit that was laying on the vanity to finish my work with a flair. I actually wanted to paint his face for a long time ever since I started wearing makeup. Who knew that I would have him all to myself like this for a play?

"Okay," I huffed and pulled a chair to sit in front of him. "After I'm done with your makeup, you should not touch it, okay? Rub your face and I kick your ass, got it?"

He bit his lips to contain his laughter and nodded with a childish grin.

My assumption about his face being very pleasant to put on makeup was right. His skin was soft, so that was a plus when putting cream and powder on it. His doe eyes and big eyelids were so satisfying to put on eyeliner and eye shadow. 

But his lips were the best part.

Bouncing slightly every time I patted lipstick on it, his lips were so soft and velvety like a luscious cushion, and I couldn't tear my eyes off of them even after I finished painting it red.

"Nain."

My hand froze with lipstick between my fingers and I blinked repeatedly before meeting his intense gaze.