You Were My Love

Scene 113 - Forget

It was the end of the week.

Jimin mentally went over all the daily routines he had conscientiously and faultlessly carried out over the last seven days.

Apple soft peeling gel.

That had been on Monday.

Bamboo charcoal mud pack wash-off had been on Tuesday.

Hae Wong bare chest.

Jimin frowned and focused harder.

What had been on Wednesday?

Think harder Jimin!! he scolded himself.

Wednesday had been ... black sebum clear pack peel-off mask.

And on Thursday, the egg white pore mask.

[I told you]

A tear escaped his eye.

He quickly and harshly wiped it off from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, and he choked a sob.

Jeju volcanic clay pack on Friday.

Refining mask the day before today.

[He's mine]

Jimin angrily wiped another tear before it could be shed.

His hands dropped to the rim of the sink, where they held hard for support.

His knuckles and nails turned white as he clenched tight at the thick porcelain.

His head bent lower and his shoulders rose to tension as he frowned.

His eyes shut so tight that tiny wrinkles appeared on his still beautiful, yet red, swollen eyelids.

Was his retina imprinted for ever with that image of a half-naked, contented Hae Wong, which had burnt itself in his eyes?

How was he going to erase that from his mind?

From his thoughts?

From his memory?

As more tears unwillingly escaped his soft eyes, he tried to even out his ragged breathing, attempting to remember and focus on the words his body conditioner would tell him while stretching at the end of each training session.

'Breathe deep.'

'Empty your mind when you exhale.'

It took him a couple of minutes to regain a calmer countenance. By then, the remains of his Sunday exfoliating and brightening mask were almost dried on the sides of his face.

Almost.

Darker, wetter streaks lined the clay where his tears had run.

With a calmer – yet not calm- mind, he meticulously washed off the last traces of the beauty pack.

Then he softly patted his skin dry, trying to rinse off his bitter feelings along with the mud that had covered his satin-soft skin.

He focused hard on keeping his mind empty of any hurtful image, focusing solely on each precise gesture of the layering of skin cares he used on his face.

After tapping lightly into his skin his snail-repair eye cream and his lip care with the padded tip of his fingers, he drew expert circular lines onto his face to apply his vitamin C 'effector' serum, before he finally skillfully spread his day moisturizer in studied movements.

He got dressed in his favorite ripped, tight-fit pair of jeans, and a dark blue silk dress shirt.

Then he went on to apply some light make up on his face using just touches of highlighter and a rather dark shade of eye shadow, before he dipped a finger in his lip balm and glossed his mouth over.