Allowing Taehyung to have his way with him when it came to his beauty routine was an occurrence that only happened roughly twice a year. A special treat that the other completely relished in, taking his time and making absolutely sure to bring out every single one of his friends best qualities.
It started with him practically dragging Seokjin into his own room, rummaging through the tiny closet until he found the jeans tucked away at the back, halfway hidden beneath a stack of old hoodies. Almost as if Seokjin wished to forget about them, but didn't actually want to follow through with the act of throwing them out. Probably because despite the view that stared back at him whenever he glanced in the mirror, they made his already impossibly long legs look like they went on forever. Accentuated the gentle curve of his hips and the swell of his backside. Put his thighs on display and added a focal point to distract away from the vision that was his face.
One of the many benefits of being friends with Taehyung - and being, despite the width of his shoulders, slightly smaller in height and definitely smaller in build - was that his entire closet was pretty much always available. Once upon a time, their apartment had been comprised of three bedrooms. Until Taehyung had decided to convert the smallest into a walk in closet, providing what should have been plenty of space for the massive piles of clothes he had collected. Only soon it had been filled to the brim, just like the one in his actual room, and he was back to practically begging Seokjin to store things under his bed.
"So I know it's not really you -" There were air quotes around the word you as he stepped away from one of the racks, walking over to where Seokjin was perched on the lone chair. "- but it's an absolute classic. Pair it with those jeans and no one is going to be able to resist you."
In his hands were a plain, fresh white tee shirt that had probably never even been worn, and a black leather jacket, the zip slightly off center. Even he had to admit that it would make a pretty nice combination if it were worn on absolutely anyone who wasn't him.
"Taehyung -" He began, staring at the jeans he currently held in his lap, glancing up as if trying to imagine himself ever actually wearing such an outfit.
"You're gonna look gorgeous, Jinnie. Now, stop whining and let me do your hair and makeup."
Whatever protest he might have had fell to the waste side. Really, he had lost the right to them the moment he had agreed. But as he sat there, letting Taehyung style his jet black hair, listening to him go on and on about how devastating he would look as a blond - or maybe pink, a soft, baby pink would suit him - they welled up inside of him. Worry after insecurity that he was never going to get rid of.
They were never going away.
...
"Damn." Taehying always carried this slightly smug look upon his face. Not necessarily like he thought that he was better than anyone else, but simply like he had thought of a joke that was so clever no one else would be able to get the brilliance of it. But right now he looked like he had just proven that the moon its self was made out of cheese, therefore proving every single person in the world wrong.
"I look ridiculous." He looked amazing. Those jeans hugged every twist and turn of his body, highlighted all of his assets and put them on display. The shirt was just a bit too big, so it flare out around his waist, giving away the illusion that it wasn't as impossibly tiny as it truly was. Add to it the bulk of the jacket evening out the flow of his shoulders downwards, and the line of his body actually looked somewhat attractive.
"You look like someone who's about to get himself a sugar daddy." Taehyung added with a soft laugh, reaching out to gently run his thumb above his lips, swiping away some stray gloss that had slipped out of place. His dark eyes were rimmed with a deep coal, bringing out the flecks of gold that shimmered within them. His skin tone had been evened out with little bits of foundation and concealer. And his lips had been covered in a pearly pink gloss, making them appear even fuller and softer, like they were begging to be kissed.
And really, he guessed they were.
"Can you not? Besides, no one there is going to be able to afford me."
"That's what I like to hear." There was that confident Seokjin they all knew and loved. "Come on then. Let's go find you prince charming."
Only with his luck his prince charming was trapped somewhere, having been transformed into a frog and not even true loves kiss was going to bring him back.
