A fun chapter, kinda long because it's about you and Joonie. :)
The Makeup Master
Who would have known calling your boyfriend a day before your graduation to do your makeup would be a bad idea?
Not me, certainly not me.
If I did know, then that'd mean that I have some sort of sense and logic left in me.
Which I don't.
So here it is, a day before the graduation ceremony. I'm sitting anxiously in my old clothes, looking outside the window for my boyfriend, who, out of nowhere, wants to paint my face with makeup. Keep in mind that he has no clue about the different kinds of brushes, the concealers and foundation agenda, or even something as simple as lipstick.
"Heh!" Laughed the older sibling. He knew I had made a deal with the devil, and there was no turning back from this.
But do I regret it? Absolutely not. A bad makeup look can't ruin the time I spend with Namjoon. Never ever. I might over exaggerate and talk crap about his makeup skills, which we're about to discover, but I still love that guy to bits and trust him enough to do my funeral makeup as well.
Oh, sheesh, that got a little dark... didn't it?
"I don't know who to feel bad for, your face after what Namjoon does to it or Namjoon because I know for a fact that he won't get out alive after this." He snickered, slowly grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"Well..." I turned towards him, "you should feel sorry for yourself because you don't have a clue what I'm about to do to that gorgeous face of yours."
With a dramatic gulp, he turned on his heels and walked away without saying anything. The perfect kind of answer that I want when people get on my nerves; no answer. Just begone.
I decided to go and wait for Namjoon in my living room since I'm always in my room all the time. It always feels so foreign when I'm sitting in the living room for more than 30 minutes.
I wish I was being sarcastic.
"Oh, you followed me here?" B/N spoke, noticing my anticipating figure on the large couch.
"Yes, oh, what would I do without your presence, dear brother." I plead, fluttering my eyes at him. He almost went into contemplation mode before plopping down on the couch next to mine.
Luckily, the doorbell rang and interrupted us before we could have gone psycho over each other's almighty grace.
Time to get my face ruined.
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"What even is this spongy teardrop thingy?"
"That's a makeup sponge."
"And.... this scissor looking thing is clearly not a scissor..?"
"That– that's an eyelash curler."
"Can it seal mouths, too? It's shaped like that."
"Wanna try? Here, pass it to me."
".... no, I don't need an eyelash curler for that."
"You need a stapler. Is that what you're saying?"
"Y/N! Quit ruining the mood!"
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