Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 67: Compliments

"You have such perfect features," I whisper as I carefully touch the edge of his closed eyelid with the tip of the brush packed with brown shadow.
"Oh, you're paying attention to my features now?" He replies, resulting in me tapping his forehead with the back of the brush to quit him from moving. "Ow, okay okay."
"Just...take the compliment," I murmur, my eyes and hands focused on applying a beautiful gold to his inner corners. Finally drawing back, I release a held in breath while admiring my work. "Beautiful. Now for your lips."
"Wow, what? I didn't sign up for that," he says as I pick a light red tint perfect for the look I was going for.
I scoff at his stupidity. "Shut up and part your lips a bit," I instruct, going back over to him to find his lips pressed together while shaking his head no. I sigh at his behavior. "Min Yoongi, it's not like I'm gonna kiss you for crying out loud," I say as I gently swirl my finger on the surface of the product.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I hear him whisper, allowing my head to shoot up.
"What?" I reply.
"N-never mind," is all he says before leaning forward again and showing his lips to me annoyingly.
"See? God, that wasn't so hard, right?" I tease as I bow my head a bit so I stood at his height. From there, I slowly raising my hand and gently begin to pack the tint onto the perfect spots of his round lips. "Damn, all you boys have perfect lips. Any color would look good on you," I click my tongue, jealous of his natural born look.
"That's not true," he whispers so his lip movement was minimal. "I should do makeup on you sometime," he smiles, allowing my finger to naturally lift at the sudden move of his lips.
"I barely wear any makeup and your skin tone is lighter than mine," I reply, about to continue applying the tint when his hand grabs my wrist.
I find myself getting lost in his eyes as he takes the tint from my hand and begins to slowly rub his own finger in the product. From there, he raises it up to my lips where he softly taps the color on.
     "Y'know, you're lips are perfect too," he hums, his breath brushing against my bottom lip that was currently being applied with red tint. "They're plump and full of color unlike most girls."
     "And you would know," I point out as he begins my top lip.
     "Yes, I would know," he replies in almost a sarcastic and annoyed tone. Once he finished, he admired his work for afar before stepping out of the way so I could see my reflection in the mirror.
     I couldn't lie, I looked pretty good in the color that we were now both wearing. "I like the look you gave me," he says, gently smiling at his reflection while I still took in my own. "Now it's your turn," he says with a grin before marching out of the bathroom and back to his closet.
     I let out a quiet groan at the deal I had made with him in the car. "Not going to lie, I'm kinda excited cause guys tend to wear baggier clothes," I begin to say as I exit the bathroom as well only to find him holding up an outfit. I scan the white sweatshirt with black flames on the bottom, black sweatpants with a checkered design along either side, and a pair of white Gucci shoes that were surely going to be too big for me. "I stand corrected."
     "Oh, come on. It's all super comfortable and it'll be too big anyways which don't girls love wearing guy's clothes?" He asks, slowly shaking the hangers my way while shooting me raised eyebrows in an attempt to try and convince me.
     I heave a long sigh. "Right, what jewelry?" I ask, going over to him and taking the hangers into my own hands.
     "A few chains and I'll try to find a pair of earrings for you. Also a few rings," he replies, going over to his collection where he ponders the thought. "Oh, you're also wearing a bandana." I lift my head at his words just as he tosses a white one my way.
     "Alright, here I go!" I announce, going back into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.
     I examine the chosen clothes, actually finding them comfortable looking now that I looked closer. "Right," I sigh, taking the sweatshirt and pulling it over my present shirt. Pushing my arms through the sleeves, I, not surprisingly, find it too large but super comfortable like he said.
     'It's Burberry,' I think, examining the tag before going to the sweatpants. 'I'm keeping my leggings on. There's no way.'
     Pulling them up, I untie the string and pull it tighter so it hugged my slim waist. My shoes were replaced with the ones that he gave and I managed to tie the bandana over my forehead, making sure to leave a few strands out seeing how I didn't have too many bangs to show. My hair is let down, hovering over my shoulders and I pull the hood over my head.
     I didn't even look at my appearance, not wanting to know how I looked. Unlocking the door, I slowly ease my way out to find him waiting on the bed with jewelry hung on his arms and in his palms.