the 61st hunger games • chanbaek

pt. 4

baekhyun was certain he didn't have any skin by the time the stylists had finished waxing and scrubbing vigorously at his skin.

he was then left alone with just a robe over his burning skin, then a male around his height entered. his outfit was silk and velvet, clearly expensive and the makeup on his face wasn't as much as the other unfamiliar faces he'd encountered but it was still so much from what he was used to.

"i'm jongdae, i'm your main stylist." he announced, pride gathered all over his expression as he said his job.

baekhyun didn't know what to say, he just stared in response, giving a small nod.

he watched his stylist sigh at the sight of him, baekhyun wasn't so sure on how he looked at the moment. probably pathetic compared to the other tributes, he was curled into himself slightly, still worried and on edge on what was happening; it was all too unfamiliar.

"take that off." his stylist motioned to the robe and baekhyun felt like shaking his head, it was all he had on. they'd took his old clothes, the last piece of home he had was gone now.

he let it drop by his ankles and his stylist didn't see barely phased at the sight of his body, he only cared about the clothes he had made just for this year games.

"god, they've not gave me much to work with." he mumbled, pinching the little amount of skin on baekhyun's side.

baekhyun moved forward slightly from shock, he was so rude, baekhyun didn't know what to even say. he barely spoke to him like he was human at all, it was as if he was some object, who's only job was to be shown in the eyes of the capitol.

after that, jongdae began to poke at his face with different brushes and utensils and baekhyun gladly let him, the opening ceremony was in an hour anyway and he didn't think he had the time to say no to something or mention how offended he was.

baekhyun was eager to get dressed quickly, the opening ceremony meant he'd see other tributes, he'd finally get to see chanyeol.

he wondered if the tall boy knew he was here too. there was a possibility that he didn't watch the announcement on the television screen.

"last year, i was with district 10," jongdae sparked up a conversation, "what are they for again? animals? something like that?"

baekhyun figured he wanted a response, "livestock."

"oh right, it's the same thing, i suppose." jongdae replied bluntly, his eyes focused on the makeup brush on baekhyun's skin. "i thought a meat dress would be quite comical," he snorted, "but it didn't get approved that year."

baekhyun didn't know what to say. he didn't understand why his stylist was making a joke out of it. dressing up the tributes for their death seemed funny to him.

"you don't talk much." jongdae sighed slightly.

"sorry." baekhyun mumbled quietly. "i'm still getting used to everything."

"do you like fashion? you're from district 8," his stylist tried to spark up another topic of conversation. "is there lots of clothes to pick from?"

baekhyun was at a lost for words. "not really, it all gets sent to the capitol."

"ah," jongdae beamed in admiration, "you must be so proud then."

baekhyun furrowed his brows when jongdae turned his back to him, "why?"

"well, everyone will be wearing something that came from district 8." he turned back around with the outfit in his hand, "stand up."

baekhyun stood still as his stylist pulled the outfit over him. he looked down at it, it was different kinds of fabrics poorly stitched together. he looked like a patch work doll; practically drowning in the fabric, some parts of his pale skin showing through the poor patchwork.