Seokjin blushed as Namjoon’s faced ghosted over his. With careful hands, Namjoon cupped Jin’s chin, and with the other, he applied a light, yet shimmery coating of lip gloss onto his lips. Once he was finished he pulled away, then held up a small compact mirror.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked.

Jin opened his eyes. His mouth fell open, releasing a soft gasp. He felt like he was staring at an entirely different person. No, he knew the person in the mirror was different. This person had a flawless porcelain complexion, big brown doe eyes lined with black liner, copper-gold eyeshadow highlighted the lids, and soft heart shaped lips that looked almost kissable (at least to Namjoon’s opinion).

Jin continued to gape at his own reflection. is this me?

Almost as if he could read his mind, Namjoon’s lips quirked into a grin as he said, “you better believe it. This is you; y and fierce. I’d be damned if you couldn’t turn a few heads.”

The dolled up man continued to stare at the artist in bewilderment. “But, I’m not any of those. I’m not y and I’m not fierce. I’m just...me.

“Someone who’s worth it.” Namjoon sighed. “I’ve done makeup for all kinds of people, but believe me when I say this; You’re probably the first person I’ve met who doesn’t need makeup to look beautiful.”