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“What are you doing?” Yoongi half-heartedly tries to bat Jimin away.
“It's just lip gloss. I promise your dick won't fall off.” For some reason he decided he should do Yoongi’s makeup and Yoongi didn’t have the strength to tell him to fuck off. His date is in an hour, there’s still some time but if he takes too long Yoongi is going to be late, and he’s a little nervous, and they are in Yoongi’s bathroom with Jimin’s usual arsenal of eyeshadow palettes and makeup brushes that he brings with him everywhere he goes. Yoongi has seen him sans makeup plenty of times, obviously, but off the top of his head he can’t remember when was the last time they hung out where Jimin didn’t wear at least lip gloss. He’s always been a makeup person. Yoongi had his guyliner phase too – back when he thought he’s gonna be a rapper – because everyone had a guyliner phase in 2013, but whatever Jimin is doing to his face is beyond his understanding. There’s eyebrow gel involved.
“If you make me look too girly I’m going to beat you up.”
“Uh-huh,” Jimin says as he reaches for a different makeup brush (this one smaller than the previous brush), seemingly nonplussed by the threat of physical violence.
“What’s even the point, he has already seen me without makeup.”
“The point is that I’m making you look really pretty.”
“I’m always pretty,” Yoongi bats his eyelashes.
“If you fidget too much I’m gonna accidentally stab you in the eye."
“Accidentally.”
After a few more minutes of Jimin doing things to Yoongi’s face he steps back to admire his handiwork. When Yoongi looks at himself in the mirror, he is… impressed, honestly. He’s wearing sparkly eyeshadow and subtle blush but it doesn’t look out of place on him. It works well with his outfit (skinny jeans that take ages to get out of, leather jacket over a plain white shirt, his usual getup). Yoongi looks hot. Well, he always looks hot, but today he looks extra hot, all thanks to Jimin.
“You actually did a pretty good job.”
“Duh. Now go and seduce him with your beauty or something.”
“Do you wanna die?”
“And don’t forget to take pictures!”
“Okay, okay.” Yoongi doesn’t take long to get his stuff and leave Jimin in tow, who watches him lock his door before pressing the elevator button.
“I really did a great job, didn’t I?”
“Yeah… Thanks.” Yoongi feels his face heat up.
“You’re always welcome, Yoongi-chi,” Jimin makes a kissy face at him and Yoongi lightly shoves him in response. They’ve done this a hundred times before.
His nerves don’t come back after they leave Yoongi’s apartment building and say bye to each other, and they don’t come back as Yoongi takes the bus to meet up with Seokjin.