As you climbed into bed after doing everything you normally did before going to sleep at night, which was mostly just everything you were too lazy to do during day including taking your makeup off, you sighed heavily.

J, feeling your irritation and just had mood in general, doesn't say anything. He just lays there shirtless in the bed with his hands resting on his stomach and fingers playing with themselves. Once he stops staring at the ceiling and actually looks at you, he narrows his eyes slightly.

Of course he's seen you without makeup, it was just every now and then that he actually realized it and right now just so happened to be one of those times. You looked more young without makeup and yes, J was already aware that you were young but your face just looked.. more soft.

He secretly wished he could look like that without his makeup on.