— "woo, be careful!"

— "you'll live."

in the moment, woonhak, does your makeup. it was probably not the best idea, cause you might have to suffer later.

and by suffer, i mean, he will take a whole bunch of photos and tease you with them later.

— "okay, so, what's the next step" the boy in front of you asks. "eyeshadow" you say, pointing at the palette. you already accepted it, so you might as well help him a little.

— "oh, that's gonna be fun" the smirk, that he tries to hide, is still visible.

— "i'm gonna punch you if you will do it unseriously" and you mean it. who wants to sit through the rough swipes of the brush? and then look like the next clown.

— "okay, okay, whatever" woonhak mumbles. "can i at least use colorful shades?" his question is answered with a little nod.

after some time, only the last step is left: lip gloss. he decided to not do the eyeliner, because he'll have to wait until midnight.

— "can i use this one?" he shows you the transparent lip gloss that you use frequently. "go ahead" you say.

he starts to apply it on your lips, it's noticeable that he tries harder. when he's finished he looks at you with a proud expression.

— "you know, i did a good job"

— "mhm, sure you did"

— "what the hell, i will ruin it now" he says, then he kisses your lips. it was just a quick peck, but it still caught you off guard. he keeps giving you a few kisses and then stops to say:

— "you lip gloss is not tasty."