I wanna get all dolled up with you.

Eight couldn’t believe he was doing this right now. Lipstick marks all over his face as he rubbed his cheek, the tingling sensation of your lips still there. He fought the urge to smile at it, watching you rush around to see which one fit best.

Eight and you were good friends, maybe a little more than friends… At least on his side, he had no clue whether or not you even gave half a shit about relationships, but it’s not like he would confess anytime soon. And so, being the great ‘friend’ he is, once you texted him over the phone you were struggling with something, he obviously rushed over to help you (despite the comfort of his bed). Although he didn’t know you were struggling over which lipstick shade looked the best, hell, he didn’t even know you were into makeup.

But it didn’t matter, you needed help deciding and Eight wasn’t going anywhere until you were done. He watched as you contemplated which shade to try next, sighing quietly to himself. “Are you almost done—“