luhan is jongin's makeup artist
there is a new makeup artist at the studio and jongin is not too sure if he likes him.
three weeks later, and jongin is still not sure whether he likes luhan.
luhan's chattering a mile a minute, spilling out his entire life story as he works the bronzer over jongin's cheeks, making his cheekbones so sharp they can cut through glass. "and then sehun, that bitch, decided to put pink hair dye into my shampoo, and that's how i ended up with this terrible pink hair!"
he flips his shocking pink bangs to illustrate his point and jongin thinks that the pink actually accentuates his features, draws attention to the much too good looking face. when luhan had first been assigned to jongin, jongin mistook the makeup artist for one of his fellow idols. he casually asked about luhan's entertainment company, and luhan had laughed too loudly and then proceeded to poke a mascara wand into jongin's eye.
luhan pulls back to scrutinize jongin and jongin straightens his back instinctively, feeling like a cowering student in front of his too strict history teacher.
"needs more gloss," luhan chirps, waving a tube of Cherrylicious lipgloss around. "your lips are too pale."
and before jongin can register anything luhan has leaned down and pressed his lips against him, a sheen of gloss sticky and warm between them.
luhan pulls away, looking too self satisfied and smiles.
"i think that's counter productive," jongin manages to choke out after three seconds of just blinking and letting out his breath slowly. do not scream. do not cry. do not let melting brain goo ooze out of ears.
"shut up, i'm the makeup artist here."
"i will sue," jongin says without bite, even as he lets his fingers fall against luhan's arm, curling and pressing white marks into luhan's skin. "sexual harassment and whatnot."
luhan laughs. jongin laughs with him even as he feels his heart being pulled away from him.
luhan is lucky to have a face that lets him get away with murder.
three weeks later, and jongin is still not sure whether he likes luhan.
luhan's chattering a mile a minute, spilling out his entire life story as he works the bronzer over jongin's cheeks, making his cheekbones so sharp they can cut through glass. "and then sehun, that bitch, decided to put pink hair dye into my shampoo, and that's how i ended up with this terrible pink hair!"
he flips his shocking pink bangs to illustrate his point and jongin thinks that the pink actually accentuates his features, draws attention to the much too good looking face. when luhan had first been assigned to jongin, jongin mistook the makeup artist for one of his fellow idols. he casually asked about luhan's entertainment company, and luhan had laughed too loudly and then proceeded to poke a mascara wand into jongin's eye.
luhan pulls back to scrutinize jongin and jongin straightens his back instinctively, feeling like a cowering student in front of his too strict history teacher.
"needs more gloss," luhan chirps, waving a tube of Cherrylicious lipgloss around. "your lips are too pale."
and before jongin can register anything luhan has leaned down and pressed his lips against him, a sheen of gloss sticky and warm between them.
luhan pulls away, looking too self satisfied and smiles.
"i think that's counter productive," jongin manages to choke out after three seconds of just blinking and letting out his breath slowly. do not scream. do not cry. do not let melting brain goo ooze out of ears.
"shut up, i'm the makeup artist here."
"i will sue," jongin says without bite, even as he lets his fingers fall against luhan's arm, curling and pressing white marks into luhan's skin. "sexual harassment and whatnot."
luhan laughs. jongin laughs with him even as he feels his heart being pulled away from him.
luhan is lucky to have a face that lets him get away with murder.