"Can I email this to the guys?"

     "What? Why?"

    "Because I wanna show them how awesome you look, now stop moving."

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       "Hey guys, today, like I promised, I will be doing a K-pop idol's makeup," I smiled at the camera. "But not any K-pop star. I would introduce him right now, but he decided right as I started the video to leave the room and go and raid my kitchen, so I'll be right back."

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      "You ready to get your makeup done?"

      "I'm ready to fucking eat."

      "We're going to dinner after this, but you won't be hungry if you don't stop stuffing your mouth!"

       "Fine."

        "Fine...ally," I grumbled, going through my makeup supplied while my boyfriend set the bag of shrimp chips aside.

        "Why is a big deal that you do my makeup, right before dinner too?"

      "Why is me putting makeup on you such a big deal? You get your makeup done almost everyday," I rolled my eyes, sorting my makeup.

      "It's not a big deal, I'm just curious!" Yoongi looked at the makeup in complete fear.

       "Stop getting defensive, you big baby," I smacked him on the arm.

      "I'm your big baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around my waist while putting his head on my back.

      "Your mood changes very fast," I stated. "When you first got here, you were tired and decided to sleep in my bed for half an hour, then you decided to raid my kitchen, and now you're over here distracting me," I intertwined our fingers with one hand while I tapped my chin with my other.

        "Maybe all I want to do is hang out with you~" he gave a cheeky smile, nuzzling his face in my shoulder.

      "Sit straight," I ordered, pushing his hair back when he sat next to me. Using about five hair clips, I was able to get every strand of bangs out of his face, but hold on. I also ran my hands through his hair a few times. "Your hair is so soft~~~"

       "I thought you were supposed to be doing my makeup, not acting like I'm an animal," Yoongi was eying the pils of products next to me.

      "I'm not acting like your an animal. I was just saying that your hair is soft," I rolled my eyes, leaning to the side to pick the foundation that matched his skin the best. It helped that him and I had about the same level of paleness.

       "It's also very dead," he pointed out. "I've dyed it millions of times."

       "I like your natural hair color," I poked him on the nose before starting on the makeup.

      "Can I do your makeup in revenge?" He chirped.

      "Why are you always do against me putting makeup on you? It's no different from your makeup artists."

       "I never said I was against it, I was just thinking it'd be fun to put makeup on you in return."

        "When are you planning on doing my makeup?" I stuck my tongue out in concentration, grabbing the eyeliner, which he was not impressed with.

       "Maybe one of the days we get to hang out together instead of just sitting on our asses," Yoongi backed away from me, and I sighed.

        "Stay still. I'm not going to hurt you," I hummed, thinking. "Or, you can back away and you won't get to give me any kisses-"

       He opened his mouth, but I went on, "-or cuddles."

      "Blackmail," he pouted childishly before scooting closer to me.

       "Can I email this to the guys?"

       "What? Why?"

       "Because I want to show them how awesome you look, now stop moving," I scolded at he started squirming away from the lip gloss I was trying to press against his lips. It wasn't even colored, it was just clear lip gloss to give his lips a softer look. I'm not a monster, sheesh.

        "They don't need to see me," he clicked his tongue.

        "They see you like this everyday, you look normal," I tsked, holding a mirror up since he didn't seem to believe me. "See, you look totally amazing."
 
       "It's been ages since someone put eyeliner on my lower lid," he admired himself and I grabbed his cheeks, pressing them together, "and you look so adorable!"

        "Ah, it just happens when you're the most handsome person," here comes his cocky side.

        "And I'm glad this 'most handsome person' hangs out with me," I let go of his cheeks. "Now shall we head to dinner?"