It was the middle of the night when you carefully slid out of Jimin's arms, trying not to wake him up. Not being a particularly heavy sleeper, he opened one eye and looked at you as you got out of bed.

It was tempting to just grab you by your hips and pull you back in bed, but he contented himself with watching your silhouette walk out of the room. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes again, already looking forward to resuming the cuddling.

Despite the requests of keeping the lights off and not wanting to be completely naked, Jimin was happy that you trusted him enough to be intimate with him. He hoped that there would come a time when you'd feel more comfortable with yourself, he didn't hold it against you.

Your sitting back on the bed woke him up once more, he wasn't sure how long you'd been gone, but you were now wearing your pyjamas. After laying down, you turned on your side to look at him and were surprised to find out he was actually awake.

"Did you do your make-up?" his sleepy smile suddenly turned upside down and his eyebrows furrowed. He hadn't thought twice about what came out of his mouth because he was drowsy and instantly felt bad about pointing it out so boldly.

Shifting uncomfortably, you looked away without saying a word. You had indeed got up to cover your body and face, the thought that Jimin would see you in the morning worried you so much you couldn't sleep.

He held onto your arm when you went to turn your back to him.

"Aegi, you don't have to do this" he said and gulped, afraid he was about to ruin everything, but he couldn't just leave it at that comment.

"I told you, Jimin-ah. I don't want you to see more."

"We are in the dark" he pointed out, in fact you hadn't even got up to close the curtains.

"For now" you said stubbornly, that changed nothing. The problem was waking up in the morning.

"You don't have to be scared around me, you don't need all that" the more he said, the faster his heart beat in his chest. He was saying all the wrong things, all the things that would have made his blood boil when all he cared about was making others happy. It wasn't about him back then.

"You don't know what you are saying, Jimin-ah" your voice caught in your throat, his words were obviously affecting you and he could hear it.

Sweetly cupping your cheeks, he pecked you and then observed you. You really wanted to look away, this was too much and he was too close. He noticed as you breathed heavily, your full bottom lip parted and tempting. Biting his own lip, he looked in your eyes intently.

"I fell for those eyes first thing and you didn't need any make-up to get my attention."

"Jimin...what are you talking about?" your shaky voice denoted how scary and confusing his words were. How could he have seen you without any? You'd always met him all spruced up. Or...maybe not.

Your blood ran cold at the realization.

"Your hair was up in a high ponytail, out of your face and leaving me to focus on your eyes. There was nothing pretentious about you, but even in joggers I couldn't help but check you out" he chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed that he couldn't help himself.

"Jimi-" he put his index finger over your mouth and smiled amused.

"Just listen to me."

"Then you opened your mouth to talk back to me, do you know how long I'd been hoping for that?"

"Jimin, are you having a stroke?" you questioned him, taking his hand off your face.

He had gone silent, needing a moment to gather his thoughts. His failed attempts at meeting someone that didn't treat him like he was the best and most interesting person that ever lived flashed through his eyes.

"Aegi, believe me when I say I love the way you look all dolled up, but I've never been more struck than when I first saw you. Barefaced, tied hair and with your airport fit" you were speechless at his words, he was completely serious and it made you feel...strange.

People praised your looks, told you they envied the way you knew how to apply make-up, how to hold yourself, how to dress perfectly. You'd helped your girl friends in the past to bring out all their best qualities and they had all been in awe.

You just knew how to get each of your clients, what they needed and how to work with what they had. All you did was sell their best image to them, show them just how good they were, not you. At some point you even considered becoming an image consultant just because you truly were trained for this from a young age.

This man right here, however, he saw your puffy face, your greasy hair you put up because you hadn't showered, your most unflattering clothes and he focused on the dumb shit you nervously said without thinking. This was unreal, he really was incoherent to you.

"Even though I really want to see you naked" he started with a playful smirk and you shoved his arm in protest blushing bright red, "all I ask is you just take your make-up off, for me."

You took a deep breath, ready to contradict him, but you noticed how he was holding his breath, nervously biting on the inside of his lip and looking at you pleading with his eyes expectantly. Sighing instead, you got up from the bed and walked back to the bathroom.

A long time passed before Jimin got up from the bed and went looking for you. He found you sitting on the toilet, seemingly staring at your reflection in the mirror over the sink with wide eyes.

In reality, your thoughts were running wild in your head and that's all you saw now, after having looked at yourself for far too long.

Jimin knelt in front of you and grabbed the little sponge and the bottle of remover you were holding in each hand. Putting them to the side, he took your hand and tried to get you to look at him.

"Look at yourself in my eyes, not in the mirror" he said with a small smile and the softest gaze. It was comforting, reassuring. Standing up, he turned around and you saw him take it down and place it in the hallway facing the wall.

"It's gone" he announced walking back in with you and waiting for some sort of reaction. You were frozen in place, but your eyes moved as you observed how he sat on the edge of the tub next to you.

Picking up the tiny sponge he had set aside and pouring some of the cream on it, he made eye contact. You could have sworn he was just as scared as you were by the look in his eyes.

"Can I wipe it off for you?" Jimin offered softly, hoping you'd actually go through with this and hadn't just pretended you would to get him off your back. He held his hands up at the ready.

"Take them away" you muttered looking him in the eye and his heart sank. The expression on his face immediately reflected how hurt he was.

He knew it was you who didn't want to be seen, yet he couldn't help but feel like you didn't trust him enough.

"The mirrors, Jiminie. Throw them out" you hurried to clarify when he looked dejected and his eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet and got to work immediately. 

You waited silently as he took care of everything, taking each cursed mirror off the wall and then carrying them out of your apartment, down and out on the street for good measure.

Without even taking his jacket off at the door once he was done, he hurried back to you.

"Very attractive, Mr. Park" you teased him as he was wearing his jeans and just his leather jacket over his skin. Being too preoccupied with his mission, he hadn't bothered to properly change.

He chuckled, pulled the zipper of the jacket down and opened it shamelessly so that it barely fell from his shoulders. His giggling couldn't be helped as you stared at him in shock.

"Surely that's a better view?" he commented feeling overly confident as he remembered how you had enjoyed feeling his torso all over earlier that night.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" you warned him and he laughed airily.

As his body shook with laughter, one of the sleeves fell off his shoulder and you quickly pulled it up and over it. Jimin stopped abruptly to observe the gesture and looked up at you confused.

"Everyone knows that's not an accident" you pointed out and he burst out laughing not expecting that answer.

You continued to goof around as Jimin began to gently clean your face. Making you laugh seemed to make the experience less traumatic for you, so he kept it up.

Even if he felt ridiculous, with his messy clothes he threw on in a hurry and his bed-hair sticking out in every direction, he didn't care, he didn't stop to think much about it like he normally would.

You fell silent when he finished and looked at you carefully. His smile grew progressively wider as he registered your beautiful, naturally soft features after so long.

At least until you self-consciously covered your face in embarrassment. Were you really that hard to look at that he couldn't look away?

"Jimin-ah, stop staring!" you whined and he smiled amused. He held onto your wrists and playfully tried to get your hands away from your face as you squealed.

You resisted until your weak muscles couldn't take it and you let your arms fall on your lap defeated.

He kissed your face all over when he saw you pouting, just to change your expression, and soon enough he had you giggling once more at the ticklish feeling.

All he wanted was for you to relax, to not worry, even if for a minute or two. You were beautiful as you were, but that's not what you wanted to hear from him.

Not long after, you were back in bed. Jimin held you protectively against him in a back hug, as if trying to make up for all the darkness inside of you.

Being familiar with what your internal struggle was like, keeping everything in the dark on the outside was honestly the least of his worries.

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