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"Hey baby, that package came in— Jungkook?"
Said boy's head shot up from the acrylic drawer he had been rummaging through, eyes wide as he stared at the owner of the voice. Jungkook had been crouched down on his haunches, making him appear shorter than the large dresser he was in front of.
Jimin couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of his lips witnessing the way Jungkook's eyes lit up and he stood straight in the blink of an eye. Hearing things like this always brought a childish sort of giddiness to Jungkook and it only warmed Jimin up further.
"Really? Finally!" Jungkook cried out, scurrying over to the elder male and throwing his arms around him in a dramatic sort of hug. The package in Jimin's hands was nicely squished between them, putting a barrier so they weren't flushed against each other, something Jimin takes a quick disliking to.
He's been at work all day, the tie that had been neatly done around his neck strewn open across his dress shirt and hair a ruffled mess from soft fingers running through the locks in exasperation every time some nervous intern came into his office looking to tell the CEO of their fuckups for that day. Jimin was a pretty well respected man, tired as all fuck with the eyebags to prove it,
but
still respected. So coming back to the spacious condo of his and being met with his cute baby was all he wanted since the moment he left the place this morning.
Jungkook pulled back from the mostly one-sided hug and took the package from Jimin's hands, hurrying over to their king-sized bed and flopping right down onto it. He'd been waiting for this package for three weeks, usually Jimin would sneak in the extra money to get the express shipping. But Jungkook insisted on getting this himself, using the allowance Jimin gives him every couple of weeks and whatever else he makes himself. He could stay home for a few days instead of going out to eat, he thinks.
Jungkook waits till Jimin has sat down beside him on the bed, it dipping with his weight as he shifts till his legs dangle off the edge and he supports himself by leaning back on his elbows. Jungkook would be all too tempted to crawl into the inviting lap if he weren't breaking the cardboard of the box to get to the contents.
And inside is a plethora of MAC products he had ordered; a few of the single shadows, some powders, and a hell of a lot of brushes— Jungkook really hadn't planned on buying so much shit, but just glancing at the site had him doubling over and clicking Add to Cart for so many of the items. He couldn't stop himself. Jungkook was a weak man.
"Well, damn... If you were gonna buy so much, I would've paid."
Jungkook turned to glance over to Jimin, who had began to take out the items one by one to glance at them as if he would magically gain the knowledge to understand what it was all meant for. Sure, he listened to Jungkook's incessant rambling on about makeup as a courtesy boyfriend would, and he easily watched the young man's videos that he regularly liked to upload for the rather large following he had. A hoard of fangirls and boys alike who just loved the way he applied the makeup, a new look and style every video with a fuckton of products that his '
I swear he isn't even that rich
' rich boyfriend bought for him regularly. Like a sugar daddy, some commenters liked to say and Jimin would mock that they weren't incorrect.
But the names still flew right over his head— though he was sure if need be it, he'd be able to do something with the makeup.
"I said," Jungkook started, snatching one of the single eyeshadows away from Jimin's hands and looking to the shade name, '
Wedge
'. Ah, the one he was looking for— "I wanted to buy it myself this time, hyung. And it isn't like I'm suddenly going rogue and buying my own shit. I still want that one shirt we saw—"
"Already bought and ordered."
"Oh— thanks." Jungkook just narrowed his eyes before going back and putting aside some more products. There was a liquid foundation in the bundle he had bought on a whim, he being very loyal to his cushions. A subscriber had asked if he could try different foundations, since Jungkook uses the same ones every single fucking day and he said why not? If it's for a review, he can step out of his comfort zone for a second.
"You gonna film now?" Jimin asked, his eyes wandering over to the large vanity desk in the corner of the room— there were already products strewn across the tabletop and the camera that was perfectly set up on its tripod. All that was needed was for the lights to be turned on and Jungkook to sit his ass down.
Jungkook nodded once, twice, and stood up once he had all the things he needed from the box. As if on instinct, Jimin stood as well and sat down in the extra chair nicely situated off to the side of the vanity. He liked to watch Jungkook as he filmed, it was interesting to take a look behind the scenes that the viewers don't get to see and to look at the raw Jungkook putting on the makeup instead of the incessantly lighted, brightened, and perfected Jungkook— or Kookie, as his viewers call him— in the videos.
He liked watching his boyfriend figure out just what he would like to do today, by sitting at his vanity and looking through the drawers upon drawers while surfing through other tutorials for inspiration. Jungkook looked so focused, he always did when it came to things like this. Makeup was his art, though he did draw and paint and that's what he did in university, he chose to do this instead. Jimin liked watching that transition, from a boy who was all too nervous to even put on BB cream so he wouldn't get judged for the acne and scars that Jimin found beautiful, to the overtly confident young man who needs at the very least foundation and eyeliner to go to the store downstairs.
It was interesting to Jimin, because he grew up thinking boys couldn't wear makeup. It was a girls thing, he thought all the way to adulthood. And then he meets Jungkook, who tells him that makeup can be for anyone and everyone alike. "
If you like it, then do it. People will judge but— when you love something a lot, the judgement goes away in your head.
"
——
"Jimin, which one?"
"Which one what?"
Jimin spoke before he even looked to Jungkook, who had turned away from his camera and was looking right at him.
He had his bangs clipped back away from his face with a few bobby pins and had about half his base makeup finished; primer, foundation, and concealer.
God, he was so cute
. "Should I use a more pinky peach blush or a more apricot one?"
They stared at each other for a good minute before Jimin stood up, completely dumbfounded by the question as he walked on over into frame, bending down so he can look over Jungkook's shoulder.
"Show me the blushes because I have no fucking clue what any of that meant." Jungkook snickered to himself, putting the two cream blushers he was thinking of using off to the side for Jimin to look at as he reached for a liquid highlighter. This one seemed pearly in tone, so he put some on the back of his hand and used a sponge to press it on his face gently, looking into the mirror he had set up beside him.
Jimin lifted the two blush compacts and stared at them intently. He could tell that one was more pink than the other, and one had a more brown colour...
but still pink. Hmm...
"This one," Jimin began, holding the pinker one out for Jungkook to grab, who had moved onto to his eyes. The way he does his videos is mostly voiceovers that he adds in while editing, but sometimes if Jimin comes into the shot and they have a nice back and forth, he puts that audio in as well. The viewers adore their relationship, find it to be adorable and cute. It wasn't for exploitation purposes, contrary to what Jimin likes to babble on about.
"Thanks, hyung!" Taking the compact back, Jungkook took to dipping his sponge into it. He rubbed some of the excess product onto the back of his hand before dabbing it onto the apples of his cheeks. He went through till right before the sides of his nose to create a deeper looking flush; one that mimicked pure school girls after their crush noticed them in the halls.
The blush had some shimmer to it as well, working well with the overall glow that Jungkook was hoping to achieve. He smiled over to Jimin when he went back to sit down and happily returned to working on his eyes.
The makeup was never hard to do or much of a hassle, it was always so much fun for Jungkook to put on. He felt beautiful and empowered wearing makeup— like he was embracing himself rather than covering up like so many people think makeup is meant for. Because of course they think that, thinking only self-conscious people wore makeup. It was the craft that he enjoyed, and he appreciated that Jimin could understand this as well. He'd been afraid the first time he met with Jimin and he wore makeup.
It wasn't anything dramatic, just a bit of brownish-pink eyeshadow and eyeliner with a bit of lip tint. He paired the look with a cropped black t-shirt and skinny jeans. Very toned down to what he could potentially wear to a coffee date with a hot stranger he bumped into on his way to class one day. But all Jimin did was say he looked really cute, and they went about their date with no problems.
So Jungkook always secretly wishes there were more people like Jimin in that world— or that he had met Jimin when he was younger. So he would've had someone nice to negate the people at his school.
Jungkook was 22 now, finished university and did makeup tutorials for a living mostly. He was a lucky case of boys who like makeup and get to do it without harassment. He had a supportive boyfriend—sugar daddy, whatever— and audience, isn't that all he could wish for?
——
Friday rolls around slower than usual, maybe Jimin's been busier than he thought.
Yeah, he's been really busy. Only gone home twice in the whole week and both times had been at 4 in the morning to shower. It's been rough but what can he do? Jimin chose to inherit his father's business early instead of like every other heir did when their dad dies. When the company is going through shit, it's mostly Jimin going through the shit and taking it out on the chief execs and his assistants. Stressed Jimin isn't a nice Jimin.
But thank the lord, Friday
.
The day where it couldn't have been earlier than 10pm, and the entire floor for his office was dead quite excluding Jimin's occasional grunts and the typing the clerk did at her desk in front of his door.
But soon enough, there was chatter coming from the other side of the door. A melodious laugh he could hear and recognise from a mile away and he knew who it was just from that laugh.
The laugh alone brought life to Jimin's rather lifeless vessel, and the second his door opened and in walked the owner to the laugh, it was as if he had just gotten 10 hours of sleep and drank four shots of espresso.
"I brought food."
"And?"
"Myself?"
"Bingo— come here, baby boy."
And it must've taken 0.5 seconds for the two white bags filled with tupperware to be dropped on the large mahogany desk and for Jungkook to round the table before he was clambering into Jimin's inviting lap and a tangle of limbs to commence.
'
I missed you
's were exchanged breathlessly and neither one knew who was saying what, but it didn't matter— not when Jimin finally could bask in Jungkook's warm presence. Feel the strong thighs clamp down on either side of his own to keep from falling, the arms wound around his neck and the messy obsidian head of hair to tickle his jaw and cheek and neck and nose and—
fuck
, Jimin has really missed this.
They've been apart for longer. Times where Jimin went on business trips for weeks on end, and all they had were late night calls and Skype sessions—things that always turned into phone and video call sex, but neither complained when orgasms were involved— and a whispered '
I love you
' when one of them would fall asleep first.
It was different though. Jungkook could barely come because he was so busy, he had his art commissions to do. The only side job he had, aside from the random favour to do someone's makeup for an event. He'd been pushing the commisions off for a month now, and they had been due this morning— Jimin should ask if he got them to the guy on time. Jimin should ask a lot of this.
But alas, he was too caught up in feeling Jungkook up. Nimble fingers trailing up and down his lover's back with intent to sooth. But sensing just how easily Jungkook was leaning into the touch, his body betraying any thought he had to simply come and eat and Jimin couldn't refrain from letting his lips quirk up into a smirk.
"Did baby boy miss me? Did he miss daddy?"
The tone was soft, hushed mumbles and mostly consisted of Jimin's breath fanning over the shell of Jungkook's ear so he was the only one who'd ever hear, as if they weren't practically alone in the whole building. The shudder down the boy's spine was evident, Jimin's pointer finger trailing down the dip right along the middle of his back and he thanked the heavens above that Jungkook decided to just wear a simple white t-shirt. All too big for his broad frame but Jimin could still feel every bump and dip with familiarity.
"Yes," Jungkook's voice is airy, it always got like this when he was worked up. It'd be an octave or two higher with laboured breaths interrupting him, "baby missed daddy a lot— so so much."
That's what Jimin liked to hear. Nodding, he dipped his head forward and took to nosing along the side of Jungkook's neck, lips brushing along spots of interest, specific places he knew if he were to just sink his teeth into right now, he'd make Jungkook a squirming mess in his lap right then and there. "Good boy. Daddy missed baby too."
——
"So, I was thinking—"
"About...?"
Jimin paused before opening his mouth again, rolling over from his side onto his back on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he resumed his thought.
"You're happy, right?"
The younger raised an eyebrow at this almost immediately, shifting closer to Jimin with no care that they were both still all gross and sweaty from previous antics, and nicely tucked himself into his boyfriend's side. "Yes, I'm happy. Happy with life, with you. Why?"
Jimin shrugges at this, an arm coming to wrap around Jungkook and pull him flush against him now. "Just wondering."
"You never 'just wonder', hyung. What's wrong?"
There was silence that filled the air between them, and Jungkook knew it wasn't in his best interest to pry any further. He's had the question asked before, and he always just assumes it's Jimin being the worrywart that he is making sure Jungkook is sad or upset. And Jungkook always asked it back. Has asked it back for the past three years every time he hears the same three words. 'Are you happy, hyung?'
He always gets the same answer though. 'Beyond happy.'
"Nothing, trust me. I'm just making sure. I want- want you to be happy, all the time. Even— even if it isn't with me, alright?"
Jungkook shifted a bit in the position so he was leaning his weight on his elbow and look Jimin right in the eye. "Hyung, what do you—"
Jimin sighed, lifting a hand up and simply cupping Jungkook's cheek. He was bare faced, having showered earlier but there was still the traces of eyeliner and shadow smudged underneath the doe-like eyes and he could never understand how Jungkook could look younger without makeup when it usually does the exact opposite.
"Nothing, I'm rambling. I want to be the one to always make you happy, Jungkook. Will you allow me to do that?"
"You sound like you're proposing, you sap." And Jimin laughs at this, Jungkook joining in until they're reduced into silent little giggles and holding onto each other before Jimin speaks up again.
Voice soft, gentle in nature as he looks right into Jungkook's eyes, "I guess I am— I don't have a ring on me, though. But just know it's coming."
"Wait—what—what are you saying?" Jungkook was stammering, his face shifting into a confused onslaught of flushed cheeks and eyelids fluttering with each passing millisecond.
"I'm saying," the elder began, letting his finger roam along Jungkook's bare back and trace nonsensical shapes, "I want to grow with you, grow into a pair of sturdy young men. One who likes makeup and pretty things and the other who has the most copious amounts of support for him and his endeavors. But— only if you'd allow me to?"
God damn, Jungkook is adorable all flustered like this
— eyes searching Jimin's face as if it held the universe's answers and Jimin had to physically clench his jaw to refrain from cooing in his face.
"What— o-of course, why the hell wouldn't I? I wanna be by your side through it all, hyung. You know I can't say no to you—plus, I still need some new lip glosses..."
"Wow, I'm just a wallet with endless amounts of money to you—"
"No, not just a wallet! You have a nice dick, as well."
"That's it, say goodbye to my credit card as well as my dick."
The laughter was getting louder with each comment, gripping the other for support and wow, Jimin couldn't believe he's reached such a comfortable place with a person.
Settling down always sounded dumb to Jimin, he never had time for even thinking of that— but here he was, sharing his house— his life, with a boy he met three years ago. A boy who loved art, and makeup, and flashy clothes, and wasn't afraid to be himself around Jimin.
It was all he could ever wish for, no matter how fucking cheesy it sounds.