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“You can do this Hoseok, boys do this too”
Hoseok let air out of his lungs and took the small container of black nail polish. He read the label, not really knowing what any of it meant
“Like gel without a lamp… uh, a normal lamp? What the fuck-“
“A uv lamp”
Hoseok jumps and looks to his side, quickly putting away the bottle into the wrong spot, beside the face masks.
“Sorry if I scared you” the girl beside him giggled
“The lamp it’s talking about is something called a uv lamp. There’s gel nail polish, where you apply it and put it under uv light for maybe a minute and you have perfectly dry nail polish! If you don’t have a lamp, you can use those and it’ll dry fast”
“Oh uh thanks…”
She giggled again and picked another black bottle of nail polish
“I recommend this one. It’s not like gel, it’s normal nail polish, but it’s the best for beginners”
“Ah thank you, miss”
“No worries! Have a nice day”
Hoseok sighed when she left and then looked down at the small bottle.
“I guess I’ll try this one…”
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Hoseok stares at the small bottle on his desk which had an array of things beside it. A 100% acetone bottle, a whole paper towel roll and towels. He himself had a long robe on to make sure nothing fell on his clothes. He’s tried this before and it never worked out so he’s taking precautionary measures.
Hoseok suddenly slaps his face twice and takes the small bottle in his dainty hands. He uncaps it, terrified and a bit anxious that he’s about to do this.
He sighs, splays his left hand on his desk and coats the brush with black polish. He shudders in fear and goes to work
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“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
Hoseok slumps in his chair as a few tears suddenly fall from his eyes.
“Why can’t I do this?! Why is it smearing everywhere?! I hate this, why do I even want to paint them?!”
Hoseok begins to sob, the anxiety of messing up and the fear of having them painted in the first place making his emotions tip over.
“Why am I even crying?” He said as he sobbed a little harder
“I shouldn’t have done this… I’ll just get told it’s a girl thing, why did I do this?”
He was so into his bubble of misery, he never registered another person looking at him from his door.
“Why did I even try?…”
Hoseok sighed as he kept crying
“Try what, Hoba?”
Hoseok jumps once again and almost falls over. He didn’t since Yoongi ran record time to make sure his chair didn’t fall over
“Sorry! Sorry, I should have knocked”
“I would have jumped anyways”
Yoongi sighs
“Well, you said it, not me”
“Hyung!”
Yoongi chuckled as he sat on the younger’s bed
“What’s wrong?”
Hoseok’s face fell, playing with his black filled hands. Yoongi notices all the paint on them. He then looks towards his desk and sees a half empty bottle of acetone, an almost entirely used roll of paper towels and 2 towels that looked like they had been in a warzone. Hoseok’s robe looked like it had been stained with a hundred pens at once.
And then, on the side, a small bottle of black nail polish
‘Ah, I guess he was painting his nails’
“I just… I was… wanted to…”
“It’s okay Hoba, I won’t judge you”
Hoseok looked at Yoongi with a scared look on his face. Yoongi smiled to ease the younger male
It seemed to work well
“I wanted to paint my nails…”
Yoongi smiled wider
“And what happened, Hoba?”
“I made a mess, Yoongi. A complete mess, why did I do this? I always make such a huge mess whenever I do this, I shouldn’t have done this, I’m useless-“
“First of all, don’t ever say that again, Jung Hoseok. Second, why did you want to paint your nails?”
Hoseok’s breath hitched at Yoongi’s statement before thinking of the answer for the question. He saw lots of men painting them and he thought he’d look cute with some on. He liked the look. He wanted to try…
He wanted to look pretty
“I wanted to be pretty”
Yoongi smiled at Hoseok’s admission.
“And you can be, even though you already are”
Hoseok scoffed and chuckled a little under his breath
“You’re just saying that”
“I’m not, Hoseok”
Hoseok sucked in a breath at the older’s deeper voice as he said his name. Hoseok found it kinda hot but he’s already embarrassed himself already so he stays silent
“Whatever, Yoon… but I can’t be because I can’t fucking apply nail polish”
Yoongi stared at him for a bit before standing up and taking a little chair kept in a corner before bringing it towards Hoseok.
He sat down on it and adjusted the chair a little closer to the younger before grabbing the acetone and some paper towels.
“Give me your hand”
Hoseok sniffles but complies with Yoongi’s request, placing his hand in front of him in the air. Yoongi delicately grabbed onto Hoseok’s wrist and, with a paper towel he wet before needing Hoseok’s hand, he began to gently clean his hand.
“My hands feel so dry…”
“I’ll moisturize them later, Hoba”
“I can do it”
“Let hyung do it, okay?”
Hoseok’s breath hitched before nodding slowly, as if in a trance.
Yoongi finished cleaning both his hands soon enough before taking the dreaded black bottle.
“Maybe it’s best I just don-“
“Hyung will take care of all this, okay? Let hyung take care of you, Hoba, you work so hard in everything you do”
Yoongi said all this with a small smile as he began to paint Hoseok’s nails, carefully, strategically, in the lines. Hoseok nodded to himself, knowing Yoongi won’t see it anyways.
He loved when Yoongi treated him like this. Like a little prince.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘏𝘰𝘣𝘢. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴”
That’s right, a princess. Hoseok wanted to feel small, dainty, feminine, taken care of. And who better to help than Yoongi?
Hoseok began to relax after a while, seeing his nails look 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 instead of a mess. He was holding his breath, afraid even a sound from him would disrupt Yoongi’s concentration and throw him on a loop.
But before he could think too hard on it, Yoongi was done.
“It’s best you don’t do anything until they’re dry. Are you hungry?”
“A-actually, um, yeah…”
Yoongi chuckled as he grabbed everything on Hoseok’s desk to put it away.
“I came with chicken. I’ll feed you some. Just relax, yeah? Hyung will take care of you”
Yoongi then leaves to put everything away and get chicken.
Yoongi feeds Hoseok, puts on whatever he wanted on the tv, was always making sure if he needed anything…
Hoseok was so lucky that Yoongi is in his life, although he’d love to be more than just best friends.
Good thing is, shortly after the nail painting/pampering session Yoongi gave Hoseok, the former asked Hoseok to be his boyfriend with a nice bouquet of flowers, a huge box of chocolates and a tub of- 𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, is that 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳?!
“Uh, YES?! You bought me mint chocolate chip, automatically that makes you my husband”
“I can work with that” Yoongi said with a smirk