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“Babe, are you almost ready to go?” you ask, too focused on yourself on the small mirror on top of the dressing table. You can’t see Wooyoung behind me, but you know he’s lying on your bed, hands behind his head, watching me. His shirt is probably a little up so that you could see a bit of his stomach, which makes you want to look back, but that would probably ruin your mascara, so you hold back.
“Nah,” he replies lazily.
“You should start getting ready. I’m almost done with my makeup,” you tell him, now entirely too focused on the job at hand. Perfect eyelashes, you need them just perfect. Not too long so that they look fake, but long enough to bring out your eyes.
“Your makeup looks hot,” he says, and you have to move your hand away from your eyes so that you can smile and shake your head.
“I’m being serious,” you say.
“Don’t get angry,” he tells me, but by the corner of my eye you see he doesn’t move.
“I’m not angry,” you say, leaning forward again to look at the mirror.
“You look hot when you’re angry.”
That makes you turn around and stare at him. “I’m sorry?”
That does him. He gets up from his laid back position and points one finger at you, eyes going wide. “Like that. That was hot. Seriously.”
You sigh and turn around, trying to hide a smile. “Shut up and get dressed. I don’t wanna be late.”
“You don’t wanna be late for Sannie’s birthday party? That’s cute,” he says, and you can finally hear the bed creaking just a little as he gets up.
“Am I hot or cute?”
And then you almost get mascara all over your face as he is suddenly beside you, his head just so close to yours, his lips pressed harshly against your cheek making your head turn. “Both. You’re both.”