.nineteen

                                    

                                          
"Okay, wait," Nayeon said, "Don't move a muscle – I'm getting my camera. Oh, how sweet! Minho's first dance." She ran down the stairs to find her camera, and when she returned, Jisung followed closely behind. 
                          
His jaw dropped when he saw Minho. "Mama Nayeon," he whispered, "You're a fashion genius. What's he look so good for?" 
                          
Jisung wasn't lying. Minho did look good. He wore ripped black jeans with a cropped yellow hoodie and the red converse Jeongyeon had gotten him. After a moment of surveying the outfit (checking Minho out) Jisung had an idea. 
                          
"Minho," he started, "Before you say no, just hear me out." Minho nodded, and Jisung proposed his idea. "Wear your glasses tonight and let me do your hair and makeup. You're gonna look so fine. I mean, not that you don't already, it's just that–" 
                          
"Fine." Minho sighed, knowing Jisung would annoy him relentlessly if he rejected the idea. Jisung clapped his hands and shoved Minho onto a chair. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with a makeup bag. 
                          
He brought in a second chair, as well, and sat facing Minho. He silently began doing Minho's makeup, clearly an expert. He was close, so close Minho could see the pink glitter adorning his eyelids and the glossy sheen of his lips. He tried not to focus on the closeness of Jisung's face. He instead stayed completely still, trying not to mess Jisung up. 
                          
With a few more delicate strokes of the brush across Minho's nose, cheekbones, and cupid's bow, Jisung sat back happily and admired his work. "Highlighter done," he said, "You look pretty. Eyeshadow time! Close your eyes and relax." He grabbed a second brush and began his work on Minho's eyes. He did a fairly simple look: standard mascara with a reddish smoky eye to complement the shoes with gold glitter for an extra touch. His hands were gentle as he held Minho's face still and cleaned up any fallout. 
                          
"I think you're ready." He pulled away slightly to admire his work. "I didn't do any foundation because your skin is perfect, which I'm super jealous of, by the way. And I didn't do lipstick because once again, perfect. Wow, I did so good. You look pretty!" 
                          
Minho looked at the ground. "You really think so?" Jisung shouted in affirmation, but Minho was still nervous. "What if I'm overdressed?" He asked. "Or underdressed? Or what if people are weird about a boy wearing makeup? Maybe I should just stay home." 
                          
Jisung smiled softly. "You look perfect. This dance is the one time a month where all the teens in town can do pretty much whatever they want– and nobody judges them for it. My sister went in a prom dress once and nobody had anything to say about it," he reassured the boy. "And I wear makeup to all the dances, so don't worry about people judging you for wearing makeup, because you look so fine." 
                          
"Where did you get this makeup from anyway? Is it my aunt's?" Minho picked up the eyeshadow palette and opened it to stare at all the different shades inside. 
                          
The younger boy laughed. "No, it's mine. I just keep some of my stuff here." When Minho gave him a confused look, Jisung explained, "Sometimes I stay here for a while. Weeks at a time, sometimes. I keep some of my stuff here. Your aunts are really good to me. They take me in, you know? I mean, of course you know, they're doing the exact same thing for you." 
                          
Minho nodded. "Yeah," he mumbled, "They're really great, aren't they?" 
                          
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ok i didn't plan on publishing a chapter today but a discussion in one of my classes made me want to ask you guys a question 
                          
did anybody else's school have a white room??
                          
it's a closet where they put kids who misbehave/are doing in school suspension. it's all white and they lock kids in there and take all their stuff and there's a window on the door to watch the kid
                          
apparently no one in my class had it?? but that was so normal for me and now i feel weird knowing other schools didn't have a white room