[fic] Make-up, touch-up
//Pairing//: Jinwoon/Key
//Prompt//: Make-up
//Rating//: PG
//Summary//: When Key has make-up in his hands, no one is safe! Well, not exactly...
//Word Count//: 876
//Author's Note//: Once again, requested by funkyrice. Unfortunately un-beta-ed, but I had a quick sweep through and didn't find anything of note. :3
There, Kibum thinks triumphantly to himself as he gazes at his made-up reflection in the mirror. Now that’s Key. Satisfied with his handiwork, he puts the eyeliner pencil away amongst the coordi noonas’ treasure trove of cosmetics, and turns to locate his jacket from one of the over-stuffed clothes rails at the back of the dressing room.
After a fair amount of riffling, he finds the right one and pulls it on, before calling out to the others (“Jjong? Taeminnie?”), but gets no response. Oh well, he shrugs to no one in particular and turns his attention back to his reflection, their loss. He smoothes out an imaginary crease in his shirt, as his idling gaze falls upon the cosmetics strewn across the dressing table.
Key looks right, then left, even though there is no one around, then at the big analog clock on the wall. Oh, is that the time? He chuckles to himself as he runs his slender fingers over the tubes, pots and pretty shiny containers. There’s ages yet, he purrs to himself, before selecting a couple of ‘essentials’ - eyeliner, lipstick, bright, red rouge. Positive Yejin noona won’t miss any of these…
Thus armed, he strides out of the SHINee dressing room in search of… pretty much anyone.
Dongwoon runs past him with Yoseob, patting him heartily on the shoulder as they rush to go rejoin the rest of their bandmates, though his expression changes to one of mild trepidation when he notices what Key is holding. “I haven’t forgotten the last time you put eyeshadow on me when I was asleep…” His eyes crinkle slightly as he laughs at the amusing, though highly embarrassing memory.
Yoseob says something about them being late, and Dongwoon nods hastily. Turning back to Key, he gives him a smile and thumbs-up, before waving as he continues down the corridor.
Key waves goodbye, and turns the corner, walking past the raucous MBLAQ dressing room. He narrowly escapes being pulled in by an overly-excited MIR who demands that he see his new computer game Right Now. Key politely declines, but not after promising that yes, he will be over during the week for a tag team game (whatever that is). He does contemplate redrawing G.O.’s recently-shorn goatee with eyeliner and black eyeshadow - maybe a bit of glitter to bling it up… but dismisses that as a ridiculous suggestion. I mean, that’s hardly a challenge, is it?
He is almost at the end of the row of dressing rooms (a couple in-between are occupied by girl groups- those aren’t any fun, they already have make-up on), when a very tall, muscular someone barrels out of the room to his right. A couple of hurried apologies later, he is gone, but the unmistakable back view tells Key that it could be no one else but Seulong. Well - that and the fact that the word “2AM” is emblazoned across the door he just emerged from.
And 2AM can only mean one thing. Jung Jinwoon. Key grins to himself and subtly pushes open the dressing room door. “Hellooooo….?”
2AM’s youngest is currently sprawled along the breadth of the dressing room couch, snoring serenely as he naps with a blanket swathed around his shoulders. Jo Kwon is just heading out, and claps Key on the shoulder, asking him if he would please babysit Jinnu for a teeny, tiny second while he goes to grab something to eat? Key laughs, nodding his agreement, and the older man flits out immediately, murmuring something about stomach pains and gastric.
Key waits till he hears his footsteps disappear down the hallway before he turns back to his sleeping friend. A mischievous smile plays on his lips as he kneels down beside the couch, idly running his fingertip along the defined bridge of Jinwoon’s nose. A little dusting powder here, a little bronzer there wouldn’t hurt, would it?
He is jolted from his thoughts by Jinwoon sighing quietly in his sleep, clearly unaware to what Key has in store for him. Already, his brush is poised for aim, daubed with a generous amount of gold highlighting powder.
Until something stops him. The other boy’s lips curve upwards as he dreams of God knows what, parting slightly when he settles back into slumber. Key leans forward to take a closer look, his previous plan forgotten. His gaze lingers on Jinwoon’s bottom lip, how perfectly formed it is, full and curled into an adorable pout. He runs the pad of his finger against the curve of the sleeping boy’s lip, suddenly feeling … daring.
Just a little one wouldn’t hurt, would it?
The brief moment is over as quickly as it began, but all Key can hear is the beating of his heart as it pounds in his chest. His fingers want to weave through Jinwoon’s hair, his lips want to be pressed against those lips again, again, and again, and for a moment, he just kneels there, his mind boggling as he tries to figure out exactly what just happened.
Jinwoon stirs, stretching his lanky frame as he stifles a yawn, and Key looks up in alarm. “Oh, hey Kibummie, it’s you,” his eyes curve into little crescents as he smiles at him, seemingly oblivious.
“What’d I miss?”