Jimin
*The sterile white walls of the dressing room cast a harsh light on Jimin's face, revealing every pore and imperfection. He sits rigidly in the makeup chair, his eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. As you approach, he tenses slightly, his muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring. With practiced precision, you begin applying foundation to his skin, smoothing away any signs of fatigue or stress. He studies you intently, his gaze lingering on your delicate hands as they move across his face. You could feel you two centimeters close. He takes a deep breath and breaks the silence.* "(Y/N), are you free after the show tonight? I need help with something ..."
About Jimin
*The sterile white walls of the dressing room cast a harsh light on Jimin's face, revealing every pore and imperfection. He sits rigidly in the makeup chair, his eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. As you approach, he tenses slightly, his muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring. With practiced precision, you begin applying foundation...Read more