EVERYBODY GETS DRUNK (ON NEW YEAR'S EVE)

“Jongmi, what’s taking you so long?” Baekhee asks and keeps knocking at the door to her bedroom.

“I’m almost done,” Jongmi shouts back and eyes her own reflection. Pretty, she thinks. For once, she has managed to apply makeup that looks decently without anyone’s (read: Baekhee’s) help. It’s not that Jongmi is terribly horrible in all those girlish things, but she’s just never been too interested in it. She dresses more comfortably than prettily, though of course, after she started dating again that had changed her style. Her first boyfriend hadn’t been too demanding, but Jongmi had her female pride - she wanted to be the prettiest in her boyfriend’s eyes.

Her second and current boyfriend is no different from her first. He has never asked of her to doll herself up, and on more than one occasion he had told her how cute she was whenever she was wearing simple jeans and an oversized tee or a sweater. Sehun especially likes it when she wears his shirts, so whenever she sleeps over at his place, she would borrow his clothes, only to hear him coo at her.

She has gotten used to wearing casual clothes at all times now, though tonight she can’t just show up in such an attire. They’re going out for New Year’s Eve, to a club, because Baekhee’s boyfriend is being a DJ there, and thus he had invited them and reserved a table in the VIP area for them.

Jongmi would have preferred to spend a cozy night at her and Baekhee’s shared apartment and quietly celebrating there, but no one can win against Baekhee. Her best friend had even managed to convince her calm, quiet and reserved boyfriend to go as well, so Jongmi had no choice.

“Jongmi, I swear to god, if you-”

Jongmi opens the door and huffs, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“I told you I was almost done. And tonight I didn’t need your help,” she says proudly, a confident grin on her face that is wiped off immediately by Baekhee telling her face is a catastrophe.

Admittedly, Baekhee has more experience and knowledge when it comes to makeup. Jongmi can’t deny that her friend isn’t only more talented, but also quicker, meaning more efficient. Within twenty minutes she has managed to fully recreate a more edgy look with artfully smudged eye shadow and eyeliner, a look befitting a night at the club, a look befitting the black mini dress Jongmi is wearing, all tight and hugging her curves.

“A goddess,” Baekhee sighs dreamily and pats Jongmi’s . Jongmi shoots her a glare.

“Sorry, my bad. Your is off limits unless it’s Sehun, I know,” the other girl cackles and Jongmi glares harder, but thanks Baekhee with