“(y/n)! How long more are you gonna take?” Hongjoong was getting impatient as he glanced at the clock and saw that it was five minutes to 6PM. He sighed loudly as he waited for me, as I took nearly an hour and a half to get ready. We had planned to go out and watch a performance and he had wanted to be early to get a good view. 

“5 minutes, babe!” Hongjoong rolled his head back and groaned in frustration, his patience growing thinner. Hongjoong doesn’t like to wait and especially when it’s more than ten minutes long. But he seemed to tolerate my time-wasting most of the time and I felt bad about it.

Annoyed, Hongjoong strutted towards our bedroom and swung the door open. “Jesus Christ, (y/n), we’re supposed to be out half an hour ago. What ar-”

I jumped in my seat when he burst in and froze when he stopped talking. He was staring at me with a shocked look smeared across his face. I saw his gaze shifting from my face to the eyeshadow brush in my hand and then back to my face. I had painstakingly put on full-face makeup and I was almost done with my eyes.

“What?”

He slowly crept towards me, his eyes never leaving my face. I was getting slightly scared because he looked both pissed and confused.

“Babe, what did you do?” He took the brush from my hand and tipped my chin to take a closer look at my face.

“What do you mean?”

He glanced up down at me and his expression was concerning. “This. What are you doing?”

“I’m putting on makeup? And dressing up?” I narrowed my eyes at him and frowned, perplexed by his reaction. “What? You don’t like it?”

“Wh- (y/n), it’s not like that… I just-... Just stay there.” He disappeared into our bathroom and I heard the faucet running, wondering what he was up to. As I sat there waiting for him, I looked at myself in the mirror and was horrified by what I saw. I have never put on thick layers of makeup before and it took me practice after practice to get the makeup right. I only did it when Hongjoong wasn’t home because I thought of surprising him one day. He saw the products before and never questioned it but he had never seen me plastering my face with heavy and thick makeup, so it came as a shock for him when he saw that today.

Reappearing with a small bowl of warm water and a face towel, Hongjoong placed it on the vanity table and grabbed a chair before settling down in front of me. Panic coursed through my body and I pushed myself away from him, but he pulled me closer to him and tightened his grip on me. No matter how much I tried resisting, he was sure to make his grip tighter, disabling me from escaping.

“Hongjoong, what are you doing?” Hongjoong was silent but he had a look of concern and gave a small smile while grabbed my hands caressed them gently. We stayed that way for a minute or two before he dipped the towel into the bowl and squeezed it to expel excess water. I watched as he held the towel with one hand and another still holding mine and caressing it.

As he brought it to my face, I shifted my face away from him avoiding the towel from wiping my makeup off. He dropped his hand and waited until I was facing him again and then slowly, reached over to gently wipe the wakeup off of my face. It was endearing to see how patient he was with me, and I felt my heart growing fonder for him. I sat in silence as I allowed him to wipe the makeup away, feeling the damp and warm towel grazing across my face. I glanced at the bowl and was astounded by the amount of product that was wiped off. Feeling embarrassed and guilty, I casted my eyes downwards but Hongjoong tipped my chin, my eyes now levelled with him. I was so ashamed of what I’ve done and looked away but Hongjoong gripped firmly on my jaw, and stared at me. His gaze softened and I felt his hand drop from my jaw down to my neck. Without a word, Hongjoong closed in on the proximity and soon, I felt his soft and moist lips on mine. His kiss was always so gentle and kind and I would always find myself melting in his kiss.

When he pulled away, a tear trickled down my face and he wiped it off with his thumb. I could feel a lump building up in the back of my throat and glanced at him with teary eyes. “I just wanted to look pretty for you.”

Hongjoong chuckled and caressed my cheek with his thumb, his brows scrunched up in worry. “Baby, you’re already pretty to me. And I’m not talking just about your physical appeal but your heart as well. You’re so beautiful to me and I love every part of you.”

I sniffled and threw a soft fist into his shoulder. “I just feel like I’m not pretty enough, and I wanted to look pretty for our date today. That’s why I bought all these makeup and wore this dress. I did it all for you.”

Hongjoong seemed taken aback by my remark and held my hands again. I never realised that I had such a complex, to the point that I’d go to the extent of wanting to please him even though he loved me for who I was. 

“(y/n), sweetheart. I love you for who you are. You are pretty to me, regardless of anything. I don’t want you to do anything to please me, no… especially to look pretty for me. I don’t want you to do that. I love you for your kind soul. Remember that.” He brushed my hair aside and cupped my face, reiterating how much he loved me for the person that I was. “I wouldn’t ask for any other woman to be my girlfriend, because you are just perfect for me.”

“You really know how to comfort me. I hate you for that. Honestly, what did I do to deserve you?”

I laughed weakly at his comforting words and wiped my tears away, feeling calmed and reassured. He smiled and bit on his lower lip, his big eyes staring at me and making my heart flutter. Leaning forward, Hongjoong pulled me in for a kiss and I reciprocated, my hands on his jaw. He pulled me to my feet and we were locked in a heated makeout session, our minds wandering elsewhere. He would occasionally pull away to give me pecks and would grin bashfully at me as he did so. When it got so passionate, soft moans lingered on our lips and our bodies enveloped each other. I could feel his hands travelling down my back and then back up to where my zipper was, tugging at it. I stopped and stared at him, my eyes wide with confusion.

Smirking at me, Hongjoong slowly ped my dress and brought his lips to my ear. “I have a good idea. Instead of going out, how about… we get you out of this dress?”