I'm Not Beautiful - yoonseok&Jihope

makeup - 1

"I feel better when I'm her," Hoseok said quietly and stirred his iced tea with his straw. Jimin sat across from his friend in the café, " Hobi, you're perfect no matter what," he smiled and laid his hand on top of Hoseok's. This made the older smile and sigh.

" thanks Jiminie," Hoseok said and stood from the table, " I'll see you at the studio tomorrow," Jimin nodded and left the café shortly after Hoseok did.

Hoseok headed home to find himself. He opened his trunk of makeup and eyed the different colors.

He traced his index finger along his different shades of lipsticks. He sighed softly and grabbed the moisturizer.

Hoseok spent about an hour on his makeup and finished by adding a deep red to his lips. He looked at the collection of wigs he owned with a light frown.

Hoseok just didn't want to be 'Hoseok' anymore, he wants to be his other self.

The boy grabbed down a long black wig and slipped it over his hair. He made sure to style it.

A pink sweater and overalls was added to his outfit. He sighed softly as he looked at himself in the tall mirror. Hoseok felt a lot better now.

Namjoon opened the door to Hoseok's apartment. He tossed and bag on the couch and headed to Hoseok's bedroom where he was.

Hoseok felt his body begin to shake. He could tell Namjoon had a bad day. He wasn't ready to have another rough night.

Namjoon stood at the door way and glared at Hoseok, " you're Dulce again," he said in a rough tone.

The older nodded slightly and fiddled with the hem of his sweater, " y-yes..." he said quietly.
He took Hoseok by the wrist and pulled him to the bed, " Dulce is better than Hoseok anyway.." he said and straddled the crossdresser. This made Hoseok tear up and he nodded.

"I-I know..." Hoseok said quietly and felt more tears fall. Namjoon hated when he saw Hoseok cry. He cupped his face and wiped the tears.

"Stop, don't act like a kid," he ordered and Hoseok obeyed. This is what he always does, listen and does as he was told.

This is how their relationship went. It was shitty. No one would want this love. Namjoon would always force Hoseok, put him down, make him cry, and abuse him. He would rather be wwith Dulce, the girl Hoseok dresses as, then actual Hoseok. This is why the crossdresser liked being the woman more.

He felt more loved as her. She was the person who saved him.

Namjoon growled at the boy as he pulled off the fake lashes from Hoseok's right eye. Hoseok whined and felt tears forming. He looked up at Namjoon but only with one, keeping his right closed.

" why can't you be a woman, a real woman!" he shouted. Hoseok gasped as Namjoon pulled the wig off his head, " your just a fake boy," Hoseok nodded.

" I-I know," he whispered and laid back on the bed, " I'm sorry, I'm pathetic," Hoseok said and covered his eyes that stung with tears.

Hoseok woke the next morning with his makeup smeared, his neck burised, body in pain, and dried tears on his cheeks. He coughed quietly and blinked a few times when he smelled smoke.

Namjoon sat by the window of the room and sucked on a cigarette.

" I thought you gave those up Joon," Hoseok said with a slight pain in his throat. Namjoon looked back at him then looked back out the window.

" I thought you were done being her," Namjoon replied.

Hoseok sighed softly and stood from the bed. He gathered his clothing and tossed it in the hamper, " you know I have to preforme today, now I gotta cover up," he said referring to the bruises on his neck.

Namjoon didn't say anything he just let Hoseok exit the room and shower.

Hoseok dressed in a black turtle neck and a pair of black skinny jeans with ripped knees. He felt bad he couldn't match with Jimin anymore.

He drove to the studio to see Jimin, " h-hey Jiminie," he smiled and waved at him.

Jimin frowned seeing Hoseok covering most his body.

" what did he do this time?" Hoseok's friend asked.