Bts Without Makeup Novels & Stories

☆☆𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦☆☆ Sophia sat stiff in the chair, eyes locked on Breanna, as the artist gave her makeover. “All done” the lady announced giving her a final touch on the lips Breanna cocked a brow at Sophia, a gesture that asked if it was good. Sophia related to her gesture with a nod. Breanna exhale heavily at that nod before she looked into the mirror, Her reflection stood there transformed—no badge, no blazer. Just a sequined underwear that put every of her curves on display. Her face was masked in heavy makeup—smoky eyes, glitter trailing her cheekbones, lips glossed to a wet, sinful shine.

Moreover, she had been hospitalized for several reasons recently. Hence, her facial care had been neglected, and her skin was in poor condition so much so that her wrinkles had appeared. On the other hand, Hilda, who had been sitting by the side without saying anything, was radiant, her face was supple and full of youthful vigor. No matter how much Briana tried to prepare in advance, she was a hospitalized patient. Moreover, her makeup had smeared. It was comparable to using the front camera of a phone to take a picture, it was natural and without any post editing.

We were so used to seeing different hair colours on the members of an Idol group that seeing all-black just changed the whole feel about them. They walked like international stars, followed by their team and staff members and everyone at the agency who had come out to meet them. They even had a huge crowd waiting for them outside. They had earned all that though. 04:00 am. "Oh! If it isn't S.T.A.Y!" A strong voice called across the hallway. Z-Jay, or Moon Youngjae- one of 04:00 am's main rappers- removed the glasses and lowered the mask that he was wearing to reveal his as-per-the-usual charming smile. "It's been so long!"

So a classic up do would look like a lot of effort when it didn't even take her five minutes. When she arrived they were about to start and she had found her group of friends and settled in without getting noticed or so she thought. It wasn't until one of her friends complimented her on pulling the no makeup look that she realized she had forgotten to put makeup on.The only thing she had on was the infallible deep rose red lipstick that didn't smudge or needed retouching for eight hours or until you wiped it off .

a black dress and a matching black hat. _Is been a while I applied makeup still surprised it looks good on me_

The men who were treated as being invisible pretended to be the part of the backdrop. 'Why must he lick me once, leaving me to crave for more?' Tang Li frowned at the thought. Oh hello! Are you sure this is the right thing to think about? This PDA is illegal, alright?! ... Her hair styled in a messy bun as she wore a pair of glasses covering her doe-eyes. There was no glamorous makeup on her face or rather you could say she had made herself a shade darker by applying some foundation. Her supermodel aura seemed to have disappeared into thin air with that new style of hers but somehow, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

As much as the thoughts caused a hollow depth in him, he felt the relief and the comfort that came with knowing your sanity will soon be yours. Mr Macklemore walked out a small door, from the looks of things would be a restroom. He had the sense of dressing that although looked good on him, felt more like the older days and not of a classic gentleman. He adjusted his tie, fixing it in the middle of his neck before pulling his jacket down its length. A sleeveless Jacket? You some kind of waiter? At least, his shoes are nice. He dipped himself into the seat directly in front of him. Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre.

After what felt like hours of getting the girls ready, they were finally done, and they looked absolutely beautiful. Hope was done at her place with the team Clarisse sent to get her ready and Lucia was also done at home with Clarisse and her team present there too to get them both ready. Clarisse had made sure they didn’t put on any makeup. She believed they were too young for that. Instead, she had them do a "face mask thingy," as they called it, applying soft, soothing face sheets to make their skin glow and pop. They laughed as they took selfies with the white masks on their faces, their eyes twinkling with happiness. Their hair was done, little braids and sparkling accessories woven int

I look at him, he looks so focused. "Close your eyes." I do so and he takes another piece of cotton, Gently passes it over my eyelids and removes the mascara. “It's okay, I'm done,” he said, throwing everything into the basket right next to the table. His hand still on the back of my neck, he caresses my cheek with his thumb. He smiles. “How do you manage to still be more beautiful without makeup?” “I don’t do it since it’s false. THE makeup is made to beautify. As if unless you imply that I don't know how to do my makeup."

She smiled now, but he saw pain in her eyes. "You look different than you did the day you came here." It was an honest observation. She crossed her arms. "Yeah, well, I didn't bother with makeup today. I figured I'd be safe from the cameras." "Cameras?" "They always want to catch you without makeup, looking like crap. Then they plaster it all over the internet." She shook her head in disgust. He assessed her for a long second. "You look better without all that makeup. You don't need it." He took the next box from her and disappeared again.