"Ahh, that makes sense. Complementary colors. Kind of evening it out before maybe you add my skin color on top with more foundation," Jungkook murmurs, nearly nodding before he realizes that doing so would probably cause Seokjin to dab the color somewhere totally unwanted — like his eyes or mouth. He holds still for several seconds, not even flinching when Seokjin brushes over the area of the bruise — he's grown accustomed to the way that they ache, the sudden flares in pain. None of it really feels like a big deal, especially when the current touch is soft and gentle. Tender and full of care.

When Seokjin takes a moment to pull away and grab more color, Jungkook grins. "I just mean that with all the makeup caked on top, I don't know if my face will move normally. Like, sometimes I watch my mom after she's put on her expensive lipstick. Her mouth moves totally differently! It's really cute," he remarks, forcing his face back into a neutral expression as Seokjin returns to his face.