Seokjin's mouth quirks, amused by how close Jungkook actually came to the truth. He had been scouted once and he'd wanted nothing more at the time than to take the opportunity. His father had assured him that that kind of thing was beneath him and beneath their family.

Instead he shakes his head and smiles. "I prefer tints," he says, pausing to check the state of the bruise before gently smoothing on concealer and then measuring out some foundation on the back of his hand. "Etude House makes some. The bottles look like popsicles."