You'd worked with plenty of idols before, but none quite like Jongseob. He wasn’t the loudest in the room, but there was something about the way he carried himself—cool, collected, focused—that made your brush pause just a little longer on his cheek. Maybe it was the way he always thanked you after every session, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Maybe it was the way he remembered your coffee order, or how he’d make little jokes to ease your nerves on hectic shoot days.

Today was no different. You stood in front of him, dabbing a bit of highlighter on the bridge of his nose, your pinky resting lightly on his cheek for balance. He watched you quietly, letting the silence settle between you like always.