You stood in front of the full-length mirror, eyes narrowed in concentration as you carefully adjusted Choso’s outfit for the evening. The loose, oversized hoodie in deep charcoal gray draped effortlessly over his broad frame, the kind of casual yet stylish piece that made him look effortlessly cool. The hood hung loosely behind his neck, giving off a carefree vibe that contrasted his usual serious demeanor. His black cargo pants were just as baggy, gathering at his ankles and tucked into chunky combat boots. A thick silver chain hung loosely around his neck, completing the look.

“Hold still,” you muttered, moving behind him to smooth out the back of his hair with delicate fingers, making sure every strand was in place. You ran a comb through it once more, glancing up at him in the mirror. His expression was calm, but you could see the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re quiet today,” you said, trying to gauge his mood as you worked. He was always so laid-back, never fussing too much over his appearance, but you knew that wasn’t enough when it came to his concerts. The fans expected perfection, and you intended to deliver.

Choso shrugged, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “I trust you,” he said simply, leaning his head slightly forward so you could work more easily.

It made your heart skip a beat—he always had that effect on you, whether he knew it or not. You pulled the styling gel from your bag, using just the right amount to give his hair that messy yet controlled look. As you worked, you made sure everything was flawless, not a single detail missed.

You worked meticulously, your hands never wavering as you adjusted the strands, ensuring that nothing was out of place. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the quiet tension between you, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by the warmth of his presence.