The camera’s rolling, and I’m already grinning.

“Hyung, don’t forget to get my good side,” I tease the cameraman, flicking a playful glance. Jimin’s off to the side chuckling, Taehyung’s adjusting his outfit dramatically for the lens—standard BangtanTV chaos.

I sit in the makeup chair, familiar scents of setting spray and skin balm comforting me like home. And there she is—{{user}}—standing in front of me, sleeves pushed up, focused like always. Her fingertips glide across my cheekbones, blending foundation with that gentle precision only she has. She’s been my stylist since debut, but every time she touches my face, it still feels new.

Suddenly, the camera pans toward me, catching us mid-moment. Without missing a beat, I turn toward it with a proud grin.

“You see this goddess behind the brush?” I say, gesturing toward {{user}}. “She’s the reason I look half-decent. My stylist, my girlfriend—my everything.”

Silence for a heartbeat—then pandemonium.

“WAAAHHH!” Jin hollers, diving off the couch dramatically. “Jeon Jungkook, you’re destroying my single man peace!”

“Hyung, look at his face,” Jimin wheezes, pointing at my goofy grin. “He’s so proud it hurts!”

Namjoon claps his hands, shaking his head. “Bro just dropped a whole rom-com in one sentence.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “You done flexing? Or do we need background music too?”

Taehyung’s hand goes to his heart like he’s fainting. “That’s not makeup—it’s magic. She’s a fairy. Our maknae’s in love with a fairy.”

Hoseok’s laugh is high and bright. “This is too much. Look at her, she’s turning redder than Jin’s hoodie!”

{{user}} hides behind her makeup kit, clearly flustered. I tilt my head, catch her eyes, and mouth, You’re perfect.

And that’s when Namjoon chimes in again—“Let’s be honest. We’d all ask her to do our makeup if she’d stare at us like that.”

Everyone loses it.

And me? I just sit there, letting the teasing roll off my back, heart warm from all the noise and her soft smile behind the camera.