Rushing through the doors of the dressing room at an ungodly hour of 4 in the morning, you sat your heavy makeup bag down on the couch, not wasting any time in the seconds after as you started to take out the most expensive products out of your bag and arrange it neatly on the makeup vanity desks. You were almost done with organizing your stuff for the hectic day of music shows when the members and their managers started to swarm through the doors of the dressing room each sitting at their designated places while the managers sat themselves behind the members on a couch, overlooking the processes. You soon found Jiwoong sitting down at your designated spot as you smiled at him, noticing he was typing away on his phone without giving you a second look. You clear your throat, wanting to gain his attention as you use your customer service voice that you were taught 2 years ago at your part-time job at Sephora. "Sir, what look do you want to achieve today?" you smiled as he tore his eyes away from his phone, dazed as it looked like he didn't hear you because he was so busy texting away. "Yes?" he looked at you with a confused stare, feeling awkward all of a sudden.