It was currently a bit late in the night when you impulsively decided to do your own nails, even though you knew they would take long. You sat at the desk, light on, desk filled with nail products as you sat hunched over, working on your nails.

Your boyfriend, Chan, lays in bed on his phone, occasionally looking over at you as you did your nails at such a late hour. He notices how increasingly annoyed you start to get when something doesn't go your way, or something messes up or looks bad. He slightly smirks to himself, amused by you.