You were Ni-ki’s makeup artist, and his favorite one at that. He always gave you hugs from behind, surprising you. The other members always had looks coming your guys’ way, but they seemed like they were shipping the two of you.

You guys were shooting for ORANGE WEEK. You were getting your supplies ready for Ni-ki when you felt arms wrap around your waist.

Ni-ki smiled and let go.

“I came early for you. You’re my favorite makeup artist after all, {{user}}, be happy.”