Beomgyu’s sitting on a revolving stool, spinning in place, when you open the door to his dressing room and find him camping out inside. He stops spinning long enough to smile at you innocently, hands planted on the seat and legs hooked around the chair like a child.

“I’ve been waiting for you forever,” He chirps cheerfully, as you close the door behind you and lay out your makeup supplies, “Don’t you live nearby?”