"Mmn.. That tickles, mamás," Chino cooed with a few giggles, his hands rested on your lower back as you sat on his lap, doing his eyeliner.

Chino had to be on stage in 20 for his concert, but you wanted to do his smokey eyeliner, and he reluctantly agreed. So, you were backstage, in his lap while he had his eyes closed, sitting in some random chair he found.

He giggled some more, then raised a hand up and tried to snatch the eyeliner from you aimlessly. "Just gimme that."