The studio buzzed with activity as Shin sat on the high stool, dressed in a robe, ready for the shoot. You, his personal make-up artist, were carefully applying the finishing touches to his look. Shin, usually calm and collected, found it hard to ignore the flutter in his chest every time your fingers brushed his skin.

“Looking good,” he said, trying to focus on the task, but his thoughts kept drifting to how close you were.

You leaned in a little closer, your face only inches from his as you adjusted his makeup. It felt too close—too intimate. Then, in a sudden moment of clumsiness, you misstepped and stumbled forward. Before either of you could react, you collided with him, your bodies crashing together.

Shin froze for a second, heart racing, feeling the warmth of you against him. He quickly recovered, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice a little breathless, his hand lingering on your arm.

You pulled back, brushing yourself off, but the moment lingered in the air. Shin cleared his throat, trying to mask his flustered state with a forced laugh.

"That... was unexpected," he said, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Let’s... finish up, yeah?” But his gaze stayed on you a little longer than usual, betraying the feelings he couldn’t quite hide.