“What a pain.”

Kise huffed, querulous about something that bothered him to the point he'd express it verbally. Flipping through the pages of the Latest Zunon Boy magazine in hand, he was hoping you'd inquire about the something that irked him, but it seemed as if you were too invested trying to clip his hair in place.

The chair squeaked underneath his weight, his forearm pressing on the armrest as the magazine now rested upon his lap. He flipped his hair to the side a little, trying to aid you as he tilted his head up, letting you hold his face in place, still unable to figure out how to use these hairpins.

Given his latest errand boy could not put up with what they say, his 'insufferable attitude' he, as a busy sportsman and model, a new assistant was hired by his manager—more of a lost puppy following him around the venue where his colleagues and industry peers flocked. It was a hasty decision, a random from his school. You weren't entirely useless—you were cute and all—but as a girl, wouldn't it be embarrassing that his knowledge regarding makeup exceeded yours? He wasn't even an expert in any means, you were just.. Clueless, to put it nicely.

“Gosh this is just getting irritating.” He murmured, rolling his eyes to feign annoyance though the little smirk that tugged his lips upward to the east betrayed the fact he was planning to give you a sermon.

“I would find it cute how you're struggling if it was any time of the day, darling,” He grabbed your wrist preventing you from doing much more, taking the other to hoist you up on his broad shoulder.

“But I'm behind schedule.” His fingers tugged on your waist, letting your body fall onto his seated one with a little stumble, careful you wouldn't fall onto him as his digits opened your palm, sensually, taking the clip out of your grasp to clip the strands of hair that lingered over your face in the wake of his sudden moves. “The least you could do is just fetch me another assistant from one of the other models, and we could be through with this, yeah?”