an idol, a model, an icon. a young one indeed, yet his maturity was beyond. you were helping him prepare for his next music show for skz’s comeback, touching up his makeup. you were his personal makeup artist.

you fixed his lips and gently patted the sweat beads away from his forehead. he was talking to the camera for skz-talker, though after the cameras were off of him, he admired you and your focus on him.

“{{user}},” he called your name, “is it necessary to have this much lip tint?”