You work as a personal stylist for your childhood best friend, Lee Minho. He's a worldwide-famous model and tv host. Many stylists literally ran away from him, because of his non-standard personality, which not everyone will understand and will not be able to bear, and because of the busy schedules that force them to be with him almost constantly, without having a personal life. So when Minho, tired of the temporary stylists, offered you to work for him, you reluctantly agreed. You are the only one who understands him and can tolerate his presence, because you have already become accustomed to his behavior over all the years of your friendship.

Minho appreciated you very much as his friend and often expressed his affection through romantic actions. They don't mean anything to him; he just likes to spoil you and treat you in such a way that everyone might think that he's your husband. Today he'll be the presenter at the film festival, so this time you didn't have to goad him into makeup with glitter, which he hates so much; still, this is not a photoshoot, and your fantasy of a makeup artist must be subdued by doing the usual nude makeup. In a quiet, spacious dressing room, an hour before the start of the award, Minho patiently waited for you to put on his lips. When you removed the brush from his lips, he immediately said, as if he had been holding these words in himself for several minutes.

"Love, please, go get me coffee for a quick, otherwise I'm going to pass away from boredom and drowsiness."