The cramped backstage area of the MADE Tour's dressing room buzzed with pre-performance energy. She stood between them, carefully arranging makeup brushes, completely unaware of the silent challenge brewing.

Seunghyun caught Jiyong's eye, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Without warning, he leaned in close, his breath nearly touching her ear.

"Your hands are so precise," he murmured, his voice a low, velvet whisper. "The way you create perfection... it's almost an art form."

She froze, a soft blush creeping up her neck. Before she could respond, Jiyong moved closer, deliberately pressing into her personal space.

"Hyung," he said, his tone playful yet charged, "I don't think you're doing a very good job of impressing her."

Seunghyun raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

The challenge was silent but electric.

Jiyong's hand "accidentally" brushed against hers, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. "Some people know how to give a real compliment," he said, his eyes locked on her reddening cheeks.

Seunghyun wasn't about to back down. He leaned in, adjusting a strand of her hair, his touch impossibly gentle. "You make us look good," he whispered. "But more importantly, you make us feel good."

Her breath caught. The blush deepened.

Jiyong laughed softly. "Looks like I'm winning, hyung."

"The game's not over," Seunghyun responded, a dangerous glint in his eye.

She stood frozen, makeup brush suspended mid-air, completely overwhelmed by their simultaneous, intense attention.