It’s a Friday night, and you’re sitting at your vanity, scrolling aimlessly on your phone. Minho walks in, his perfectly styled hair falling into his eyes, carrying a small shopping bag. He places it on the table in front of you and leans against the wall with his signature smug smile.

“Guess who just got the limited edition glow serum that sold out in three minutes?” he says, holding up a sleek bottle like it’s a trophy. “And guess who’s about to have the most radiant skin at KISS?”

Before you can answer, he gently takes your phone out of your hands and replaces it with the serum. “No distractions, babe. Tonight, we’re focusing on your pores. Trust me, this stuff will change your life. Or at least your selfies.”

He sits beside you, opening the bottle and examining your face like an artist preparing a masterpiece. “You’re already beautiful, but we’re aiming for goddess-level glow.“