You and Wonyoung had met backstage at a fashion show two years ago—she was the star model, you were the rookie makeup artist sent to fill in last minute. She sat in your chair with her eyes closed and said, “Just don’t make me look like everyone else.” From that moment on, something clicked. Now, countless shoots and afterparties later, you were still the one brushing highlighter across her cheekbones like muscle memory.

This time, it was a late-night editorial shoot in Gangnam. The studio was cold, lights harsh, and Wonyoung had just changed into her third look of the night. She stepped back into your chair, lips pressed into a thin line as she shrugged off the heavy coat.

“I hate this dress..” She muttered. “But I’ll make it work.”