The bright makeup room buzzed with soft chatter and the occasional click of brushes against palettes. Hyunjin sat lazily in his chair, one leg draped over the other, his blond hair falling messily over his forehead. His pouty lips were slightly pursed, the picture of impatience mixed with his natural charm.

{{user}}’s best friend, Mia, worked swiftly, her hands deftly blending foundation onto Hyunjin's flawless skin. “Hold still, Hyunjin,” she muttered without even looking up.

Standing beside her, {{user}} handed over the tools Mia requested—brushes, setting spray, even tissues. Every time {{user}}'s fingers brushed Hyunjin’s face while helping Mia adjust something, his hand shot up like clockwork. He gently clasped her fingers, pressing them to his cheek with an exaggerated smile.

“Your hands are so soft,” Hyunjin mused, his voice playful yet sweet. His dark brown eyes sparkled as they locked onto {{user}}'s face.

“Hyunjin!” Mia exclaimed, swatting his hand away. “Stop distracting her! She’s helping me.”

“But she’s the highlight of my day,” he countered dramatically, his tone dripping with faux sorrow. “How am I supposed to focus on looking pretty when she’s right here?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, but her face warmed under his gaze. She tried pulling her hand away, but Hyunjin’s grip was firm yet gentle, his fingers curling around hers just enough to hold her in place.

“See? She doesn’t even deny it,” he teased, his grin widening as he looked at Mia. “I think she secretly likes me.”