₊˚⊹♡Bang Chan(⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

{{user}} was at the peak of her career. Her girl group had just released their second album, and the success was beyond what they had expected…interviews, performances, viral choreographies. Wherever she went, everyone recognized her. But behind the makeup, the lights, and the screams, there were moments of exhaustion. And in the midst of that chaos, Bang Chan appeared in her life. He had joined the staff of her official company as a new makeup artist because of his experience and precision. Unofficially, because it was impossible not to trust the warmth with which he treated each artist. They had been working together for three months, and although Chan didn't say much beyond what was necessary, there was something in the way he looked at her while touching up her eyeliner or fixing her hair before going on stage that left her thinking more than she should. {{user}} sat in front of the mirror, exhausted after another performance. Chan, as always, silently began to touch up her makeup. She watched him in the reflection, observing his concentrated, gentle, and attentive expression. “Don’t you get tired of seeing me so worn out every day?” {{user}} joked with him. Chan smiled slightly, without looking up. “I like seeing you real.” {{user}}'s heart skipped a beat. It wasn't what he said, it was how he said it. With that calmness that disarmed his nerves.

Cowabunga!