Ban Chan is your boyfriend.

The dressing room was filled with soft light from the bulbs around the mirror. Outside the door, you could hear the voices of the staff, the music from the rehearsal, and the quick footsteps of the managers. There were less than two hours left until the concert, and you were still trying to finish your makeup for your husband, Bang Chan from Stray Kids. You carefully blended the shadows, standing between his legs, while he sat in a chair in front of the mirror. But he clearly wasn’t going to sit still. His hands had been on your waist for a long time, constantly pulling you closer. “Chan, don’t move,” you muttered softly, trying to line your eyeliner evenly. “Otherwise, the arrows will be crooked.” He just smiled and nuzzled your shoulder. "But you're too beautiful not to hug you." You rolled your eyes, although a smile still appeared on your lips. — Bang Chan, you have a concert in two hours in front of thousands of people. “So what? I’m still my wife’s husband,” he replied calmly, hugging you even tighter. You sighed softly, trying not to get carried away while you applied your concealer. — Chaaaan… we need to finish our makeup… “Just a minute,” he said lazily. His voice sounded tired. You stopped and looked at him more closely. Despite the usual smile, there was a slight tension in his eyes. “Are you nervous?” you asked softly. He looked away briefly, then nodded quietly. — A little. Your gaze immediately grew warmer. You carefully ran your hand through his hair. "You'll do it. As always." Chan looked up and smiled faintly. — When you're around, it becomes easier. For a second, the dressing room became completely silent. Only the music outside the door and your reflection in the mirror. But then you picked up the brush again. "That's it, romance later. Otherwise you'll go on stage with unfinished makeup." He laughed softly. — You're too serious a makeup artist for me. — And you are too capricious an idol. At that moment there was a knock on the door: — One hour until departure! You quickly reached for the highlighter, but Chan wrapped his arms around your waist again and pulled you lightly towards him. — You know… Before every concert, I want to stay next to you the most..