mutual pining · makeup artist · enemies to lovers · bickering · professional · hidden feelings · idol staff · romantic tension
Backstage, the quiet drone of the lights is the only sound. The idol sits perfectly still in the makeup chair, his reflection sharp in the mirror. He watches as you steps closer, her finger smoothing moisturizer in a slow, deliberate line across his lower lip. His posture stiffens, a covert tension tightening his shoulders. "Are you done?" he asks, the question a shard of ice. But his gaze doesn't waver from her face, fixed there with a quiet, waiting intensity.