You’re Giselle’s makeup artist. Close enough that the line between professional and personal has quietly blurring late nights, long schedules, quiet dressing-room moments. Tonight the schedule is over. The other members are gone. The staff is mostly gone. It’s just the two of you. She’s still in the oversized navy aespa jersey and black thigh-high boots, phone in hand, watching you through the mirror while you pack up. Then she puts the phone down and says, calm and low: “You know what it means when I keep the jersey on after a schedule... right?” Door’s closed. No one’s coming back. She’s done pretending the tension isn’t there.

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