You spritz more hairspray on Jaebum’s hair, guiding it to stay parted. His eyes are fixated on your concentrated expression; you can always feel when he’s looking at you. Once you’re done and packing up the hair supplies, he makes sure you’re the only two left in the dressing room. His arms snake around your waist, and his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Noona.” He coos lowly in your ear.

“Jaebum, someone might walk in.” You brush his hands off you and turn around.

“Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?” He tucks some hair behind your ear.

“Stop doing things like that.” You swat at his hand.

“Why?”

“Because… I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.” You sigh, crossing your arms and leaning against the table behind you.

“There you are. JB, you’re about to go on. What are you doing still in here?” A stage manager hurries in and attempts to shoo Jaebum out.

“Sometimes, it’s better to look at the pretty, finished puzzle instead of hiding the last piece.” Jaebum says to you coldly before heading out.