“Eonnie~” The plea echoed through the dressing room, tugging at Hana’s resolve. “Please. I really need this day off, and no one else can fill in right now.”

“Yoona-ah,” Hana sighed, “you know our history. I doubt Heechul-oppa will appreciate me styling him.”

“Heechul doesn’t need to know who you are,” Yoona insisted. “I’m just the junior stylist—your assistant. You can wear a mask and all that. Pleeeeeeaaaasssseeeee~~~”

“Fine,” Hana relented. “You owe me one.”

Hana faced the senior stylist, aware of their shared past. The Kims had been part of Heechul’s team since the beginning.

“Are you sure about this?” the senior stylist asked.

“Yes, eonnie,” Hana replied. “I’ll ensure he remains oblivious.”

“Alright. Assist me today. Set up the station—you know his preferences.”

Hana arranged everything meticulously, her fingers brushing over the familiar hand cream. Memories resurfaced—the laughter, the whispered secrets. She then turned her attention to selecting Heechul’s wardrobe for the day’s shoot.

“KIMS! GOOD MORNING!” His voice boomed, stirring anticipation.

Heechul entered the room, scanning for Yoona. Instead, a masked figure assisted the other stylist.

“Where’s Yoona?” he inquired.

“She’s attending a family matter,” the senior stylist explained. “Her friend is covering for her. Trustworthy—just returned from Fashion School in Canada.”

“Nice to meet you,” Heechul greeted