In a full day’s filming, there was little time to rest between scenes, and the exhaustion showed on Taeil’s face as he collapsed into the folding chair, the cool shade of the styling tent a welcomed relief from the heat of midday sun. Jihoon was patting the sweat off his face with a soft cloth as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Are you okay? Your face is really red," The deep voice sounded concerned, the cloth disappearing from his face as a cold plastic bottle was pressed into his hand, "Here, have some water. Ah, your makeup isn’t holding up very well with all this sweat. And your hair…"

Taeil sighed, opening one eye to glance at the young stylist, a half-smile on his lips, “You can fix it, though, right? It’s the last scene of the day next—close-up. Kiss scene. Have to look good.”

He held back a laugh as Jihoon bristled, face and ears going red right before he turned around to gather his supplies, “Of course. I’m the best in the business.”