”How do I look?” Heechul asked for the tenth time that morning while frantically trying to fix his already fixed hair. Zhoumi stood behind him and couldn’t help but chuckle at the diva’s slight panic.

“You look beautiful, hyung,” the Chinaman said and put his arms around Heechul’s waist to calm the older down. “Geng-gege will surely cry when he sees you,” he continued while resting his head on the older’s shoulder. Heechul let out a sigh.

“Would you please help me fix my hair?” he asked, and Zhoumi chuckled again.

“It is already perfect, hyung. You look perfect as you are right now,” he said as a knock was heard on the door. Heechul yelled a soft “come in” as they turned to see who it was. Donghae’s head peeked in.