3: Growing Closer

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The weeks passed swiftly, each day filled with rehearsals, performances, and moments of laughter and camaraderie with Stray Kids. Jen found herself seamlessly integrated into their daily routines, her role as their makeup artist and fashion coordinator evolving into something more than just a job.

One afternoon, as Jen finalized Seungmin's stage makeup for a music show, she couldn't help but notice the subtle glances Bangchan stole in her direction from across the room. There was an unspoken connection between them, a shared understanding that went beyond their professional relationship.

Later that evening, after the show had wrapped up and the members were winding down in their dressing room, Bangchan approached Jen with a smile. "Hey, Jen. Would you like to grab a coffee with me? I know this great little café nearby."

Jen hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the invitation but unable to resist the warmth in Bangchan's eyes. "Sure, that sounds nice."

They slipped out of the bustling studio unnoticed, the city streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlights as they made their way to the café. The air was crisp with the promise of autumn, and Jen found herself enjoying the quiet moments spent in Bangchan's company.

Over cups of steaming coffee, they talked about everything and nothing – music, movies, their dreams for the future. Bangchan shared anecdotes from their recent tour, his passion for performing evident in every word. Jen listened intently, captivated by his enthusiasm and the way he spoke with such genuine love for what he did.

As they walked back to the studio, Jen stole glances at Bangchan, her heart fluttering with a mixture of admiration and something she dared not name. She knew the boundaries between idol and staff were sacrosanct, yet couldn't deny the growing warmth in her chest whenever Bangchan's hand brushed against hers or their eyes met in shared laughter.

The days blurred into a routine of early mornings and late nights, each one bringing Jen closer to the members of Stray Kids in ways she hadn't anticipated. She found herself seeking out moments with Bangchan – stealing quiet conversations backstage, sharing knowing smiles during rehearsals – each interaction deepening their connection.

One rainy afternoon, Jen found herself alone with Bangchan in the makeup studio, the soft patter of rain against the windows creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. She touched up his makeup with gentle strokes, the closeness between them palpable yet unspoken.


Bangchan cleared his throat, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Jen, I... I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for us. You've brought so much to our team, and I'm really grateful."

Jen met his gaze, her heart skipping a beat at the earnestness in his eyes. "Thank you, Bangchan. It means a lot coming from you."

He smiled softly, his fingers grazing hers as he adjusted his posture. "You know, Jen, I feel like we've grown really close over these past few months."

Jen nodded slowly, a warmth spreading through her at his words. "Yeah, we have. And not just with you, but with all the members. It feels like... like a family."

Bangchan's smile widened, a flicker of something more in his eyes. "Yeah, it does."

The unspoken tension between them lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgment of feelings that danced beneath the surface. Jen's heart raced as she struggled to maintain the professional facade she had worked so hard to uphold.

As they parted ways that evening, Jen couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was on the precipice of something new and unfamiliar. She tucked her emotions away, burying them beneath the weight of responsibility and the unspoken rules that governed their world.

But deep down, she knew that her feelings for Bangchan were undeniable, a truth that would shape the course of their journey in ways neither of them could foresee.

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