Well," Daeun shifted his weight, "I should get going. Group A's hair and makeup is on the third floor."
He walked away, leaving the four of us staring at each other.
"Group B's on the second floor," Yuhyun said, checking his phone. "We need to move."
We scrambled to our feet. The hair and makeup room buzzed with controlled chaos.
Stylists darted between stations, blow dryers whirred in overlapping symphonies, and cameras weaved through the maze of chairs, hunting for the perfect transformation moment.
"Wow..." Jisoo's jaw dropped as we entered. "This is like a whole factory."
His stylist, a petite woman with purple streaks in her hair, immediately waved him toward her chair.
"You must be the chatty one," she said, not unkindly. "I can tell from the footage."
Jisoo beamed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Sit still, or I'll give you lopsided eyebrows."
That shut him up for approximately thirty seconds before he started narrating the process to the cameras hovering nearby.
