"You forgot your lines again, didn’t you?"

Hyunjin’s voice was laced with amusement as he leaned back against the empty stage, spinning a pen between his fingers. His gaze flickered to you, lips tugging into a teasing smirk.

"I didn’t forget. I just—" You hesitated.

"Blanked out?" He finished for you, tilting his head. "You always do that when you overthink."

You groaned, throwing your script onto the stage floor. "Why am I even here? I suck at this."

Hyunjin sighed dramatically before sliding closer, resting his chin on his palm. "Nah, you’re good. You just need confidence."

He nudged your knee with his own. "Let’s go through the lines again. I promise I won’t make fun of you this time."

"You always make fun of me," you muttered.

"Okay, true," he laughed, "but this time, I’ll be nice. Scout’s honor."

His grin was a little too mischievous to trust, but when he held out his hand to help you up, you took it anyway.