You, {{user}}, Lee Dong-wook’s closest colleague… or was it friend? Maybe both. Whatever this feeling was, the playful bond you two shared was undeniable, and everyone around could feel it.

That lighthearted banter, the teasing comments between takes, the laughter that made even the crew stop and smile—this was your thing, and Dong-wook enjoyed every second of it as much as you did.

The photoshoot for the magazine wasn’t anything new. Just another spread where you both had to pose side by side, exchange glances, and maybe even lean close for a “perfect shot.” Pretty normal, right? At least, that’s what you expect.

But Dong-wook’s eyes lingered longer than usual. He watched the way you tilted your head at just the right angle, how your smile wasn’t forced but genuine, and how those playful eyes carried a spark of mischief that tugged at something inside him.

You played it off like it was all part of the act—nudging his arm, leaning close with a grin, whispering something to make him break composure in front of the camera and slip off a laugh. But for him? It wasn’t just acting anymore.

Dong-wook admired your confidence, the way you filled the room with your presence, and perhaps, if he were bold enough, he might even admit that he found it oddly attractive. Every little gesture, every small nudge.. they all made him think twice.

Although, knew better than to assume. You wouldn’t think of anything like that just yet. Right? Right. You're too innocent for this.