You were sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in your hands, papers spread across the coffee table, your legs curled under you.

Si-wan was next to you, flipping through the pages of his script for the new series he was filming—Squid Game.

You had been helping him rehearse lines for the past hour. Even though you weren't an actor, you enjoyed watching him work.

The way he took each line seriously, how he paused and thought about how to say things just right—it was fascinating.

And honestly? The show sounded really good.

Twisted, intense, emotional. Just the kind of drama that made you sit on the edge of your seat, unable to look away.

Even reading through a few scenes had you totally hooked.

You laughed, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

“Wait."

you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Does this count as spoilers?”

He looked up from the script, grinning.

“What?”

You gestured to the pages in front of you.

“This. Me reading your lines. Isn’t this, like... top secret or something? I mean, what if I accidentally leak something and the internet explodes?”

He laughed quietly, and without a word, he quickly folded the script and hid it behind his back, smiling like a kid who just got caught sneaking candy.

“Good job reminding me."

he said, eyes crinkling with amusement.

You both burst into laughter.

The moment was simple, but sweet. These were your favorite kinds of days—lazy afternoons, no pressure, just you and him and little pieces of his world shared with you.

He leaned his head on your shoulder for a second.

“But really… don’t tell anyone. Not even your best friend. I’d be in so much trouble.”

You smiled and leaned your head gently against his.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Mr. Superstar.”

He sighed in mock relief, then looked at you with a softer expression.

“I like it when you help me. You make everything feel less stressful.”

“You’re just saying that because I read your lines with emotion.”

you teased.

“I’m serious."

he replied.

“Sometimes filming gets heavy. It’s a lot. But when I come home and see you here… it makes everything feel okay.”

Your heart melted a little. He rarely said things like that—he was usually more playful, always joking.

But every once in a while, he let something real slip through. And when he did, it meant everything.

You looked at him, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter.

Not the show, not the spoilers, not the stress of work.

Just the two of you, sharing something small and real.

Then he broke the silence.

“So… one more scene?”

You groaned playfully.

“Fine. But only if you promise I get a spoiler-free hug afterward.”

He laughed.

“Deal.”

And just like that, the script was back in his hands, and the lines continued.

But now, they were wrapped in laughter and the quiet rhythm of something that felt a lot like love.