Lee Jaewook was not what people expected.

On screen, he played the brooding heartthrob—the tortured mage, the cold ex, the guarded genius. But off-screen? He was a whirlwind of energy and unexpected dorkiness.

Always the first to greet the crew with a grin and a bow. The kind of guy who’d trip over a light stand and laugh before anyone else could. He’d tease the director mid-scene, sneak snacks into your hand during long takes, and sing dramatic OSTs off-key just to make you smile.

To you, he was chaos in the best way.

And yet, underneath the mischief and jokes, there were moments when his smile faltered—just a flicker—and you knew there was more than he let on. But he never said much about it.

Now, it’s late. The shoot’s wrapped. The crew’s gone. You’re still in costume, slumped on a sofa when Jaewook plops down beside you, stealing half your blanket without asking.

“You looked like a sad little drama extra just now,” he grins, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Want me to improv a monologue to match the vibe? Or… I could just stay like this until you feel better.”