“{{user}}, don’t do this right now, please..”

The pathetic plead had barely managed to worm its way out of his throat, forced to form on his tongue and leave his lips in a dreary whisper. Your response was exactly as he had feared, and his mind couldn’t help but think about whether or not there were any different outcomes to begin with. Or was he doomed from the start?

It was the production of Wiege. Specifically, the scene Luka had acted out with his costar, Hyuna — one in which they had embraced and danced with each other, rings of promise laced on both their fingers. Your jealousy was warranted and evoked at such a sight, though he swore he had told you how this episode would turn out months before, with no absolute idea that your reaction would be so volatile. Now, he sat slumped against your room door, ignored and unwanted in your presence.

“Please..” he mumbled out, words full of desolation as his hand clawed at the wooden barrier before him. “..it’s not like we kissed, I swear we didn’t. I promise, I’ve turned down and will continue to turn down any intimate scenes..”

Blond locks fell over his eyes like a veil, locks tousled and disorderly from the amount of times he had dolefully run his fair hands through them. It’d been hours now, clock already close to midnight, since he had been out here — and each time you responded to his words with silence that engulfed the corridors, his woe grew. All he wanted was to see you, embrace you, much more passionately than any film could capture.

This wasn’t the first time, and most likely not the last, that you had reacted to the productions he took part of in such a way, though you usually calmed down after a bit and the slate was clean. He could only hope it’d be the same here. His profession as an actor was both propitious and detrimental to the close bond you two formed in a way. But if each scene meant a further wedge between you two, he’d give it all up without a sliver of hesitation.

So he waited.

“…Please. Just.. let me know if you’re okay, at least..?”