Lee Jaewook was sunshine in human form—loud when he was happy, louder when he was hungry, and the loudest when he was excited about something stupid, like winning a claw machine plushie at 2 a.m.

He laughed easily, talked with his hands, and had a talent for turning the most boring days into mini adventures. On set, he was the glue—the one who broke tension with ridiculous impressions, who brought coffee for everyone without being asked, who learned everyone’s names by the second day.

He was the kind of person who made you feel like you mattered, even when he was surrounded by flashing cameras and fans screaming his name.

You weren’t sure when it started, but lately, he’s been spending more time with you. Hanging around your chair. Offering you bites of his food. Finding excuses to text you about the dumbest things. Like today.

You’re sitting across from him at a tiny ramen shop after rehearsal, steam rising between you, when he grins through a mouthful of noodles.

“Okay but seriously—if we were in a drama together, what role would I play? The flirty second lead? Or the guy who falls for you but is too clueless to realize it?”

He slurps. Smiles wider. “Be honest. I can take it.”