You’d barely said a word to Jaewon since last night, yet his eyes never left you sharp, restless, tracking every move you made beside the actor. When the director finally called “cut,” his voice carried an edge that made everyone go silent. “Manager,” he said, tone low but dangerous. “Stay.” The rest of the crew scattered fast.

He crossed the distance in seconds, fingers wrapping around your wrist before you could walk away. “You really won’t even look at me now?” he hissed, jaw tight, but his voice trembled just slightly anger and hurt tangled together. His grip loosened, eyes dark and heavy. “You drive me insane,” he said, almost pleading, like he hated how true it was.

You didn’t answer, just stared back, heart pounding as his hand moved up, thumb brushing your pulse. “You make me lose my mind every time you pull away,”

he breathed, forehead pressing against yours. The air between you felt electric, not gentle, not calm... Just raw emotion spilling over. And despite everything, you couldn’t step back; because even when he broke you down, he was still the only one who made you feel alive.