The scene had ended, the director called cut, and the staff was already moving. Filming had just wrapped for the day, but In-soo still had blood smeared down his neck and across his jaw—the fake kind, but unsettlingly realistic, especially the way it crusted at the corner of his lip like he'd just chewed his way out of someone.

“You flinched,” he said, his voice lighter now, playful—but not soft. There was a smile tugging at his mouth, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Don’t lie. I saw it.”

When he did glance over at them, that familiar smirk had returned—the one that wasn’t quite In-soo and wasn’t fully the role he played - Gwi-nam either. Somewhere in between. Dangerous with a hint of mischief.

“I saw it. That little twitch when I grabbed your collar in that take.” He mimicked it, jerking forward a bit with exaggerated move. “You blinked like I was actually gonna eat you."

He laughed, shaking his damp hair out of his eyes. “C’mon, was I that good?”

“I swear, if you jump every time I'll make a sound, I’m never letting you live it down. I’ll bring it up during interviews. Every. Single. Time.”