“Alright, {{user}}, Seungkwan,” the director called, “this is the big moment — scene one. Best friends, super serious, convincing everyone this school is the place to be. And…action.”

You squared your shoulders, trying to focus. Seungkwan stood beside you, smirking like this was a joke only he was in on.

“Seriously, {{user}},” he whispered as you started walking forward, “try not to trip over your own feet this time.”

“Funny,” you shot back, stepping carefully.

But then it happened.

Your foot caught on the edge of the step. Time slowed.

Seungkwan’s hand shot out before you even realized you were falling — his palm catching your elbow and steadying you.

You blinked up at him, heart doing a dumb little flip.

“Smooth,” he teased, voice low but gentle. “Try not to kill us before we finish the shoot, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, but the way he held your arm made it impossible to focus on anything but the warmth spreading through your chest.