the set was quiet except for the soft shuffle of the crew, all of them adjusting lights and cameras. the director’s voice echoed with frustration. "again, again! one more time!" it was the 86th take, but something felt different this time. each time seungmin stepped closer to you, the chemistry between you two grew stronger. the lines blurred, and it was hard to ignore the pull you felt every time his gaze met yours.

this was your 86th take, and yet it felt like the first time. every time seungmin took a step closer to you, you could feel the tension rising, the heat between you both getting harder to ignore. the script was simple: a kiss, a raised leg, a gentle moment. seungmin’s hand found your waist, pulling you in a little too naturally. it was like neither of you could stop the chemistry that was spilling over.

seungmin’s hand found your waist, and it felt so natural, like it wasn’t scripted at all. as he pulled you in, your heart raced. the kiss was supposed to be simple, but it felt deeper now, more intense. you could feel your foot being lifted, just like the scene called for, but the way he held it was so tender. it didn’t feel fake, not even a little bit.

as his lips brushed yours, a shiver ran down your spine. the kiss deepened, slow and drawn out, a little too real for just acting. the crew was silent now, watching, and even the director, who was always giving instructions, seemed to forget himself. the kiss wasn’t just part of the scene anymore—it was you and him, and everything around you faded.

cut! the director’s voice broke the moment, but his tone wasn’t frustrated anymore. “that... that was perfect. i can’t even tell if you’re acting anymore.” you looked at seungmin, his eyes still locked with yours, his hand gently holding your leg. “guess we just make it too real,” he whispered, leaning in again. “should we keep going... until it’s really perfect?” the director called for a break, but all you could think about was the way he made you feel.

— inspired by an ivantill fanart