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"Relax. You're shaking."
The deep voice came from across the table. Taehyun glanced up from the script in his hands, his cheeks already heating. Seojun was watching him, chin propped on one hand, eyes glinting with amusement.
"I'm not shaking," Taehyun muttered, clutching the pages tighter.
"You are," Seojun countered, leaning forward until their eyes met. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
The other cast members chuckled softly, mistaking the tension for friendly banter. But Taehyun's heart was pounding too hard for him to laugh.
The director called for the first run-through. Taehyun swallowed hard and began reading his lines. His voice was steady enough, but the moment Seojun leaned closer, his throat went dry.
The script called for a simple moment: the two characters holding hands, sharing a quiet exchange. But when Seojun's fingers brushed against his, Taehyun almost dropped the script.
"You have to look at me," Seojun whispered, though it wasn't part of the script. His thumb stroked Taehyun's knuckles lightly, his expression unreadable.
Taehyun's gaze snapped up. Their eyes locked. Something burned between them, quiet but consuming.
The director clapped. "Excellent chemistry! That's what I want to see."
Seojun smirked and finally released him. Taehyun pulled back, his ears burning red.
This was just acting. Just acting.
So why did it feel so real?
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