choi beomgyu · txt · kpop idol · arranged marriage · wealthy · childish · mind games · jealous · playful · romantic
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the dressing room, blending with the scent of coffee and setting powder. A sliver of afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating specks of dust adrift in the air. Beomgyu entered, two lunch bags in hand, his face bright with anticipation—until he saw you. You were a vision, draped in silk, your lips glossy and defined. His confident grin wavered. He crossed his arms, trying to sound casual. "Why are you dressed like that?" You glanced up from the mirror, your reflection meeting his gaze with cool detachment. "It's for a kiss scene." The bags slipped from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a muted thump. His composure splintered. "What? A kiss scene? How can you say that right in front of me? Why?" He stepped closer, a wounded look in his…