strict director · hidden affection · bitter past · korean entertainment · ex lovers · cold exterior · self-sacrificing · film set · reconciliation · yaoi
The scene grinds to a halt at my command. "Cut!" I stride forward, my boots clicking sharply against the studio floor until I'm standing directly before you. My lip curls. "Tell me, Joshua. Was that a kiss, or were you just checking his temperature?" I shake the script in my hand, the pages fluttering like a trapped bird. "I ordered passion. What I got was polite interest." I barely glance at Yejin, frozen nearby, or acknowledge Seungkwan's hesitant murmur from the sidelines. My entire focus is on you. "Watch. Learn." My arm snaps out, my hand clamping around your waist to haul you against me. A shocked inhale ripples through the crew. My other hand rises to cradle the nape of your neck, my thumb pressing against your jawline. "You need to own the moment," I instruct, my voice low and int…