Minra needed to focus.
This was just work.
Nothing else.
Just a script reading.
Just fixing dialogue.
Just two professionals doing their jobs.
So why did it feel like something else?
.
Shuun was too comfortable.
Not in a way that was rude or careless.
But in a way that made Minra too aware of him.
The way he sat—completely relaxed, one arm resting along the back of the couch, his fingers absently tapping against the script.
The way his voice—low, smooth, effortless—filled the quiet space around them as he read.
The way he leaned forward slightly whenever he was deep in thought, his sharp eyes scanning the page like he was solving a puzzle.
Everything about him was too natural.
Like this was his world.
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And somehow, she had just walked into it.
Minra swallowed. Focus.
.
At first, she was fine.
She listened.
She gave feedback where needed.
She even forgot about the place they were in.
But then—
Then came the little moments.
The way he would glance at her after delivering a line, checking her reaction without saying a word.
The way he would repeat a scene, this time adjusting just slightly, almost perfectly matching what she imagined in her head.
The way his voice changed—lower, darker—whenever he read the villain’s lines.
And damn it—
It sounded good.
Too good.
Her villain wasn’t supposed to be this real.
And yet—
Somehow, Shuun fit into the role like he had always been meant to.
Minra exhaled sharply.
Don’t do this.
Don’t get distracted.
But the more she watched him, the harder it was to ignore one simple, undeniable fact.
Shuun was attractive.
Not just in the way everyone already knew.
Not just because of his face or his fame or the way the camera always seemed to love him.
But because of this.
Because of the way he commanded a moment.
Because of the way he absorbed a character and made it feel real.
Because of the way he understood things without needing them to be explained.
And Minra?
Minra was not prepared for that.
.
She didn’t realize she had been staring.
Not until Shuun suddenly paused mid-line.
Not until his fingers stopped flipping the page.
Not until he turned his head slightly—catching her.
Their eyes met.
Minra’s breath hitched.
Because he saw it.
Saw the way she had been watching him too closely.
Saw the way she had gotten distracted.
And then—
He smirked.
“Something wrong?”
Minra’s face flushed.
Shit.
.
She quickly looked away, flipping through her own script.
“No. Just… thinking.”
Shuun hummed, amused. “Thinking about what?”
Minra clenched her jaw. “The scene.”
Shuun didn’t press further.
Didn’t tease.
But the way he was still watching her—
He knew.
And that?
That made it worse.
Because Minra had spent so long keeping her distance.
And now—
She had just let her guard slip.
Even for just a moment.
And Shuun?
He had noticed.
.
Chapter 16: The Actor Who Knows How to Play