pairing: theo x reader & keeho x reader
contains: reader is an actor/actress and theo and keeho are actors asw, tension, love triangle, jealousy, confusion, kissing scenes
synopsis: when two new scenes with your coworkers keeho and theo requires kissing both of them you start to feel things you aren’t supposed to feel
a/n: AAAA GUYS HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR ONCE AGAIN 🤍 okay so i have three fics now for which im going to write a part two but im not sure which one to do first so i’ll make a poll for that
“I can’t do it…” you whimpered, clutching your side as pain tore through you.
Theo’s eyes filled with guilt as he caught you before you could fully sink to the floor, one hand gripping yours - gentle, but unyielding.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice tight, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Look at me. I’ve got you.”
Tears blurred your vision, everything that had happened crashing down on you all at once.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen…” you whispered.
Theo shook his head, thumb sweeping away the tears as if grounding you, his voice low and steady. “It wasn’t in your hands.”
Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, threatening to fall shut.
Theo noticed immediately, shaking you just enough to keep you present. “Stay with me. Please.”
You opened your mouth to speak - then hesitated.
“…Guys,” you sighed, rubbing your face as you broke character, “I forgot my line again.”
Theo blinked - and then laughed softly, letting go of you as the tension dissolved.
“Cut!” the director called out.
Theo’s hand lingered in yours for half a second longer than necessary. And you noticed.
“I don’t know why I have so much trouble remembering that line,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This has been the tenth take already.”
Theo shook his head gently. “Don’t worry,” he said, soft but sure. “It happens.”
Before you could respond, the director stepped in, gesturing toward the set. “Let’s take a short break before we continue.”
You nodded absently, already reaching for your water bottle.
He barely registered the director’s words at all - his gaze still fixed on you, lingering for a second too long. Like he was trying to separate the scene from reality.
You’d settled into one of the break rooms the cast usually used, sinking into the couch with a tired sigh. You weren’t entirely sure why you always ended up here — it had just become your spot. Somewhere quiet enough to breathe between takes.
You were still rolling your shoulders, trying to work out the leftover tension, when a familiar voice cut through the silence.
You looked up to find Keeho leaning against the doorway, a knowing smile already on his face.
“Don’t even ask, Keeho,” you groaned, leaning your head back against the couch.
He pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped further into the room. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re doing just fine.”
You shot him a sharp look, unimpressed.
He only laughed. “I mean it. And you know you can run lines with me whenever you want, right?”
“Oh, how thoughtful of you,” you deadpanned, lightly punching his arm.
“Wow,” he grinned, rubbing the spot dramatically. “And here I was offering my professional acting services.”
You laughed, pushing him lightly.
Theo entered the room, his eyes immediately finding you - pulled there without permission.
“Theo!” Keeho greeted, grinning. “How does it feel knowing this weirdo keeps ruining the takes?”
You scoffed and punched Keeho’s arm again, familiar by now. “Why are you like this, Keeho?”
“If you want, we can run over the scene again. Maybe that’ll help?” Theo offered, grabbing a nutrient bar from the snack table.
You blinked, surprised he even wanted to practice with you. “Oh- yeah. Sure.”
Theo smiled, small and genuine, already flipping through the script as he moved closer.
Keeho felt something twist in his chest at the sight - sharp and unfamiliar - but brushed it off just as quickly.
Probably nothing, he told himself.
When you got to set, Keeho immediately made his way over to you, eyes bright with barely contained excitement.
“We’re getting the new script today,” he announced - like it was the most important news in the world - before hooking his arm around yours and dragging you toward the reading room.
You laughed, stumbling slightly to keep up. “You’re way too excited about this.”
“Of course I am,” he shot back easily. “This is where everything gets interesting.”
If only you’d known how right he was.
Freshly printed scripts were handed out as you entered, and the two of you dropped into the first seats you could find.
Coincidentally, Theo was sitting in the seat next to you.
He offered you a polite smile - one you returned - before sliding two scripts your way.
You passed one to Keeho, who sat on your other side. Your fingers brushed in the process.
It was nothing. Completely ordinary.
Still, Keeho felt something flutter uncomfortably in his stomach.
He ignored it, straightening in his seat as the writers instructed everyone to open their scripts and skim through.
When you turned the first page, you expected nothing more than minor revisions. But when your eyes skimmed the lines, your breath caught.
One with Theo’s character. And one with Keeho’s.
You didn’t usually think twice about scenes like this.
So it surprised you when you did.
It wasn’t dread - just a strange awareness you couldn’t quite place, settling in your chest before you brushed it off.
One of the writers spoke up, calling out your name along with the two sitting beside you.
“I’m guessing you’ve seen the scenes we added,” he said, glancing between the three of you.
“Yeah,” Keeho said, shrugging. “We can handle it.”
Then he grinned, slinging an arm loosely along the back of your chair. “I’ll just pretend I like this weirdo for the cameras,” he added, tapping his temple with his free hand. “Nothing new.”
Laughter rippled through the room.
You shoved him playfully, wanting to defend yourself when Theo responded as well.
“Yeah,” he said simply. “We’ll make it work.”
But his fingers tightened briefly around the edge of his script before he let go.
Later, after the table read, you and Keeho ended up in the break room again. For some reason, the two of you always lingered there - even when filming had already wrapped for the day.
You were rereading the script when Keeho nudged your shoulder lightly.
“You looking forward to our scene?” he asked with a grin.
You rolled your eyes, even as your heartbeat betrayed you. “Not at all.”
He leaned closer, close enough that you had to look up at him, brows furrowing in question.
His smile turned playful - smooth, teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
The silence stretched between you.
Then, quieter, he said, “Don’t fall in love with me.”
Your heart skipped - just once - but you shoved him away before it could linger, attention snapping back to the script.
“Won’t be a problem, Keeho.”
He laughed it off - but the words stayed with you longer than they should have.
The next time you saw Keeho was the day you were scheduled to film the kissing scene with him.
You’d arrived earlier than usual, claiming a quiet corner of the break room while you mentally prepared yourself for what was coming.
Of course, Keeho found you almost immediately when he showed up, clearly taking the opportunity to tease you just a little more.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips as he dropped into the chair across from you.
You shot him a glare, keeping your expression neutral even as you forced yourself to stay still.
“I guess you are, since you’re not answering,” he said with a grin, leaning back in his chair.
For some reason, you found yourself pausing, really looking at him for the first time. Not just at his face, but the way he carried himself, the way he always seemed so… confident.
You knew he was attractive. Keeho was undeniably handsome - tall, easy smile, effortless charm.
But that didn’t mean anything. Not really.
“I think you should just shut up and start practicing your lines or something,” you muttered, trying to reclaim the calm you’d found before he barged in.
“Will do, ma’am.” He sat up straight, and despite yourself, a small smile cracked through.
“Guys, the scene is about to be filmed,” someone called, stepping in and motioning for the two of you to head to set.
The scene started with a fight.
“Are you serious?” you yelled, shoving Keeho. “You should be thanking me! Without me, you would’ve never made it on time!”
Keeho staggered back just enough to sell it, his expression exaggerated for the camera.
“Oh, come on! I totally had it under control. You just like bossing me around!”
You scoffed, hands on your hips. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that while I carry the day.” You rolled your eyes.
Keeho stepped closer, his gaze locking onto yours with quiet intensity. “Hm…”
“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to ground yourself in the character’s confusion.
“Maybe I should just… show you my appreciation,” he said, voice low, almost seductive. It was something you had never heard from Keeho before, and, strangely, it seemed to do… something to you.
You paused, still in character, tensing slightly.
For a moment, it felt like you were staring into each other’s eyes forever. The world around you faded.
And why did your heart skip a beat?
Keeho took a few steps back, holding your gaze a beat too long before turning to the director.
He’d been close to you a hundred times before.
But this time felt different.
The director offered a few notes before calling for another take.
This time, when Keeho stepped closer, your breath hitched - and it wasn’t acting.
“Maybe I should just… show you my appreciation,” he said again, voice low, teasing in a way you’d never heard from him before.
You forced yourself to stay in character. “What do you mean by that?”
It came out tighter than you intended.
His gaze held yours, something unreadable flickering behind it. You told yourself it was just nerves. Just the scene.
He leaned in, nose nearly brushing yours. Then his lips hovered near your ear.
That definitely wasn’t in the script.
And then his lips were on yours.
The kiss was warm - softer than you expected, more intentional. His hands framed your face carefully, like he was afraid of crossing a line even as he did.
Part of you screamed scene.
Another part of you didn’t care.
When the director called “Cut!”, you pulled apart almost immediately.
You kept your face neutral, your breathing steady - or tried to.
Keeho stepped back first.
His smile was already in place.
The director clapped her hands together. “That was amazing, you two!”
You and Keeho walked over as she continued, clearly pleased. “That line change was everything, Keeho. Truly- chef’s kiss.”
Keeho laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah? Guess I had a moment of inspiration.”
“Clearly,” she smiled. “Let’s take five. We’ll reset for the next setup.”
As the crew dispersed, Keeho turned to you, expression already back in place - easy, familiar.
“See?” he grinned. “Told you I’d carry the scene.”
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“Yet effective,” he shot back, nudging your shoulder. “You okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Just… caught off guard.”
He waved it off like it was nothing. “Occupational hazard.”
And then - just as quickly - he stepped back, already retreating. “I’m gonna grab some water.”
He didn’t wait for a response.
The moment he rounded the corner, the smile slipped.
Keeho stopped in the empty hallway, exhaling slowly as he leaned against the wall. The echo of the director’s praise replayed in his head - amazing, chef’s kiss - but all he could think about was the way your lips had felt against his.
He scrubbed a hand down his face, jaw tightening.
It was acting, he told himself. That’s literally my job.
So why did his chest still feel tight?
Why did the thought of tomorrow’s shoot - of you standing that close to Theo - suddenly bother him more than it should?
When Keeho returned to set, he passed Theo on the way.
Theo stood near the monitors, script loosely folded in his hands, gaze unfocused - like his body had returned, but his mind hadn’t quite caught up yet.
He had seen the scene. Watched every second of it.
And it had stirred something in him he couldn’t quite name - sharp and unfamiliar, settling uncomfortably in his chest.
Keeho greeted him with a nod as he passed.
Keeho headed back toward set, slipping into himself like nothing had happened. The easy grin slid back into place, effortless and practiced.
But the moment his eyes lifted, he noticed you weren’t where you’d been before.
The smile faltered - just slightly.
His gaze swept the room, scanning faces, corners, doorways, until it finally landed on you near the monitors.
Keeho’s chest tightened all over again, sharp and unwelcome.
And suddenly, the thought of tomorrow felt like something he wasn’t sure he was ready to survive.
The next day felt the same - and yet, entirely different.
You were still incredibly nervous. But this time, the nerves were tangled with something unfamiliar - a lingering confusion from the day before that you hadn’t quite been able to shake.
This time, you found yourself in the break room again.
Only, Keeho wasn’t there.
You knew he was on set that day - you’d seen him earlier, laughing with the crew - but he hadn’t stopped by. Hadn’t popped in with a joke. Hadn’t checked on you the way he usually did before filming.
It shouldn’t have bothered you.
You were still sitting there when filming was about to start, fingers worrying at the sleeve of your jacket, when Theo appeared in the doorway.
He hesitated for a split second before stepping inside.
His heart was pounding - not just from nerves, but from the weight of what was about to happen.
“Hey,” he murmured, and the sound of his voice alone pulled your attention to him instantly. “You ready?”
There was something careful in the way he asked - worry threading through his tone, like he could sense that this wasn’t just another scene for you.
You swallowed and nodded, offering a small smile.
Theo studied your face for a second longer than necessary, like he was deciding whether to believe you.
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward - just heavy.
Then he held out his hand, palm up, waiting. Not rushing. Not teasing.
You took it, letting him pull you to your feet, his grip steady and warm.
And for the first time that day, you wondered if this was going to be harder than you’d expected.
The walk to set was quiet - not uncomfortable, just calm. Theo matched your pace without comment, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.
Just before you reached the stage, he stopped.
“If anything feels off,” he said, meeting your eyes, “we can stop. No questions asked.”
“Okay,” you replied, quieter than before.
He nodded once, satisfied, then gestured ahead. “You ready?”
You weren’t sure if you were - but for some reason, standing next to him made it feel manageable.
While the crew finished up final touches and adjusted lights, you let your gaze drift - only for it to land on Theo.
You quickly looked away, annoyed with yourself.
It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t.
As if acting alongside one attractive man wasn’t complicated enough already, now there was Theo - calm, focused, effortlessly handsome in a way that made it hard to look anywhere else for too long.
His features were almost distracting. The kind you noticed without meaning to, the kind your brain clocked before you could stop it.
You forced yourself to refocus, exhaling quietly.
Get it together, you told yourself.
Even if your pulse didn’t quite agree.
When the start of the scene was announced, you and Theo slipped into character almost immediately.
He sat down beside you on the narrow bench, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him through your sleeve. Instinctively, you turned to look at him - and the smile that settled on your face came easier than you expected.
“Knew I’d find you here,” he said, voice soft, fond. Almost intimate.
It felt almost too real - like he wasn’t acting at all - and the realization caught you off guard.
You let out a quiet laugh, hoping it sounded natural. “You just know me too well.”
Theo’s gaze lingered on you, steady and unreadable, as if he was searching for something beneath the words.
And for the first time, you weren’t entirely sure where the character ended - and where he began.
His fingers laced with yours, grounding and warm. For a split second, your mind went completely blank.
“Cut,” the director called.
“Your timing was off,” she added gently. “Let’s reset.”
Theo notices. He doesn’t say much - but he feels it.
During the second take, you forgot your line.
It slipped clean out of your mind the moment Theo looked at you, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as scripted.
“Cut,” the director called, not unkindly.
You exhaled sharply, frustration flooding your chest as you dropped your gaze. What was wrong with you?
This scene wasn’t even that difficult. You knew the lines. You’d rehearsed them. And yet, everything inside your head felt tangled - like your thoughts refused to settle in the right place.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered instinctively, rubbing at your temple.
“Its okay,” Theo said softly, “You good?”
You hesitated for half a second too long.
“Yeah,” you said finally, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
He didn’t look convinced - but he didn’t push either.
“Alright,” the director called. “Let’s go again.”
The third time, things went smoother.
You weren’t sure if it was because you’d finally found your footing - or because the way Theo looked at you made it impossible to forget where you were supposed to be.
His fingers curled around yours again.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, voice softer now, careful.
You scoffed lightly, staying perfectly in character as you shook your head. “You know I can’t stay mad at you.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “That’s dangerous information.”
His gaze flickered - not scripted, not exaggerated - down to your lips for half a second before returning to your eyes.
Something about it made your breath hitch.
He scooted closer, his face was only inches away. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, close enough that the world outside the set seemed to quiet.
His eyes searched yours - not rushed, not demanding.
And you weren’t sure anymore if it was his character asking… or Theo himself.
You swallowed, heart pounding, and stayed still.
His hand lifted to your jaw gently, reverently, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile. When his lips met yours, the kiss was slow - unhurried in a way that felt almost intimate.
It wasn’t desperate like yesterday.
It was careful. Intentional. Lingering.
Your mind screamed focus, but your body responded anyway - fingers tightening in his sleeve, breath catching as you melted into the moment despite yourself.
For a second, you forgot the cameras.
Forgot everything except the way his thumb brushed your cheek, grounding you there.
The word broke through the haze.
Theo pulled back immediately - but not fast enough to pretend nothing had happened.
His eyes stayed on yours, searching your face like he was afraid of what he might find there.
You exhaled, the breath you’d apparently been holding finally leaving your chest. Your heart was racing, and you weren’t entirely sure if it was from the acting or something else entirely.
Theo cleared his throat, eyes flicking away first.
“Good job,” he said quietly, professional, but not quite convincing.
Professional. Safe. And still not enough to stop the way his chest ached.
“Yeah,” you replied, just as soft. “You too.”
It should’ve felt finished after that.
Theo stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck like he needed something to do with his hands. He offered you a small smile - warm, almost apologetic - before turning toward the monitors.
And that’s when you noticed him.
Keeho stood a few feet away, arms crossed loosely, posture relaxed - but his expression wasn’t. He didn’t smile. Didn’t joke. Didn’t say a word.
Something about the way his gaze held yours made your stomach twist, like you’d missed something important.
The director’s voice cut through the moment, calling out notes to the crew, and you tore your eyes away - just for a second.
When you looked back, Keeho was gone.
You stood there longer than necessary, the set suddenly feeling emptier than it should have. Like something had slipped through your fingers before you even realized you were holding it.
And for the first time since filming started, you didn’t know who you wanted to find first.
Keeho found himself in the parking lot, keys already in his hand, sliding into his car and pulling out without really thinking.
He didn’t know where he was going. Just that staying felt unbearable.
The engine hummed beneath him, the city blurring past the windshield as muscle memory took over. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, then loosened, then tightened again - like he couldn’t quite decide what to do with the energy buzzing under his skin.
Yesterday’s kiss replayed uninvited. The surprise of it. The warmth. The way you’d stilled for half a second before leaning in.
They shouldn’t feel different. They were scenes. Lines. Blocking. Camera angles.
So why did one feel like a mistake he couldn’t stop thinking about - and the other like something he’d arrived at too late?
Keeho exhales sharply, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stops at a red light. He leans his head back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut.
You were a coworker. A friend. Someone he teased, someone he felt comfortable around - someone he absolutely should not be comparing himself to Theo over.
The image of you standing so close to Theo today, smiling in a way Keeho hadn’t realized he was memorizing, makes his chest tighten all over again.
He starts the car back up when the light turns green, driving with no destination in mind - just trying to outrun a realization he doesn’t quite want to name yet.
Theo found himself in a room that was mostly unoccupied, the door clicking shut softly behind him.
The sudden quiet felt almost deafening.
He leaned back against the nearest wall, script still folded loosely in his hand like he hadn’t realized he’d brought it with him. His chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to steady his breathing.
That’s what everyone had said.
So why did his hands still feel warm, like they remembered the weight of yours?
Theo glanced down at his fingers, flexing them slightly - half expecting the sensation to fade. It didn’t.
The way you’d looked at him during the scene replayed in his mind. The way your smile had softened, the way your breath had caught when he took your hand.
He knew acting. He knew chemistry. He knew the difference.
And this hadn’t felt like pretending.
Theo let his head fall back against the wall, eyes drifting shut.
He’d been careful. He’d told himself to keep it professional, to treat you the same way he always had.
But somewhere between the first take and the final one, something had shifted.
The realization settled slowly, uncomfortably.
Not in a fleeting, surface-level way - but in a way that made him hesitate now.
Theo exhaled quietly, rubbing a hand over his face.
And for the first time since the shoot had started, Theo wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act when the cameras weren’t rolling.
You weren’t doing so good yourself.
After a few half-hearted conversations and polite smiles you barely registered, you made your excuses and headed home earlier than planned.
The drive passed in a blur of red lights and empty streets, your hands steady on the wheel while your mind was anything but.
Keeho’s kiss replayed first - unexpected, warm, charged in a way that had knocked the air from your lungs. The way he’d looked at you afterward, like something had shifted before he’d even realized it himself.
Gentler. Intentional. The way his thumb had brushed over your hand like he was asking a question instead of taking something. The way his eyes searched your face, even after the director called cut.
You swallowed, fingers tightening around your keys as you pulled into your driveway.
Inside your apartment, the silence greeted you immediately.
You kicked off your shoes, leaning back against the wall as if the weight of the day had finally caught up to you.
This wasn’t supposed to be complicated.
They were scenes. Just acting. Something you’d done a hundred times before.
So why did it feel different?
Why did Keeho’s absence today sting more than you wanted to admit?
Why did Theo’s presence linger even after you’d left?
You slid down the wall slowly, sitting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest.
Two completely different feelings.
And you didn’t know which one scared you more.
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