K found out the same way most people did, through the announcement video.
He was lounging in the practice room, towel around his neck, scrolling on his phone between rehearsals when the notification popped up: “New Drama Confirmed!”
He blinked. Then blinked again.
“…Huh.”
When you came home that evening, he was already waiting, leaning casually against the counter, arms folded, a faint smile tugging at his lips like he’d been saving it all day.
“So,” he drawled, eyes glinting as you stepped out of your shoes. “You and Fuma, huh?”
You paused mid-step, already laughing. “Oh my god, did you really wait all day just to say that?”
He gave a slow shrug, pushing off the counter to meet you halfway. “It’s not every day my s/o gets cast in a drama with one of my members. I feel like I deserve a little gossip.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You jealous?”
K snorted. “Of Fuma?” He tilted his head. “Nah. But I’m definitely going to be watching your scenes with a magnifying glass.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s not even a romance.”
“Still. If he so much as breathes near you dramatically, I’m calling cut from the audience.”
You both laughed, and when he pulled you into a loose hug, it was all warmth and affection, no possessiveness, no tension. Just the easy closeness you always shared.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmured against your hair. “It’s gonna be huge. He’s lucky to work with you.”
You grinned, squeezing his hand. “He better memorize his lines fast. I’ve got standards now.”
K pulled back just enough to flash you a mock-scandalized look. “You mean I wasn’t already setting the bar?”
“You’re the blueprint,” you teased. “He’s just following stage directions.”
And that made him grin wide, cheeks dimpling, eyes sparkling, before he kissed your forehead and said, “Good answer.”
FUMA :
The news dropped during lunch break.
He was mid-bite, chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, when one of the staff waved their phone and said, “Hey, look at this! (name) and K are gonna be co-leads in a drama!”
Fuma blinked, the words sinking in like water through glass. He swallowed slowly, reached for his own phone, and sure enough, the press release was already trending.
He stared at the article for a few seconds, lips twitching.
Later that night, when you walked through the door, excited, a little nervous, practically glowing, Fuma was already waiting on the couch, lounging like nothing was out of the ordinary. But there was a spark in his eyes you couldn’t quite read.
“So,” he started, drawing out the word. “You and K, huh?”
You blinked. “…Don’t start.”
He raised both hands, innocent. “I’m just saying. Interesting casting.”
You crossed the room with a huff and dropped beside him on the couch. “It’s just acting.”
He turned his head to look at you, lips tugging into a smirk. “I know. And you’re gonna be amazing. But also,” he leaned in, voice lowering just a bit, “if he gets fake-married to you on screen, I’m not attending the wrap party.”
You laughed. “You are so dramatic.”
“I’m so supportive,” he corrected. “But I’m also gonna give K hell in rehearsals for stealing my lead.”
You grinned, nudging his shoulder. “He’s not stealing anything.”
Fuma’s gaze softened then, all teasing fading as he reached to brush your hair behind your ear. “I know. I just… like having you to myself.”
Your smile turned gentler. “You always will. Even if I get pretend-married, fake-elope, and have five imaginary kids with K on screen.”
He laughed at that, finally letting the tension roll off. “Just make sure one of them has my eyes.”
You leaned in and kissed him, slow, reassuring, fond. “They all will.”
He pulled you into his chest after that, arms warm around your waist. “Break a leg, okay?” he whispered. “I’m proud of you. And I’ll be watching every single scene.”
“…To support me?”
“To judge K’s every move.”
You snorted. “Unbelievable.”
But you were smiling, and so was he.
NICHOLAS :
It came up casually over dinner, the way big things sometimes do.
You were setting down your bowl when you glanced up and said, “Oh. They announced the drama today. I got the lead role.”
Nicholas’s eyes lit up immediately. “Wait, the drama? The one you were waiting on?”
You nodded, grinning. “Mhm. And guess who’s the other lead?”
He leaned forward, eyes wide. “Who?”
You hesitated, just long enough to be suspicious. “Euijoo.”
There was a beat of silence. Nicholas blinked once. Then slowly leaned back in his chair, eyebrows lifting.
“…Our Euijoo?”
“Mmhm.”
Nicholas pressed his lips together like he was trying very hard not to smile. “You mean to tell me that out of every actor in Korea, they paired you with the nicest guy I know? I’m supposed to be okay with this?”
You raised a brow. “So if it wasn’t Euijoo…?”
“Oh, I’d be ten times more annoying,” he said instantly, pointing his chopsticks at you. “I’d be asking for script previews. Demanding to visit the set. Making sure your ‘romantic tension’ is exactly PG-rated.’”
You snorted. “And now?”
Nicholas finally let the grin break through. “Now I’m just mildly suspicious. Because Euijoo’s too respectful, too sweet, too… I don’t know, angelic.”
You leaned your elbow on the table, smirking. “And that’s a problem?”
He narrowed his eyes, playful. “It is when he gets paid to look at you like you’re the only person in the world.”
You laughed then, reaching across to brush your fingers over his wrist. “You know it’s just acting, right?”
“Oh, I know,” he said, curling his fingers around yours. “But if he gets to be your love interest on screen, then I get to be your love interest everywhere else. I’ll take backstage kisses. Post-rehearsal cuddles. And,” he paused, eyes twinkling, “front-row seats to all the press conferences.”
You grinned. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet,” he said, leaning in, “still your favorite.”
You kissed him softly over the table, just once, just enough.
He pulled back with a wink. “Tell Euijoo if he gets too good at pretending, I might just start acting too. As your jealous boyfriend.”
You laughed, heart full. “Only pretend?”
“…Maybe not.”
EJ :
You waited until after dinner to tell him. Not because you were worried, Euijoo was never the type to jump to jealousy, but because the moment felt too cozy to interrupt. The dishes were washed, the lights dim, and the two of you sat curled up on the couch, your legs tangled beneath a shared blanket.
So you said it casually, like it was just another update in your day.
“They confirmed the cast for the drama today.”
Euijoo turned his head slightly on the cushion. “Yeah? Did they pick a lead opposite you?”
You nodded, biting your lip. “…Nicholas.”
His brow lifted just a little, and he let out a short hum, somewhere between surprise and amusement. “Nicholas, huh?”
You nodded again, waiting for something more, but he just smiled softly and reached for his cup of tea, blowing on the steam before taking a sip.
“Wow,” he said, almost to himself. “That’s gonna be interesting.”
“Interesting good or interesting ‘I need to have a word with him’?”
Euijoo laughed gently, shaking his head. “No, no. Nicholas is great. He’s… funny. Charming. Natural on camera. A little too good at flirting, maybe.”
You squinted playfully. “Sounds like someone’s feeling a tiny bit possessive.”
He grinned, that bashful tilt to his smile you’d always loved. “Maybe just a little. I mean, it’s Nicholas. He flirts without even trying. You blink and suddenly he’s got the nation swooning.”
You scooted closer under the blanket, pressing your shoulder into his. “Good thing I’ve already got someone who does that to me.”
That made him quiet for a second, his eyes searching yours. Then he set his cup down and reached for your hand under the blanket, lacing your fingers together.
“I’m really proud of you,” he said, voice lower now. “You’ve worked so hard for this. I don’t care if you’re paired with Nicholas or the whole K-drama elite, just know I’ll be the one cheering you on the loudest.”
You leaned your head against his. “Not even a little jealous?”
“Oh, I’ll probably whine about it to him later,” Euijoo teased softly. “Something like: ‘just so you know, she’s mine after the cameras stop rolling.’”
You giggled. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Fitting, since I’m dating an actor now.”
There was something about the way he looked at you then, quiet pride, unshaken trust, and that shy affection that always bloomed at the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t worried. He didn’t need to be.
You were his. And he knew that, even if the whole world was watching you fall in love on screen.
YUMA :
You were nervous. Not because you thought he’d be upset, but because Yuma noticed everything. Every shift in your tone, every half-second pause, every flicker of hesitation. He was impossible to hide things from, which is why you told him sooner rather than later.
The two of you were sitting on the floor in his apartment, surrounded by half-unpacked takeout boxes and soda cans. Your script was tucked in your lap, untouched, and he was fiddling with his phone, music playing low from the speaker.
“So,” you said, too casually, “They finalized the cast today.”
Yuma glanced up. “Oh yeah? Who’s your co-lead?”
You looked down at your hands. “Jo.”
There was a small beat of silence, just the kind Yuma used when he was processing something. Then,
“…Jo, huh?”
You risked a peek at his face. His brows were raised slightly, his lips pressed together in a line that could’ve meant anything. But then he nodded once and said, “Nice. You two’ll look good on screen.”
You blinked. “You think so?”
He gave a soft, crooked smile. “Yeah. Jo’s sweet. He’ll take care of you on set.”
A pause.
Then he leaned forward, poking a piece of chicken with his chopsticks and avoiding your gaze like it was just any other Tuesday night.
“Though,” he added, almost too lightly, “he better not get too into character. Or I’m gonna have to drop by the set more than I planned.”
You laughed. “Yuma.”
“I’m kidding,” he said, grinning now. “Mostly.”
You crawled over to sit beside him, head resting against his shoulder. “You’re really okay with it?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he nudged your knee with his. “I’ve never not been okay with your dreams. You’re good at this. And Jo’s our friend. So yeah, I’m good. Just…”
“Just?”
He turned to look at you, really look at you, and his expression softened, teasing melting into something quieter.
“Just don’t be surprised if I start showing up with lunch on shoot days,” he murmured. “And maybe a few suspicious glares.”
You grinned. “You gonna stake out my trailer too?”
He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Nah. I trust you.”
Then, under his breath, with a playful glint in his eye,
“…It’s Jo I’m keeping an eye on.”
JO :
He didn’t say anything at first.
You’d just finished reading through your contract aloud, the final line confirming it: Harua, your co-star. Your romantic co-star.
Jo was sitting on the floor beside the coffee table, one knee propped up, a pen still between his fingers where he’d been doodling on a napkin absentmindedly while you talked. The pen paused. His eyes stayed on the doodle for a second too long.
You shifted, watching him carefully. “Jo?”
He blinked, looked up at you with a slow nod. “Mhm. That’s… great news.”
The words were right, but the tone was just a little too even, like he was adjusting to the information as it left his own mouth.
You tilted your head. “You sure? I know Harua’s, well, he’s… Harua. The internet’s already freaking out.”
Jo set the pen down gently. “I’m not worried about Harua,” he said, then added with a small smile, “I mean, okay, maybe I’m, like, 2% worried.”
You raised an eyebrow.
He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not about him. It’s just… you’re going to be spending all this time together. Late rehearsals, chemistry reads, filming all those soft, romantic scenes…” He trailed off, shaking his head at himself.
“You’re jealous,” you said, amused.
Jo groaned, leaning back dramatically against the couch. “Maybe a tiny bit… But it’s not even about him. It’s the fact that someone else gets to spend all that time with you.”
You snorted. “Jo.”
He sat up again, reaching out to tug your hand into his lap, lacing your fingers together. His voice was gentler now.
“I’m really proud of you. Like, insanely proud. You’re gonna kill this role, and Harua’s gonna make you look even better. I just…” He paused. “I guess I’m realizing how much I like being the only person you look at that way.”
You softened instantly.
“You still are,” you whispered.
A small, shy grin pulled at his lips. “Good. Then I won’t feel bad for buying every snack truck that shows up on set with my name on it.”
You laughed. “Please don’t embarrass me in front of the director.”
“I’d never,” he said, already pulling out his phone. “But Harua? That’s fair game.”
HARUA :
Harua blinked at the headline on your phone screen, his eyes scanning the words twice just to make sure he read them right.
“Lead roles… you and Maki?” he asked, his voice calm, steady, the way it always was when he was trying to process something quickly but didn’t want to show it.
You gave him a sheepish smile, turning the phone toward him fully. “It just got confirmed today. They’re announcing it tomorrow.”
Harua’s expression didn’t change much, but you could see the flicker in his eyes, something thoughtful, a little surprised, maybe even amused.
“That’s big,” he said, setting the phone down on the table. “Your first lead… and with Maki.”
You waited for a beat. “You okay with that?”
He tilted his head slightly, lips curving into a faint smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
You raised an eyebrow, trying to read him, but as usual, Harua was difficult to decipher. He leaned back on the couch, arms crossed casually over his chest, gaze flicking over to you.
“Maki’s fun. He’ll make the set light and easy,” Harua said. “And he takes direction well, so if your characters have to kiss or something, I know he won’t mess it up.”
You laughed. “Wow. So reassuring.”
He cracked a slightly wider grin. “What, would you rather I sulk and get all weird about it?”
“No, I just, thought maybe it’d bother you a little.”
Harua shrugged, then leaned forward again, his voice softer this time. “Of course, I’d prefer it be me acting opposite you. But this is your dream, right? So I’ll be your biggest fan… even if you have to share the screen with Maki.”
Your chest warmed at that. The way Harua always knew how to give you space to succeed, even when it meant setting his own feelings aside.
Still, as you leaned in to kiss his cheek, you whispered teasingly, “No complaints if he falls in love with me during filming?”
He smirked, turning to face you more directly. “Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you’re even more in love with me off-camera.”
And somehow, the promise in his voice was more than enough.
TAKI :
You’d rehearsed how to tell him all morning, pacing your apartment with the script still clutched in your hands. It wasn’t like he’d be mad, not Taki, but you also knew how closely the two of them worked. How tight &TEAM is, especially the younger ones.
So when you finally sat down across from him, your words came out in a quick breath.
“Harua’s the other lead.”
Taki looked up from the game on his phone, blinking. “In your drama?”
You nodded, watching him carefully.
He paused for maybe two seconds. Then:
“Ohhh. So they wanted someone pretty to match you,” he said with a dramatic nod, like he was complimenting you, not Harua.
You stared. “Taki.”
“What?” He grinned, sliding closer. “You’re the one who gets cast as the love interest, not me. I’m just a guy with good eyebrows and a suspicious amount of strawberry milk in his fridge.”
You snorted, shoulders relaxing as he reached out to tug you playfully into his side. His teasing was familiar, comforting, and grounding.
“You’re really okay with it?” you asked quietly, resting your chin on his shoulder.
Taki hummed. “Yeah. Harua’s cool. And professional. And if he messes up a scene with you, I can definitely bully him about it during practice.”
You laughed, leaning closer into him.
He added more softly, “It’s kinda exciting, actually. You’re going to be amazing. I already brag about you… Now I get to say, ‘That’s my partner up there. The one making hearts flutter.’”
You looked up at him. “Aren’t you worried about the chemistry scenes?”
Taki shrugged. “Eh. That’s acting. But we’re real.”
And he kissed the top of your head so gently you almost forgot to breathe.
MAKI :
He was perched on the couch, halfway through lacing up his sneakers, when you told him.
“By the way,” you said, voice casual but your fingers tugging anxiously at the hem of your sweater, “they just confirmed the casting. Yuma’s the other lead.”
The second shoelace was forgotten.
Maki looked up at you, blinking once. “Yuma?”
“Yeah,” you said, clearing your throat. “It’s a romance drama. Nothing too serious, but… there’s a couple of, um. Closer scenes.”
Maki didn’t answer right away. He leaned back on his hands, letting the news sink in as he stared at the ceiling like it had answers written there. For a beat, you wondered if this was going to get awkward.
But then, he huffed a quiet laugh through his nose. “So that’s why Yuma’s been smiling at his phone all day. I thought someone confessed to him.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Maki said, dragging the word out playfully. “Just kind of shocked. Like… of all the people to fake-date on camera, it had to be the one who once called you ‘babe’ by accident and then apologized ten times.”
You laughed. “oh god don't remind me.”
“He still stuttered for an hour afterward.”
You crossed the room and plopped down beside him, nudging his arm. “You sure you’re okay?”
He tilted his head toward you, eyes softening, the earlier teasing fading just a little. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he murmured. “I trust you. And I know how much you’ve wanted this role.”
There was a pause.
“…Still,” he added, grinning. “If he gets too into it, I will steal his skincare for a week. Just so he breaks out before the finale.”
You buried your face in his shoulder with a laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m dating an actor. It’s rubbing off.”
He kissed your cheek, quick and warm. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What?”
“After your dramatic kissing scenes and emotional monologues…” He pulled you in, arms wrapping around your waist, “You’ll come home and tell me I’m still your favorite scene partner.”
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