THE SWEETEST : Roh Jae Won
here’s your classical leaked CD with a voice note (Jae Won version) my angel! enjoy ☺️ - order 7 of ‘moonqz record store’
pairing : Roh Jae Won x fem!actress!reader
genre : fluff
description : After wrapping up a cozy variety show shoot, you and Roh Jae Won find yourselves alone in a trailer van, waiting out the rain. Between damp clothes, warm coffee, and quiet laughter, a soft, unexpected confession slips out, turning a simple moment into something quietly unforgettable.
contents / warnings : none
requested by : @123abc123zzz thank you so much my angel 🤍
The press tour was draining. Endless interviews, flashes from cameras, and the same rehearsed answers repeated over and over. You barely had a moment to catch your breath before the next camera crew or journalist would come up with another question about the drama’s plot or your off-screen chemistry.
But somehow, amidst all the chaos, there was one person you didn’t mind seeing every single day.
Jae Won.
During breaks, when the crowd thinned out and the cameras paused, you and Jae Won found yourselves slipping away to small corners of the venue. the quiet stairwell, the back hall, even the little café across the street.
You’d share snacks you smuggled from craft services, make fun of the scripted questions the reporters always asked, and swap silly inside jokes you both pretended nobody else understood.
Today was no different.
It’s raining hard by the time you both duck into the trailer van. Your makeup was mostly intact still surprisingly, and Jae Won’s hair dripped slightly onto the floor.
Behind you, Jae Won mutters something that sounds suspiciously like a curse as he wrestles with the zipper of his jacket, completely failing to look cool while doing it.
You shake water from your jacket and tug the hood off your head, laughing a little as Jae Won stands in the doorway like a wet cat, blinking at the mess he’s made.
“Wow,” you say, looking him over. “You really committed to that ending scene.”
“I slipped on the last take,” he mutters, stepping out of his shoes. “Tell the crew I risked my life for the bit.” He dramatically spoke, eyes glistening slightly as he tried to keep his chin up to stop more water dripping, to no avail of course.
“You’re so brave.”
He shoots you a look, half-glare, half-smile. You get a towel from the bench and gently scrunch his hair so it was damp. Following that, you made the effort of handing him the towel after seeing the way he looked at you, and sink into the corner cushion, cradling a warm canned coffee like it’s sacred.
You’d both just finished filming a cozy two-day episode for a travel variety show, late-night grilling, morning fishing, weird partner games neither of you were good at, and now you were waiting out the downpour before heading home.
“I think the viewers are gonna love it,” you say, leaning back slightly. . “Especially the part where you tried to cook the ramyeon without turning the stove on.”
Rain clinks steadily against the windows, heavy, rhythmic, almost musical.
He groans and collapses next to you, towel over his face. “They’re gonna meme that forever, aren’t they?”
“Oh, absolutely.” You nudge him gently with your knee. “But you’re charming when you fail. That’s your brand.”
From under the towel, he mumbles, “You think I’m charming?” You could practically hear the smile in his voice
You blink. “I think you’re a little loopy from the cold.”
“I’m serious.”
He pulls the towel down, eyes meeting yours. He’s still damp, hair sticking out messily around his forehead, cheeks pink from the cold, or maybe not just the cold.
“I meant it, you know,” he says softly. “When I said earlier you’re the only part of the promo I actually enjoy.”
You let out a slow breath, unsure what to say with your pulse suddenly loud in your ears.
“I thought maybe you were just being friendly,” you admit. “Or, I don’t know. Doing that thing actors do, bonding quickly and forgetting it later.”
“I don’t want to forget this.”
The rain has quieted to a soft tap now, like even the sky is giving you space to breathe.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, fingers loosely holding the coffee can.
Your heart bumps once, loud in your ears and unexpected.
Earlier, during a quick break between filming segments, Jae Won had leaned toward you with a conspiratorial whisper: “You’re the only person I don’t get sick of.” You’d laughed it off, thinking he was being playful, or tired, or just joking for the cameras.
But now, in the hush of the trailer, rain pattering against the windows, there’s nothing funny or insincerity about his voice.
You try to tease, keep the air light. “That’s not a high bar. You hate socializing.”
“True.” He smiles a little. “But with you, it’s different. You’re easy to be around. Quiet in the right way.”
You glance down at your hands, coffee can warm against your fingers.
He groans into his towel. “We were supposed to look competent. Outdoorsy. Cool.”
“You tried to cook instant noodles without turning the stove on.”
“I panicked!” he says, voice slightly muffled. “You were watching me.”
He says your name next, soft and certain, and when you look back up, the towel is in his hands and his eyes are softer than you’d seen previously.
And for once, his gaze doesn’t waver.
“I think I’ve been looking forward to this part the most,” he says. “Not the shoot. Not the cameras. Just… this. Sitting next to you. The part after the chaos is better”
Your throat tightens. You’ve known each other for months now, worked on a drama together, ended up with this variety collab, traded playlists and dumb memes and inside jokes.
And somewhere along the way, the lines between coworker and friend and something else started to blur.
You just weren’t sure he felt it too.
Until now.
“Are you confessing to me in a van with wet socks and convenience store coffee?” you ask, half-smile tugging at your lips.
He huffs a laugh. “It’s not how I planned it, but yeah.” Then adds, a little shy, “I like you. More than I meant to.”
“Not just as a co-star. Or friend. I’ve liked you since, God, probably since you covered me with that hot pack during the winter night shoot and didn’t say anything. You just… always know when I need something, and you never make it weird.”
You turn toward him fully, tucking your legs under yourself. “You always say that like you didn’t have a choice.”
“I didn’t.” His eyes are sincere as he spoke. “You kind of snuck in when I wasn’t looking.”
Your heart is doing something complicated in your chest, fluttering and grounding all at once. You reach over and pluck at his towel, still draped around his shoulders. “You’re a mess right now.”
“I’m a charming mess,” he says, hopeful.
“You are,” you admit. Your voice was laced with a softness that made his own heart bang against his chest, it felt like it was in his throat.
Your soul is a tangled thing now, full and aching all at once.
You’re quiet, too, for a beat too long.
He swallows. Poor boy felt heavy with fear of rejection. Or maybe it was the fear of humiliation combined. “Sorry. That might’ve been too much.”
You shake your head slowly. Not disapproving, just shocked. It wasn’t what you were expecting of most things to come out of today “No. It’s just…”
You meet his eyes, nerves buzzing in your fingertips.
“I didn’t know if I was imagining it. This… thing between us.”
“You’re not,” he says immediately. “You never were.”
There’s something raw and earnest in his voice that makes you feel like your chest is cracking open.
And then, quietly, maybe too white to understand properly if he wasn’t completely entranced by you, “I like you too.”
He freezes, like he hadn’t dared hope you’d say it back. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to speak, but then he just leans back with a big exhale and grins up at the ceiling.
“Thank god. That would’ve been so embarrassing.”
You laugh, covering your face. “It still kind of is.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “But in a good way.”
Outside, the rain softens to a drizzle, tapping gently against the roof. Inside, the trailer is warm with shared breath, unspoken relief, and something newly blooming. Not loud or cinematic, just simple, real, like the best confessions are.
He glances over again. “Hey… want to do another show together? Like, an actual couple one?”
You raise an eyebrow. “You just confessed two minutes ago.”
He shrugs. “I’m trying to lock it in.”
You laugh and shake your head, but your smile says yes.
Jae Won is still smiling when you turn your head toward him—closer than before now, close enough to see the faint shadows under his eyes, the soft pink flush across his cheeks, the way his gaze flicks down for just a second before it returns to yours.
Neither of you moves for a moment. The trailer hums faintly in the background, rain murmuring gently against the roof like it’s giving you time.
“You’re looking at me weird,” you whisper, lips tugging into a nervous smile.
He breathes out a quiet laugh, voice lower now. “I’m not. I’m just… memorizing.”
Your heart stutters, your chest too full with something tender and dizzying.
You don’t look away. “Why?”
“Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while,” he says, so simply it makes your breath catch. “But I didn’t want to get it wrong. Or ruin something.”
Your voice barely comes out. “You’re not ruining anything.”
His hand brushes yours again, gentler this time, intentional, and when you don’t pull away, he shifts a little closer. Just enough. Slowly, carefully, like he’s still giving you the chance to back away if you want to.
You don’t.
And when you lean in just slightly, barely enough for your nose to brush his, he whispers, “Can I?”
Your chest flutters. “Yeah.”
So he kisses you.
Softly, sweetly, like he’s afraid to startle the moment, like he’s waited too long to mess it up now. His lips are warm despite the cold, and his hand barely grazes your cheek, thumb ghosting along your skin as if he’s still trying to be sure this is real.
It’s not dramatic. It’s not urgent. It’s just… him. Quiet, steady, grounding.
When you part, you’re both still close, foreheads nearly touching, breath shared between smiles.
“That…” he says, blinking like he just remembered how to function. “Was better than I imagined.”
You laugh, soft and breathless. “How long have you been imagining it?”
“Long enough to overthink every version,” he admits, nose scrunching a little. “But I think I like this one best.”
“Same.”
A pause. Then, quietly,
“You’re blushing,” he teases, nudging his shoulder against yours.
“You kissed me,” you shoot with a smile that warmed his heart, nudging him right back. “You’re blushing harder.”
“I’m always like this.”
“Liar.”
He grins. “Okay, maybe just around you.”
And then he leans in again, slower this time, more confident now that he knows he’s welcome, and kisses you once more, deeper this time but just as careful.
Outside, the rain continues to fall. Inside the trailer, something new and warm has begun.
The drive home was filled with soft silence, classical music playing through the speakers, and loosely intertwined fingers.
Not to mention the smile that graced Jae Won’s face that refused to leave, ending up making his jaw hurt.
You shared more gentle kisses. The sweetest kisses, throughout the journey. His hand brushing through your hair and your own hand on his cheek was something you never wanted to forget.
And as for the media..it wasn’t unspoken how it was going to go down. You weren’t sure how long you should wait to tell them.
But you also know the reaction that will come after it.
And it didn’t scare you as much as it should. Neither did it Jae Won. You would wait though. Too soon to tell.
But something tells you that this promo tour was the start of something beautiful.
