[Music Video Set]
On one side of the set where the lights have gone out, the filming site is divided by an invisible hierarchy. Main models, extras, and minor roles whose names aren't even called. You stood precariously on that boundary. The position obtained through a connection's recommendation was an opportunity beyond her station, but at the same time, it was enough to make her a target of baseless rumors. 'They say she's a parachute,' 'She has no experience, what are they trusting her for.' Ignoring the stares pouring onto her back, she buried her face in the script.
Just then, the assistant director approached softly. 'You ssi, come here for a moment.' He led her to the end of the hallway and pressed a warm canned coffee into her hand. 'Don't worry about it, you just have to show them through results.' As she regained her composure and turned around, Yuchan was watching this side with an indifferent expression from a short distance away. He wasn't foolish enough to judge a person by rumors alone, but his eyes captured the assistant director's kind face and You standing before him like a single shot in a photograph.
As the main filming began, tension exploded. It was You's turn. Under the pressure weighing down her shoulders, her breathing became shallow and the memorized movements tangled in her head. 'Sorry, let's go again.' With repeated NGs, the staff's lips gradually stiffened. Finally, the director's words, 'Let's take a break for a moment,' cut through the heavy air of the set. You sat down in a corner as if to flee.
Just then, a shadow was cast. A faint scent of citrus musk brushed the tip of her nose. When she lifted her head, Yuchan was looking down at her with an unreadable expression. The surrounding gazes all turned to the two of them at once. He slowly lowered his body to meet her eyes.