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he remembers—that is what he gathers from the guarded greeting, the thinly veiled accusation, and the distrustful manner in which akio shifts over the door lock. as if rowon doesn’t have another way in. as if rowon doesn’t already know it.

it’s a shame. he was really, really hoping that it was all in his head—that, every time akio dodged him, it was coincidental. circumstantial. that would’ve made things a whole lot easier. it would’ve saved them from having this difficult conversation.

but akio—akio, you just had to remember.

rowon lets out a laugh, but there’s no humour, no heart. “so it wasn’t all in my head,” he muses. a slow, exasperated sigh escapes his lips as he reaches up to place a hand between the door and its frame, effectively locking it in place. they’re going to have this talk whether akio likes it or not.

“people notice, you know—how you’ve been avoiding me. i had someone ask me if there’s bad blood between us, and i told them that i didn’t know you, so if there is any, it’s not from my end.” there’s this telltale sign of a good liar. it’s not in their stories, but rather, in the confidence of their delivery. rowon speaks easily, evenly, each word poignant as if it’s been well-rehearsed.

“look, i get it. you have reservations about me. baseless reservations, but reservations nonetheless. i’m not insisting on a friendship. to be perfectly honest, i’m not interested in one. we hold the same people close, and i don’t take too kindly to anyone who can … hurt them. but fact of the matter is—someone asked. that tells me that people are talking about us.” his eyes bore into akio. “versus is climbing up in popularity. agency’s new drama is hitting the big screen. we’re not in a good position for speculations.”

red herring—a favourite in rowon’s playbook. he hints at a friend, an ex, a maknae, but the way he looks at akio says it all: you and i both know what i’m talking about. stay on your side of the line.

akio blinks at the sudden presence in front of him, his footsteps pausing instinctively as rowon appears — again — seemingly out of nowhere. it takes him a brief moment to answer. his gaze flickers from rowon’s face to the plastic bag, then back again. how convenient, he thinks. 

“…you always have good timing,” he says, voice even. it’s not unkind, but far from eager.. he steps to the side slightly, just enough to keep a bit of space between them. “it’s almost like you’ve memorized my schedule.” his tone is light. too light, but he’s always cautious around rowon. guarded, even. and with how exhausted and directionless he’s been feeling lately, it makes the pit in his stomach feel even more sickening.

when rowon mentions wanting to talk, akio’s smile fades a little. not entirely. just enough to show that he’s listening differently now. he studies him quietly for a moment. rowon has always been polite. always gentle. always there — but never when Akio asks, and never when he needs it. he doesn’t want to sound paranoid, but sometimes it feels like rowon is watching him. waiting for something. 

“…alright,” he says at last, quietly. “walk with me.” he starts toward the dorms, not waiting nor caring to see if rowon follows. right as they reach the door to versus’ dorm, akio shifts his body to casually hide the code. not that he thinks rowon could or would go as far as to… but he doesn’t know for sure. and that’s a problem. his hand placed on the doorknob, he doesn’t turn to look at him when he speaks next. “... but if you’re here to clear your conscience, maybe find someone else. i have better things to do.”

it’s as if drawing a line in the sand and silently daring to see if he’d step over it. after seeing the man’s true nature all those years ago, he wonders what he’s truly capable of.

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“they’ll like kijoon and boyeon,” rowon muses after some thought. “comic relief with a good pair of heads on their shoulders—even if they’re slacking half the time. they make a good duo.” he gives her a friendly nudge. “and dare i say, so do we.” out of everyone in agency, he can say that he’s most comfortable acting with cherry, despite not being all that close to her off camera. huh. interesting how that works out.

rowon clasps his notepad close—still nothing written there, he’ll just improvise once they start shooting—and rises to his feet. “yeah, i’m good for a break. there is actually a new late night diner that popped up around the block. i wasn’t making that up.” he has to draw from things he knows; creativity has never really been his strong suit. “we can check it out. heard they’ve got good shakes.”

he opens the door and glances back.

“you coming?”

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* go in blind w. @lgcakio ,

it was humid—

that summer night, several years ago.

cotton shirts clung to sweat and skin, slippers squelched in pockets of puddles. it had rained that past week—a rarity for mid-june seoul. cicadas came in swarms, their songs falling like a curtain over the pleas that slipped from an alleyway.

tonight, the air feels just as thick.

as rowon turns the corner to an empty street, he runs right into akio. it might be a coincidence. it might not. just like every other time he happens to be in the area.

“my bad.” his apology is pleasant, warm, and it lingers as if it were a greeting. “are you headed back to the dorms? i’ll join you.” he raises the plastic bag in his hand. a reason. or perhaps an excuse. “special delivery.”

the bag lowers. rowon offers a small, friendly smile—it’s the same smile he gives when feeding a wounded stray.

“there’s something i would like to talk to you about.”

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RUN AWAY WITH ROWON : EPISODE 002

EXT. ARCHERY RANGE — MORNING

as the camera pans across an open range lined with archery targets, several birds can be heard in the peripheral. a sole chickadee twitters overhead while a pair of sparrows call for one another in the distance. it is otherwise quiet.

< a peaceful morning at the archery range… > fades in, then out. < ...only birds can be heard… > fades in, then out. < ...no one is around except…? >

transitions into a side view of the target farthest to the right. an arrow strikes it in slow motion. white text types across the bottom, < what is the score? > the video resumes regular speed as footsteps approach off-screen.

rowon (hair down, plain black t-shirt, grey sweatpants) picks up the camera and reveals the arrow wedged perfectly between 8 and 9.

ROWON (VOICE PITCHED LOW AS IF HE’S CONFIDING): it’s been a while since i’ve shot. i’m getting a little rusty.

only the top-half of rowon’s face can be seen as he turns the camera on himself and starts to walk back to the starting post.

ROWON: when i was coming up with ideas of where to take you, the archery range was the first to come to mind but the last to make the list. it’s not somewhere that i like to bring others. this place, to me … it’s my secret getaway. i come here when i need to work things out. but i figured, if i want to be more open with you, this is where i need to start.

camera is set down. rowon backs into frame. he picks up his bow and twirls an arrow between his fingers before relaxing his shoulders.

ROWON: there’s this misconception that you should brace yourself when you’re about to shoot, but when your body is tense, the arrow will also be tense. it creates an imbalance, you against gravity. i had to learn that the hard way.

rowon lets out a soft, slow breath. his casual expression deepens into one of concentration, but his posture remains loosened. he pulls the arrow back, steadies his aim, and lets it fly. on the upper left of the sceen, a second camera captures the shot. it’s another 9.

ROWON: i was 15 when my family moved here from australia. it wasn’t a smooth transition. i was against it—at that age, you start figuring yourself out. i knew who i was, where i belonged, but moving here uprooted all of that. i didn’t know the language well enough. we never celebrated our culture. my first day here … i was berated by a shopkeeper since i didn’t greet her properly.

rowon draws another arrow from the quiver propped up beside him.

ROWON (LETTING OUT ANOTHER SLOW BREATH): i found solace in shooting. out here, i didn’t have to talk. i didn’t have to remember how to address others, or how formal i had to speak. it felt safe. i was able to simply exist.

the arrow strikes the target, this time landing a solid 10.

ROWON (WITH A SMALL, PROUD SMILE): and that’s why it’s important to warm up.

the remainder of the video continues with rowon reminiscing about his first few months in seoul and how he eventually made peace with being seen as a foreigner despite his korean heritage. though he speaks of his struggle, particularly with the language, his rhythm is natural; he talks like a native.

it ends with the second camera view expanding to take over the main screen. arrows cluster around the bullseye. < next time... > types out along the bottom.

a preview of the third episode plays—two pairs of shoes hiking up a trail takes frame along with the text, < who is the special guest…? >

END.

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         RUN AWAY WITH ROWON : EPISODE 001

EXT. SEONYUDO PARK – GOLDEN HOUR

soft, melodic music begins to play as the camera pans across a calm river. the evening sky is a muted blue gradating into a warm orange.

along the bottom of the screen, white text appears. < a quite sunset overlooking the han river… > the words fade as the scene fades into a walking path lined by trees rustling in the wind. the setting sun peeks through the branches. < the path is also quiet… > appears in the same white text.

the screen fades to black. < where are we…? > types out across the centre, lingering for three seconds before disappearing. the music tunes out.

camera is close to the ground. a long concrete path stretches ahead, taking up half of the screen. cicadas chirp all around. birds squawk overhead. the sound of footsteps grow louder and louder as they approach.

rowon (bare-faced, hair unstyled, in a white t-shirt and black jogger pants) leans down to peer directly into the camera. only his left eye and part of his nose are visible.

ROWON (LOW, GENTLE): hey.

rowon lifts up the camera and bring it to eye-level so his entire face can now be seen.

ROWON: looks like we’re alone today. let’s go for a walk.

the inner side of the bridge appears as rowon begins to walk. he looks ahead, though his chest remains slightly angled towards the camera. he breathes in slow, measured breaths for a few seconds before speaking again.

ROWON (SLOW TO START, AS IF STILL PENSIVE): i’ve been giving a lot of thought about how you see me and what you know about me. i was reading the other actors’ kprofiles the other day and it made me realize that i had the shortest. truthfully, i’m a private person. i rarely find a good enough reason to share. but knowing nothing about me … that doesn’t make me feel real, does it? when i watch dramas for an actor, i only think that they did well, but after watching interviews and seeing how their personal stories influence their portrayals, they feel more … how should i put it—human? relatable? so i thought i would do the same here.

there is another long pause as rowon continues walking.

ROWON: yesterday was the last day of filming for one family business. i haven’t fully processed it. for months, we shot from morning to evening. it felt like i was on adrenaline the entire time, and now that i’m finally able to relax—it’s as if i’ve forgotten how to. it’s easy to lose yourself in the hustle and bustle. part of the reason i’m starting this channel is to show you more of me, but other part is to remind myself of who i am outside of the characters i’m acting as.

an elderly couple (faces blurred to protect their identity) passes by. rowon gives them a nod of acknowledgement.

ROWON: i didn’t like the quiet when i was younger. my parents—they were just starting out, so to make ends meet, they had to take on more hours. i used to turn on the radio and let it play in the background while i did my schoolwork. but these days, with back to back schedule, i’ve been liking the quiet more and more.

rowon draws closer to the railings and turns the camera to pan over the han river, now glistening as the sun sinks below the horizon.

ROWON: this is one of my favourite places to watch the sun set. it doesn’t get busy around here since it’s farther out from the city centre. it’s nice, isn’t it? let’s stay here for a while.

another long pause to take it all in.

ROWON: i don’t mind it—the hustle. i’m one of the few who likes it when my days are packed with things to do. but it’s important to take a step back every once in a while to ground yourself, reflect, breathe.

rowon continues talking for a few minutes more with the occasional break here and there to let silence comfortably settle. the same soft, melodic music from earlier tunes in as the video fades to black. text appears asking, < where will we go next…? >

END.

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was setting the pan on fire also a part of the tiktok recipe?—is what rowon nearly asks, but he bites it back. they’ve had a strained relationship for some time now; he doesn’t want to make it worse.

“it has,” rowon replies, still quipped despite his best efforts to keep a calm demeanour. he knows minkyu’s trying, and he knows the tone that’s slipping through would only discourage him—“if you’re trying a recipe for the first time, it’s better to cook on low. it’ll take longer, and it might not taste as good, but it’s better than setting your kitchen on fire. … next time, give me a call. i’m a few blocks over. we can make it together.”

he lets out a short sigh then, willing his jaw to relax. it’s nothing, he tells himself. it’s just a small flame that’s now contained.

but still,

“you scared me.” rowon motions at the window overlooking the sidewalk he was just on. “it looked worse from out there. thought you’d slept through it.” as if minkyu goes to bed by eight. in rowon’s defense, a panicked mind isn’t exactly logical.

... which is also why, instead of excusing himself, he raises the takeout bag. “truce? the japanese spot around the corner had a buy one, get one yakisoba deal.”

Oh.

He’s never seen Rowon like this. Not once.

Not in all the moments they’ve spent in each other’s company, never this: a storm bottled into a voice, spilling out in sharp, heated words. Never so raw, so furious, so loud that it sends a shiver racing down Minkyu’s spine, raises the fine hairs on his arms and leaves his lungs hollow, emptied of breath.

It’s been a long, long time since Minkyu’s felt like this: speechless. Intrigued, even. Small. Stupid.

Because the worst part? Rowon is right.

He always is, and it gnaws at something soft and stubborn inside Minkyu’s chest.

Slowly, almost sheepishly, he lowers his head, finally forcing down the thick knot caught in his throat. "I was trying to cook," he admits, the words tiny, nearly swallowed by the quiet. "A feast. Saw this guy on TikTok and thought - hey, I could do that too."

A pause, the weight of his own recklessness sinking in. "I know it was ... reckless." His voice frays at the edges as he scuffs a hand over his arm, feeling entirely too awkward in a space that’s supposed to be his own. "Thank you for ... uh, saving my apartment. And me."

He dares a glance up, uncertain, feeling like an intruder in his own living room. "Been a while."

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he tries to hold back.

he tries to temper the spark of adrenaline that churns through him. he tries to quell the heart that’s ramming against his rib cage like it wants to bust out. he tries to be kind, tries to be considerate of a first kiss, lips gentle in their pry.

it’s not enough.

what little restraint he has snaps as he pushes minjun up against the counter, his hands splayed across minjun’s hips. he presses in, kisses him harder, fervent, as if he’s hungry for his attention, as if he’s been starved for his taste—and god, minjun tastes like fuckin’ honey, so good and so sickly sweet, he’s addicted.

it takes all of him to part for a breath.

it takes him even more not to go for another.

“you taste like cookies,” he murmurs with a soft, breathless chuckle grazing minjun’s lips. “i should mention that i brought you a gift.” it’s a futile attempt to pull himself away; his eyes remain lowered. he wants another. he wants more.

time stopped, he was sure.

not being super dramatic, but minjun felt like everything around him stopped moving. the water stopped running, his heart skipped a beat, there was no sound outside the windows, no wind blowing or snow falling. rowon’s breathing couldn’t be heard, damn, minjun’s own breathing couldn’t be heard.

did he get momentarily deaf?

there was a functioning piece of minjun’s brain that worked properly, a part that forced him to look into rowon’s eyes, a part that didn’t want to blush, that didn’t want to verbalize that “finally”, in such a desperate and needy tone, but couldn’t hold back.

it wasn’t minjun’s first kiss, but this felt different, it didn’t feel robbed, it didn’t feel planned, it felt right, and he didn’t want it to stop, he didn’t want rowon to get the wrong impression, to push him away and return to that they used to be 5 minutes ago.

so minjun decided he wanted to erase the line between them, feet playing around that imaginary line so it would disappear, an open path for him to hop into rowon’s personal space; it wasn’t too far for him to reach for the older man’s lips, so minjun whispered a hyung against them before the distance disappeared again.

just like magic.

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@rwon_h just posted a photo.

better with the s25?

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* cheers, mate w. @lgcbk ,

“i forgot my wallet—” is the first thing rowon says after the waitress leaves them with two bottles of plain soju and a pair of shot glasses. “but isn’t it a bad omen to let your juniors pay? maybe this is a blessing in disguise.” never mind the fact that rowon was the one who invited byeongkwan out for celebratory drinks.

speaking of.

rowon cracks open the first bottle—technically, it’s on byeongkwan to pour the first round, but rowon only follows customs when it suits him. he fills byeongkwan’s shot glass and sliiiides it on over. then he fills his own and raises it, eyes curving in what looks like mischief but is actually him being genuinely happy for his friend.

“to your debut.”

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“i’ve never considered it—that home can be a person.”

rowon shifts his gaze to minjun when he says this. to the camera, it’s nothing more than a look of acknowledgement, keen, and perhaps a little curious as to how minjun came to such a conclusion.

but beyond the lens is an untold story, a deep understanding woven into a simple glimpse: that’s not true. i’ve known for a while now.

“no, it makes sense. the feelings i was talking about—you can find pieces of that in friends and family. to me, you’d be my … calm.” rowon turns back to the camera. “we had sundays off when we were trainees. most of us slept in, or got in more practice, but i had to get out of there, even if it was just for a couple of hours.” he lets out half a laugh. “but i’m such an E, i couldn’t stand being alone. then minjun came along.”

“usually, we’d go around to parks or a rooftop here and there, something like this. somewhere along the way, i started associating calmness with him.” rowon glances over once more. “i don’t think you can say the same for me, right? feels like i’m always riling you up.” ( 126 )

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breathing fresh air was so good that minjun only understood how much he missed it, when he was there, in the middle of nowhere, adventuring himself on a trip for a vlog on rowon’s channel. he couldn’t deny he was surprised at first by the invitation, but he was also proud of it at the same time; it was rare for them to be able to share a schedule, and he didn’t want to miss the chance.

they had decided not to follow a strict script, and just like the steps that took them to the spot rowon chose for them, their talking had now reached a place minjun was more comfortable to talk about - maybe the fact it was the first time other people would listen to him talking about it could make it awkward at first, but rowon certainly was a little used to it.

“funny you mention it”, he started with a shrug, his eyes going from the man beside him, to the camera in front of them, “thinking about it, i think my regular home was never home, so i understand the feeling?” he wondered if oversharing how his relationship with his family, despite their attempt to not show favoritism to his older (and more famous) brother was toxic, would make people’s opinion on his parents shift, but minjun hardly cared about them anymore.

when their eyes met for a short moment, minjun smiled at rowon, the agreement with the older man’s words being more silent than verbal, yet he needed to answer it to anyone watching them, “home, for me, isn’t only a feeling. i need to not only feel it, but grasp it. for me home could also be a person, someone you can trust, someone you can go back to.”

he grinned, shaking his head, “does it make any sense, hyung?”

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“wanna bet on it?” the front legs of his chair clatter against the floor as rowon rocks forward. “whoever catches the thief first will be relieved of paperwork duties for the night and can go home early.” if this were an improv, rowon would’ve had kijoon pay a kid off to steal a packet of gum. then he’d arrest them, scold them a bit before letting them off with a warning, and he’d be reigned as a ‘good cop.’

but maybe that’s a little too much thinking for a lazy nepo baby.

“do you think they’d actually make an arrest?” rowon asks, breaking character. “kijoon and boyeon, i mean. kijoon seems like the spontaneous type who’s far too eager to catch the culprit. he’d run off and get the wrong guy.”

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rowon clicks his tongue and wags a finger.

“deflection. you’ve done it twice now.” of course, he would notice, seeing that’s one of the many tricks he has up his victim card-playing sleeve. “one day, i won’t be here to rescue you from all the attention you’re going to get. you’re going to have to learn how to stand your ground and—” he raises his finger higher as if to silence sujin from any interjections. “—handle crazy fans because unfortunately, dear susu, you have a face that fans tend to go crazy for.”

“scenario one: a delusional girl comes up to you, claiming that you two are soulmates, long lost lovers, what have it. what do you do to let her down easy?”

Sujin was...slightly offended.

"Are you saying I would disappoint people by being myself?" He narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with the way I am?"

To be honest, though, he did know. And that was why he was only slightly offended.

"I don't care if people don't like me." He became an actor not for fame or wealth, just because he liked the idea of trying in the shoes of different people and dodge taking over family business. "...But okay, I can push myself at a meet and greet. Smile or something." He flashed one that was utterly unattractive (despite the face it was presented on) to Rowon. "Or direct them to you. You'll distract people for me, right?"

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@rwon_h just posted a photo.

stars are brighter up here

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it’s kind of funny how quickly his face drops at the mention of min even though he knows it’s a different min from his own. ( but what if? the unreasonable side of him chides. what if it’s the same person? you said it yourself that it could be—hush. )

“min—who?” the mischievous glint in his eye is all the warning rowon gives before launching himself at iseul to tickle torture a confession out of him. “min—who? out with it, iseul. minsu? minhyuk? … min … ki?” damn, there’s a lot of min’s here. “i’m not letting you go ‘til you—”

he pauses.

squints.

there, plastered against the table is something that definitely wasn’t there when he cleaned this morning. it’s dark and strangely shaped, almost like a spider, except not … wait, is that … “is that a cat?” when did that get there? and more importantly: whomst the fuck?

the sudden admission from his friend is an unexpected one, mostly because he knows rowon likes to keep his secrets. it's surprising, and even though he's aware that his friend is probably actively baiting him, he falls for it anyway.

"there's no way," iseul stutters, almost choking on the chicken he hurries to swallows, waving the bone around like it's a baton and not something that was just in his mouth.

he's always been a little dramatic.

"i don't think you've ever met min—" he cuts himself off abruptly this time, pointing the bone at the other this time, realizing his mistake belatedly. "anyways." he coughs, not knowing how to cover up his slipup and just eating the rest of the chicken drumstick sullenly.

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rowon cracks a smile at the dramatized antics. he’s known hanbin to be playful; he’s seen him interacting with others—but this is the first time he gets it for himself.

it’s different. makes hanbin feel more … real.

but that’s a thought for another day.

“that you are,” rowon muses. “good at getting under people’s skin and good at getting close. you’re unassuming. that’s what makes you dangerous. and i don’t mean that in a bad way, just that you present yourself here—” he sets a loosened fist across the table to indicate distance. “—when really, you’re here.” he brings his fist closer.

“i’m not sure if we would’ve gotten along, had we actually known each other back then. i was easily provoked.” still is. “you would’ve gotten to me.”

Hanbin blinks once, slow, as if caught in the middle of a dream that suddenly decided to flirt back. Then he drops his gaze to where Rowon's finger-gun still points, lips twitching before curving into something soft, slightly crooked, a little shy, but fully amused. "Pew," he echoes faintly, then lifts a hand and presses it over his heart like he’s been mortally wounded. "Lucky shot!"

His dimples peek, still watching Rowon. "I believe you about the aim. You've got that… precision energy. The kind that makes people nervous. Like you're always two moves ahead, even when you act like you're just messing around."

He pauses, teeth grazing his bottom lip in thought.

"Funny though," he adds, "I used to play striker. You would've hated me on the field." A beat passes. "I was fast. Not as accurate, maybe, but good at getting under people's skin." His grin turns sly. "Still am, sometimes."

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MEMORABLE EVENT CONT.

rowon is pretty boring with his outfits ( as evident of his halloween ’23 and ’24 costumes, which consisted of the same white suit, just with wings one year and a red R the next ). so when he had to do a modern take on the hanbok, he didn’t think he’d like it—creativity was never his strong suit—but he ended up enjoying the process of putting together an outfit and, of course, showing it off.

PREVIOUS APPEARANCES/PROJECTS

2023

project origin, ensemble

family concert ’23, trainee

2024

family outing, variety special

ivy school uniforms, modeling gig

nostalgia stage

family concert ’24, actor

korea cinema today, photoshoot

date lottery

2025

nova iuventa: ouroboros, support

one family business, support

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attempt #392 to get at park sujin—TOTAL FAILURE!

okay, perhaps not a total failure since it did get a bit of warmth, but rowon knows—deep down inside in the pits of his hollow, hollow heart—that sujin is capable of being a heartthrob if he just opens up a little. and since rowon is his favourite person, despite sujin being a tsundere about it ( *vocabulary possible thanks to minkyu introducing him to anime ), he figures he’s in the perfect position to tease it out of him.

... but yeah, it’s been 392 attempts.

“i’m not asking you charm me,” rowon replies dryly, “and you’ve got it wrong. you are going to be the anchor for casual fans. when the trailer comes out, people are going to look for the character with the most appeal.” he sits forward, his eyes trailing up to study sujin’s face. “they’ll watch it for you, they’ll love you on screen—but what are you going to do at a meet and greet? be yourself and let their expectations fall short? that’s how you lose a following, sujin.”

"Mmhm." Sujin was sipping calmly on some iced tea. He made it himself earlier this morning while getting scolded by his mom about spending another Valentine's Day alone, cooped up in his room and acting like a total loser instead of being out there and putting his relatively good-looking face to use. If only he was as great at flirting as his character.

"You are not my favorite person." People kept on telling him Rowon didn't talk very much, but being with Sujin clearly challenged that trait of his. "But let me see which part you are looking at..." He handed Rowon his half-empty iced tea in exchange for the script.

Oh, right, that bit.

Sujin's eyes scanned up and down the page before they returned to his friend. He relaxed, letting his gaze turn soft with amusement. In that moment, Sujin's general aura shifted. If they could use colors to describe the change, he would be going from his usual robotic grey to a warm, inviting amber.

But when he opened his mouth, it was - "No."

Nice try, Rowon, he was not going to entertain your homosexualizing tendencies. "I think your role will gain you many female fans, officer."