Jinwoo hadn't been sleeping much lately. After a whirlwind of commercials, interviews, and magazine shoots, his full-fledged drama filming had finally begun.
But more than the exhaustion, what truly overwhelmed him was—the sheer absurdity of the set.
📍Drama: "Steel and Petals" Filming Site – Namyangju, Gyeonggi Province
At the entrance of the set: Three coffee trucks, two meal trucks, and even a luxurious mobile lounge trailer for the cast and crew—all fully branded with the Langley Entertainment logo.
The staff murmured amongst themselves.
"Whoa, what kind of drama is this for Joo Jinwoo?"
"He's getting emperor-level support."
"I heard his girlfriend, the Chairwoman, launched an entire agency just to support him." "Insane…"
When Jinwoo arrived,he politely greeted every single crew member. Then, inside the trailer,he spotted a tiny handwritten note in the fridge.
"You're doing great today, too. Let's have dinner together on the 20th floor tonight."—CiCi
Jinwoo smiled softly as he gently held the note.
Even her handwriting is pretty…Seriously. She's flawless.
Carefully, he folded the note and tucked it into his wallet. The texture of the paper lingered on his fingertips like a tickle on the heart.
Just then, the trailer door swung open.
"Jinwoo, next scene's ready! The director's waiting."
He nodded, rising from his seat—but cast one last glance at the fridge. Just in case there was another note tucked somewhere.
There wasn't. Just that one. Just enough—gentle and intentional.
The set remained a flurry of activity. Under the blazing lights, the cameras waited for him.
Today's scene:The man bringing flowers into the recovery room.
As the wardrobe team adjusted his shirt buttons, one of them joked,
"Wonder how it'd feel to actually get a bouquet this big from your boyfriend."
Jinwoo chuckled. "You think she'd like it?"
"Of course! Why? Planning to give it to your girlfriend?It's just a prop—you can take it when we're done~"
"O-oh, no, it's not like that!" He laughed awkwardly.
The crew all chuckled knowingly.
And Jinwoo made a mental note to take that bouquet home anyway.
The director called, "Cut!" As the scene wrapped, staff buzzed around—Jinwoo checked his phone.
Still no reply. But that was okay.
Because—
She always showed up with action, not words.
His smile grew more genuine than anything captured on film.
That evening – 20th floor
When the door opened, the first thing that greeted him was a familiar scent.
Cedarwood—earthy, like stepping into a quiet forest.
Jazz piano floated softly through the air.
In the dimmed lounge, Celeste sat on the sofa, her laptop open. But her gaze was fixed not on the screen—but the darkness outside the window.
Jinwoo stepped in quietly, offering the bouquet in his hand.
"It's a drama prop…but it felt too pretty to throw away."
Celeste turned to him, lips curving into a faint smile, accepting the flowers without a word.
"…Honestly, it would've been more romantic if you said you just picked them up on the way."
"Wait—give it back! I'll roll in here again and do it all romantic-like."
Celeste laughed, gently nudging his shoulder.
"It's fine. You did great today. Dinner's ready."
Her voice was quiet, but to Jinwoo, it was the one thing he wanted to hear most.
He sat down beside her, and for a brief moment, they leaned into each other.
Dinner Table Fresh salad, warm soup, and two perfectly plated omelets.
Jinwoo grinned. "You didn't… make these yourself, did you?"
"…I thought I could fool you, but guess not." Celeste chuckled as she lifted her spoon.
"Still, this kind of dinner… it's nice. Having someone to come home to."
Celeste gave a small nod.
"Your filming's almost done, right?"
"Yeah. It's been so hectic, I didn't even notice the time fly."
After dinner, they moved back to the living room. Fingers intertwined. A movie played in the background, long forgotten.
Jinwoo hesitated for a moment, then asked softly,
"Can I ask… what'll you write in the next note?"
Celeste raised her wine glass and smirked.
"Maybe something like…'Let go. My hand's sweating.'"
Jinwoo leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"I'm not letting go. Not ever."
She looked at him quietly, and finally whispered,
"…Do you want to kiss me?"
It was quiet—but so clear. Like a secret spoken only for him.
Jinwoo didn't answer. He simply met her gaze, and slowly leaned in.
Their breaths mingled—just close enough to feel each other.
He placed a hand on her cheek. It wasn't cold, or hot—just the perfect warmth for this moment.
He looked into her eyes. His heart pounded. His breath caught.
But stronger than all of it—was the certainty between them.
"If you don't want this, "he whispered," Push me away."
Celeste said nothing. She simply shook her head—slowly.
That tiny gesture felt louder than a thousand confessions.
And then—their lips met.
At first, it was cautious. A gentle search for warmth. Soft, unhurried, and real.
Celeste closed her eyes, and Jinwoo wrapped his arm around her waist—pulling her in, just a little more.
In that moment, the movie faded. The city lights outside blurred away.
Now, here—only they existed.
No words. No promises. Just one kiss that said everything.
When they finally pulled away, they stared at each other in silence.
Jinwoo's breath brushed her forehead, and Celeste whispered—
"…So you really did it."
Jinwoo laughed softly. Then replied:
"This was just the trailer. The full story's only getting started."