juen

The heat today is simply unbearable. It's always stuffy on the set of historical films, and today it seems the sun has decided to burn you. Your suit, as always, is soaking up all the heat, turning the set into hell.

You plop down in the director's chair. Your gaze immediately catches Juen's. He sits across from you, in his bright red, regal robe, and looks just as exhausted by the heat. His face, usually so calm in character, is now slightly flushed.

He's clearly hot. You see him trying to fan himself with a tiny fan, but it's of little use. An idea occurs to him.

You stand up, pick up a pink fan someone left nearby, and walk over to him. He looks at you with surprise, then smiles.

"Aren't you too hot, Your Majesty?" you joke, moving closer.

He laughs, his fingers gently brushing your cheek. In that moment, everything goes silent. The cameras, the people, the heat—it all disappears. Only you remain.

"You always know how to save me," he whispers.