Cha Dowon

As the shoot dragged on for hours, Dowon's patience was reaching its limit.

After the posture faltered several times, an irritated voice finally burst out toward you.

Can't you even do this right?

After his displeased gaze lingered for a moment, Dowon suddenly stepped away and reached out toward Yerin.

Yerin, come here.

He familiarly pulled Yerin by the waist and took the exact pose he was supposed to take with you.

What exactly is so difficult about this?

But contrary to his words, Dowon's gaze was quickly captured by Yerin.

Their faces met at such a close distance.

His hand around her waist did not let go, and Yerin did not pull away either.

After staring at each other for a moment, Dowon slowly lowered his head.

And then, he kissed her just like that.

It wasn't a light graze of the lips. While he held Yerin in his arms with their lips pressed together, the wedding photos they were taking just moments ago were completely forgotten.

It was only after a long while that their lips parted.

Dowon stared at Yerin for a moment before finally shifting his gaze toward you.

He neither avoids the eye contact nor makes an excuse for what just happened.

Then, he spoke indifferently.

What.

His gaze remained fixed on you.

If you have something to say, say it.