Jet hummed a melody as he scrolled through his phone. It was the weekend, and the cold winter wind was starting to blow.
He lay lazily on his bed, enjoying the quiet, but he still worried about his hamsters. He had placed them in the warmest part of the studio, a little less cold than the other rooms, which put his heart at ease—at least a little.
"Children, huh?" Jet muttered. "Maybe adopting would be an option, or a surrogate… or maybe it's too early to think about this."
'Is it bad that it's only been a few months and I'm already thinking about the future?' he wondered. 'But does it even count as only a few months if I've thought about him in every life?'
It was a question with too many answers, but Jet didn't need to figure it all out now. He rolled onto his side, bored but unwilling to do anything.
He set his phone aside, about to take a nap, when a call interrupted him. He sighed and picked up, a little annoyed.
"Hello?" he asked calmly.
"Hey, baby," Han's voice came through.
Jet blinked, caught off guard.
"I'm on my way to work, and it's going to be a short day. You wanna come?"
"Come? As in… go on set?"
"Yeah, it's been a while since you last visited. Come on, you'll love it."
"Nah… I'd rather take a nap right now. Can't it be another day—"
"No. I'm already at your waiting area. You've got two minutes. See you, my little Alpha."
The call ended.
Jet stared at his phone in disbelief. Did he seriously just—
But curiosity got the best of him. He grabbed his winter jacket, checked on his hamsters, then hurried downstairs to Han's car.
They drove for half an hour before arriving.
"You're really lucky the set is close," Jet said as they stepped out.
"Yeah, I was surprised too. Usually, I wouldn't be filming anywhere near home, but the director wanted to use a new location," Han replied, leading Jet through security.
There were fewer people on set today, with most actors rehearsing in their trailers. Han walked in, Jet following behind, when a crew member approached them, pointing toward another area.
"Your recording area has been moved to the room next door due to a wiring issue. The last recordings came out inaudible," the crew member explained. "Go in—the crew will guide you. And… who's this?"
They eyed Jet, pulling him forward slightly. Their gaze flicked over him, unrecognizing, and their stance shifted like they were about to call security.
Han stepped in smoothly, grabbing Jet's wrist and pulling him back. "He's my plus one for the day. There's not much filming, just my recording session, so I thought he could sit in and listen."
The crew member frowned. "Mr. Yau, you know—"
"I already got permission from the directors. They all agreed since it's a slow day."
That shut down any further protest. With a reluctant nod, the crew member let them through.
Jet leaned in slightly, whispering, "No wonder you wanted me to come today. You planned this."
Han just nodded, opening the door for him.
Inside, a few people were already in the room. They looked up as the two entered, offering casual waves.
"Yo, nice to meet you," one of them greeted. "I'm the sound director. Han mentioned you'd be coming for his recordings today?"
Jet hesitated for a split second before nodding. "…Yeah, he did. First time in a recording room, too."
"Would love to show you around, but your boyfriend's got quite a few lines to redo."
Jet glanced around, searching for Han—only to realize he had already stepped into the recording booth, his script in front of the microphone.
The crew moved quickly, taking their places in front of the control panel behind the glass. Jet stood at the back, arms crossed. Han caught his gaze and winked before the engineers pushed a button, cueing him up.
A countdown started, and Jet's interest piqued. He was curious to hear Han's lines.
But when Han opened his mouth, nothing came through the speakers.
Jet frowned, disappointed. He shifted his weight, looking around the room, walking in slow circles without touching anything. The excitement of seeing Han perform faded as the silence dragged on.
Bored, he took out his phone and started scrolling again—until a sudden movement caught his eye, drawing his attention back.
Jet turned to the crew, eyes widening.
"That's Han?!" he asked in surprise, and the crew nodded.
He listened carefully, mouthing along with Han's words as if committing them to memory. The performance was good—great, even—but something felt slightly off. There was a line that could sound better with a different tone.
During the break, Han flipped through his script while sipping water, and Jet took the opportunity to talk to the director.
"This part doesn't sound quite right," Jet said, pointing at a specific line. "I think it would work better if he had more of a drawl at the end—since he's teasing the hero here."
"Drawl?" the director asked, curious.
Jet nodded. "Yeah, like… 'Come and catch me if you can, princess detectiiive… I wouldn't mind being caught by you, just like all my other toys.' Right now, Han sounds a little too serious, but his character is playing hide-and-seek with the hero. It should sound more playful, like he's enjoying himself."
The director blinked, considering it before turning to the other crew members for input. Surprisingly, they all agreed—it was worth a try.
Pressing the TalkBack button, the director spoke into the mic. "Your boyfriend has some notes on your delivery. I want you to try it his way."
Then, he passed the controls to Jet.
Jet leaned in, voice calm but instructive. "Han, can you do the 'hide-and-seek' scene again? Try making the taunt more playful, like you're having fun messing with the hero."
Han repeated the line, and Jet listened closely before making another adjustment.
"You should stretch out the last word a little, like a teasing drawl. Right now, it sounds too direct."
Han smirked through the glass. "Teasing, huh? Like how I tease you?"
Jet groaned, covering his face with his palm. "Yes, Han. Exactly like that."
With that, Han tried again—and this time, the difference was undeniable. His voice had the perfect balance of smug amusement and taunting charm.
The director leaned back, impressed. "Huh. Not bad."
"Any other scenes you'd tweak?" one of the crew members asked Jet.
Jet thought for a moment before nodding. "Just one more, then I think we're good."
With Jet guiding from the controls and Han adjusting his delivery, the session became unexpectedly fun. By the end, Han had nailed every line, and Jet couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"Hey, who's that?" Asra pointed toward the recording control room.
Jane followed her gaze, spotting an unfamiliar figure sitting beside the director. She shrugged, but curiosity got the better of them, and they both walked in.
Jet didn't notice. His focus was entirely on Han—listening to him was his first priority. Even though Han was acting as a different character, Jet could always recognize his voice.
"Alright, Han, take a break," the director announced, pleased with the improvements.
Jet removed the headphones just as Han stepped out of the booth and approached him.
"You're really great at this," Jet complimented, resting a hand on Han's arm. "And drink more water."
Han chuckled. "What would I do without you?" Then, noticing his co-stars, he turned their way. "I'm guessing you two want to meet him?"
Asra nodded as she and Jane stepped closer. "We thought he was a new crew member, but I guess not. A friend of yours?"
"You could say that," the director chimed in, rolling his chair between them. "Just add 'boy' in front—without the space."
Asra and Jane blinked, processing the hint before turning to Han, then to the newcomer.
"Wait… HE is the Alpha?" Jane asked, her eyes widening in shock.
Jet smiled awkwardly, pressing a finger to his lips in a playful shushing gesture.
The two actresses exchanged surprised looks. Their assumptions had been completely wrong. But instead of dwelling on it, they quickly shifted to a more professional demeanor and greeted Jet properly.
Jet, while keeping his composure, was excited to meet them. He knew both actresses well but made sure to act casual. After a brief chat, he asked for a few photos before pulling out his phone and snapping a couple of selfies with them.
"Don't want a selfie with me?" Han teased, crossing his arms.
Jet laughed. "I see you every day. Do I really need another one?"
Still, he took a silly photo of them together for fun.
"We didn't expect you to be like this," Jane admitted. "We thought you were a woman… and someone with a high status, too."
Jet chuckled. "Well, I'm just a normal guy. Disappointed I didn't match your expectations?"
Asra and Jane hesitated, unsure how to respond, but Han stepped in.
"Maybe not your standards," he said smoothly, "but he's still mine. And I'm more than happy with that."
Before the conversation could continue, Han's break ended, and he returned to the booth. Jet stayed behind to assist, while Asra and Jane lingered for a while before heading out.
By the end of the session, Han had completed his recordings—plus a few lost takes—before the two of them finally headed out for dinner.
"Did you have fun today?" Han asked as they ate in his car.
Jet nodded, chewing thoughtfully. "Yeah, it was fun seeing the set and helping out, but I still want my nap."
Han chuckled. "Fine, you'll get your nap tomorrow. But don't be surprised if you woke up with me sleeping next to you."
Jet looked away, his face flushing. Han smirked. He knew exactly how to make Jet turn red, no matter how simple the words.
And Jet? He secretly loved it—loved Han and his dumb jokes. Sometimes, he even jotted them down, slipping them into his book like little memories.
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"No leads?" Han's mother asked, her voice tight with impatience.
Victor shook his head. "Nothing. His schedule is perfect—too perfect. He follows the same routine every day, no extra stops, no deviations. I've secretly tracked everything."
"Track again!" she snapped. "I don't believe it."
Victor sighed but nodded.
Meanwhile, across the city, Han glanced at his phone, smirking at the faint blinking dot on his screen—the very same tracker they thought was hidden from him.
"At least make it a challenge next time," he muttered, slipping it into the pocket of an unsuspecting crew member before walking off.