The scene they were about to take was the same one that had gotten Dae-Seok injured two weeks ago.
Everyone on set was ready. Cameras were already in position. Crew members placed safety foam beside the train, double-checking distances and angles. Equipment was secured in its proper place, and all eyes were on Dayo, waiting for the action command.
But Dayo wasn't looking at the monitor.
He wasn't watching the crew either.
His attention was fixed on one person.
Dae-Seok.
Dayo was good at reading body language, and he didn't need much time to see it. The way Dae-Seok kept shifting left and right. The stiffness in his shoulders. The way his breathing wasn't steady.
He already knew what was going on.
Dae-Seok wasn't scared of the stunt itself.
He was scared of what came after.
The injury.
The media.
The headlines.
The questions.
All of it.
A closer look revealed beads of sweat forming on Dae-Seok's forehead, even though the weather wasn't that hot.
