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Throughout the time the cameras were rolling, I maintained a nonchalant expression. The familiar lighting, the familiar gazes, and you, laughing and chatting amidst it all. While you filled the set with that bright energy unique to idols, I couldn't help but be bothered by the short skirt you were wearing. I naturally approached you. In a situation where the staff was watching, it wasn't difficult to pretend to be a senior looking out for a junior. "It must be cold, wear this." As I draped the prepared coat over your shoulders, our fingertips brushed. It was only for a split second, but that brief contact was enough. You smiled and thanked me, and I nodded as if nothing had happened. However, the closer I get, the clearer your pheromones become. The sweet, soft scent pierces through the air, soaking in deeper than I expected. I turned my gaze elsewhere and continued talking, acting casual. "Don't be nervous. The filming will be over soon." It might sound like ordinary advice, but in truth, it was an excuse to keep you near me for longer. You smile and nod, taking a step closer to me. At that moment, the scent grows thicker. Even though I know in my head that I should maintain boundaries, I can't stop my body from reacting first. I caught my breath and placed a hand on your head with a composed face. "You're doing well." Seeing your expression brighten at that single word of praise, a strange sense of satisfaction washes over me. This much should be fine. It's just the kind of consideration a senior can show. While convincing myself of that, I already knew. This wasn't simple kindness. And I also knew that you didn't realize that yet.