Butter swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. He busied himself with his water bottle, avoiding Ohm's gaze, but he could still feel the weight of it on him. The casual brush of Ohm's hand, the low murmur in his left ear – it had all stirred something within him that he usually kept tightly under wraps, especially at work.

"Phii... Phii Ohm, please… be careful"

 Butter finally managed, his voice a little shaky. He chugged some water, hoping to cool the flush he could feel rising on his neck.

Ohm chuckled softly, a sound that Butter knew intimately, but that would likely be dismissed as a casual amusement by anyone else nearby. "Where's the fun in being careful, huh?  tee-rak? With a smile on his face" he took another slow bite of his pastry, his eyes still locked on Butter with an almost predatory focus. It was a look that promised a different kind of intensity once they were behind closed doors.

Just then, an assistant director called out, "Butterjin, We're ready for you on set!"

Butter let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It was a reprieve, a chance to escape the magnetic pull of Phii Ohm's attention, at least for a little while.

 "Coming!" 

He called back, offering Ohm a tight, almost strained smile. "Duty calls baby." He whispered. 

As Butter turned to walk away, Ohm's voice, low and laced with a playful challenge, followed him. "Don't think this conversation is over, love." With a thin smile and his tongue in between his teeth. 

Butter didn't reply, but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks again. He focused on his lines, on hitting his marks, on embodying his character but in the back of his mind, Ohm's words echoed, a tantalizing promise of what awaited him after work hours when the cameras stopped rolling.

The rest of the afternoon was a delicate dance. Butter tried to maintain his professional facade, but he could feel Phii Ohm's eyes on him intermittently, a silent reminder of their private world colliding with their public one. 

Ohm, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the undercurrent of tension, a subtle smirk playing on his lips whenever their eyes met

During a brief wardrobe change, butterjin found himself alone for a moment. He leaned against the makeup table, trying to steady his racing heart. What was Phii Ohm doing? Was he deliberately trying to push his boundaries, to see how far he could go? And more worryingly, why was Butter finding it so difficult to completely shut him down?

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Before butter could answer, it creaked open, and Ohm slipped inside, closing it quietly behind him. The small space suddenly felt charged with an electric energy.

"Been thinking about you," Ohm murmured, "sensually"  taking a step closer. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of butter's jaw. Butter shivered at the unexpected touch. "We're on set and you're... Ohm stared at him sexily" I'm what? Hmmm? I'm what? 

Butter leaned in and whispered, you need to stop Phii Ohm. Whatever it is, you're doing, can it wait? I'm getting turned on by it. Please stop. I can't focus on my lines. 

Butter swallowed, trying to find his voice again. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Shouldn't we?" Ohm's thumb brushed softly across butter's lips. "Or don't you want to?"

 His eyes held a knowing glint, a challenge that butter found both infuriating and undeniably alluring. The push and pull continued, the tension coiling tighter between them in the confined space of the wardrobe room.