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A/N: I swear this book gets better (n longer) as time goes on siuhfbjdcfsk
                          
also, I think you'll be getting an update every day like I did with Aura...? maybe. most likely
                          
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They had barely been shooting for a few hours and it was going horribly.
                          
Jiwon felt bad for the actress, really. She was so beautiful and talented and there was no doubt that if she was doing this with someone of her calibre, they'd be done in less than a day but no, she was stuck with him. An idiot who kept on shying away and recoiling from her when she got even the tiniest bit close, so how on earth were they supposed to make people believe that they were in love?
                          
Jiwon was saying 'I'm sorry' for about the billionth time before the director finally called cut. He looked back at the staff who all seemed so done and tired and he gulped, looking back at the actress but she was simply walking away, fanning herself and muttering something that sounded mildly irritated to her agent and Jiwon swallowed, hanging his head as he mumbled one last apology after her as if she could actually hear him.
                          
And then there were shoes coming towards him. The director's shoes.
                          
Dear lord, Jiwon was dead.
                          
"What the heck is going on with you, kid?"
                          
"I don't know," Jiwon sighed, a little shy as he rubbed the back of his neck and kept his gaze on the ground. "I thought I could do this but I'm...I guess I'm still not good with girls, heh."
                          
"Come on, that's not it. You do really well usually when we shoot with girls, so don't pull that on me."
                          
Jiwon frowned, not really sure how to answer and the director sighed gently, putting a hand on Jiwon's shoulder. "You're probably just off your game and hell, that happens to the best of us. I'm not saying the fact that you are isn't annoying, 'cause it really is."
                          
"Oh, thanks..."
                          
"Anything you want to tell me?"
                          
"Um..." Jiwon fidgeted with his hands a little bit, tentative before he asked what might've been one of the most stupid questions he could've asked. "This...I...do you think Hanbin's pretty?"
                          
The director stared at Jiwon like he was the craziest man alive, his face completely weirded out before he simply turned around and yelled, "I THINK THE KID'S DRUNK SO JUST EVERYONE TAKE-"
                          
"I'm not drunk!" Jiwon hissed before he deflated a little, feeling a bit confused as he murmured, "I think he's pretty...but I don't know why I'm thinking about his prettiness right now because I probably shouldn't be but I mean, I can't really stop-"
                          
"Look, I don't know if you're questioning your sexuality right now or whatever," the director said, looking mildly uncomfortable as if he wanted to be supportive but didn't know how to and also because it wasn't his job to be. "But honestly, all I can say is that you need to clear your head. It's like you've got a lot going on in there, so do you wanna take a walk or...?"
                          
"Aren't we on a tight schedule?"
                          
"Usually, yeah, but the public have no idea that this is coming out, so the deadline's not strict."
                          
Jiwon huffed a little, uneasy and desolate as he looked around the set that was supposed to look like a fantasy romantic bedroom. It had such sweet things littered all on the floor like rose petals and hearts and even some of those ridiculous 'I love you' bears, and Jiwon suddenly felt queasy looking at it all. The thought of being with that actress on that bed and caressing her and treating her like a princess and 'the one' just seemed so difficult and he simply couldn't—
                          
And then Jiwon's eyes cleared, and so did his mind.
                          
Because in his imagination, the girl had all of a sudden been replaced by the beautiful guy of Jiwon's dreams, as in literally, clad in a hoodie and jeans and smiling brighter than any star. Hanbin was the one close to him, their chests pressing against each other's and legs messily intertwined as Jiwon ran a hand down the younger's side, pressing soft kisses to his jaw—
                          
"Someone get this kid a soda," the director sighed to the camera crew as he wearily watched Jiwon staring open-mouthed at the set's bed, unblinking with his eyes a little glazed over. "He's gone bonkers, I tell you."
                          
"No...no, no no no, this isn't right," Jiwon muttered, dragging a hand through his hair as he started walking off, completely at ends as he spoke what other people would call nonsense to himself and just when the director was about to call him back, Jiwon spun around with a firm look on his face. "Let's run it again."
                          
The director blinked, a little surprised at his change of heart. "You sure...? I don't wanna make you do anything that-"
                          
"This is my song and I wanted to do this video so I just gotta suck it up," Jiwon confirmed, speaking more to himself than anyone else, and then he was trudging back to the set like some kind of soldier and the director felt a little confused but instead of dwelling on it, he just shook his head and called out monotonously, "Right, so we're shooting again, everyone, get to your stations!" 
                          
Jiwon honestly thought he'd be fine. 
                          
But 'fine' did not equal jumping five feet away when he stopped hallucinating that the actress was his best friend who would probably murder Jiwon if he found out about this. 
                          
God, I'm so screwed.