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"CUT!" The director shouted from a megaphone far away. 
                          
Immediately, Krist and Singto stopped looking at each other and smiled, congratulating each other in their performance. 
                          
"Wow." Gun marveled to himself. "Their acting is so good!" 
                          
It was the set of Sotus S and Off had forced Gun to come along, unbothered by the fact he had so much homework to complete. 
                          
It was a scene where Kongphob was studying with Arthit to be head hazer, and he along with the rest of the hazers were to stand around in red robes as Kongphob teased his boyfriend. The scene couldn't help but make Gun smile as he thought about the scenes he and Off had yet to do for the second season of Puppy Honey. 
                          
Speaking of the Devil. 
                          
That very man danced up to Off. "Did you see me? I did good right?" 
                          
Gun laughed, seeing as Off asked him that after every single scene. "You didn't even have lines."
                          
"I did have one. Thank you very much. Besides if you haven't noticed- I'm not the main character." He dramatically rolled his eyes. 
                          
"Let's go talk to them." 
                          
Gun grabbed Off's wrist ready to pull him towards the rest of the cast who was busy talking amongst themselves while the director got his thoughts in order. However, Off resisted and pouted. 
                          
"What now?" Off huffed. 
                          
"I want some sugar." 
                          
"When you guys start shooting, I will drive to the nearest 7/11 and get you candy. Does that sound good?"  Gun sounded as if he was talking to a child, but there was no other way to communicate with Off when he was acting like a baby. He tried again to pull at Off's wrist but the taller man wouldn't budge. 
                          
"Not that kind of sugar-" He muttered, yanking Gun away from the faux hazing room. 
                          
"Oh God, P' Off!" 
                          
Gun was pushed up against a hard wall a good distance away from the cameras, the cast, the directors... 
                          
"I don't want to fuck." Off put his hand on the back of Gun's neck, and used a finger to rub circles onto his jaw. "I just want to kiss you." 
                          
The words just about made Gun's heart flip. "We kissed yesterday." 
                          
"That was staged... c'mon. Please? I miss your kisses." Off's eyes lit up. 
                          
There goes Gun's damn heart again. He only nodded. "Don't get carried away, okay?" He felt like a teenage girl, hiding behind walls to make out. The thought forced an embarrassed blush to his face. 
                          
"I won't" It seemed like years before Off's lips were on the smaller boy. Gun kissed him back, placing his hands on Off's waist and pulling him closer. 
                          
It was times like this when he became immensely happy, when Off was with him, kissing him, like there was tomorrow.
                          
"All actors on set!" The director yelled from his megaphone, and the two men jolted apart.
                          
"I guess that's my cue." 
                          
Gun wiped his mouth and nodded as Off left. 
                          
He leaned his head against the wall, fuck, he was so whipped. He'd rob a bank if Off asked him too. 
                          
But what was This?
                          
What were they doing with each other? 
                          
Were they dating? Friends with benefits?
                          
Gun sighed and touched his swollen lips. "I think I love you." He muttered, but Off was too far away to hear. 
                          
It took Gun awhile for his reddened cheeks to return to normal, and his small problem to fix itself but when he was situated, he returned to set where it apparently had been wrapped. 
                          
They were already finished for the night. 
                          
"Gun!" Singto ran up to him. "We should go eat dinner when everything's finished tonight."
                          
Gun smiled. "I have to ask Off, he's my ride home." 
                          
"Take your time." 
                          
Suddenly, Krist appears behind the tall man, wrapping his arms around him. 
                          
This kind of affection was normal for a BL couple, but Gun still squinted his eyes and wondered if there was more going on. Then he laughed to himself, just because he and Off are secret lovers doesn't mean every other actor has the same relationship. 
                          
Since Gun was small in height, he had to tippy-toe to find his towering friend, and when he did, his heart just about dropped. 
                          
There Off was, leaning over a wooden table, flirting with some girls. Some extras from the set. It was apparent he was flirting from the way he flipped his straightened hair in their direction, and flashed his gummy smile. Was he- was he giving them his LINE ID? 
                          
The girls giggled as they exchanged their numbers with the actor and Gun frowned. Off really was into girls. 
                          
They all were his type too. Tall, fair-skinned, brunette- 
                          
Gun felt as though he'd been punched in the gut, or more accurately, his heart. Instead of consulting the other, he marched straight back to Singto and Krist where they were still in their own bubble. "I'm ready to go." 
                          
Singto didn't even question it, as he ushered the two to his car. 
                          
They reached a good Sushi place not far from where they were filming and Krist just about yelled in excitement. "I love the food here!" He did a little dance which caused Gun to laugh. 
                          
Then his phone rang and he looked down to see a picture of that jerk coworker of his. Gun declined the call.
                          
Off called again when they were seated. 
                          
Then again when the food came. 
                          
"Do you need to take that?" Singto pointed at his phone, which was now flashing since he took the sound off. 
                          
Frustrated, Gun answered and walked outside the restaurant. "Hello?" His tone was harsher than he intended. 
                          
"Hey where are you? I was worried." 
                          
"I got a ride from Singto, we're eating sushi right now." Gun huffed at how Off sounded. 'I was worried' my ass. How worried was he when he was flirting with 5 different women? 
                          
"Oh. Why?" 
                          
Gun couldn't explain to Off without sounding like a jealous girlfriend. So instead he shrugged, even though the man couldn't see him. Then he sighed. "I was tired, and I couldn't find you." 
                          
It was a little white lie, but suddenly he felt guilty and stupid for feeling angry over a fake relationship. He and Off were nothing. He had to get that through his head. 
                          
No smut this chapter, but next chapter hehe :)