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(7) FIGHT CLUB CUES THUNDER ON SET

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Fight Club Cues Thunder On Set

rain rain go away

come again another day

I can't stand this pain

rain rain go away

S. U. N. G. H. O. O. N.

"ACTION," the director yells. Thunder rumbles all over the set. The leading actress, that stands opposite of me in this scene, falls to her knees. Tears streaming down her face. 

She cries, "Is this what you want?" 

Her hands beat her chest as if her heart is about to stop beating.

"I give up; I know you don't like me back, so stop torturing me!"

Her clothes are drenched. Hair sticks to her neck. I stare at her blankly as she waits for me to say my line.

"You should go home. Be prepared to actually work professionally tomorrow," I reply coldly, turning my back to her. 

"No, it hurts too much. I quit!" Her eyes fall to the dampening pavement.

"What?"

"I won't be your assistant anymore,"  she breathes deeply, realizing what she said. The air coming out of her mouth appears in a white smokey mist. It's freezing on this set.

"CUT!" the director yells, "Great! That was the last scene before lunch; Everybody it's break time."

The rain ceases and I watch as the actress in front of is bundle up in towels. I hand my umbrella over to the prop manager and head to my dressing room.

Walking down my private hall, I see the door is open. Sunoo... he's sitting on my couch waiting for me. As I'm about to go in, I freeze. He hasn't looked up yet and his fist is clutched closed. 

I hear the sound of small items sliding against plastic and I realize he's gripping onto a pill bottle.  Still not noticing me, he pours a few into his hand. Green. He's in pain. 

I sigh, Heeseung's right. Why does he insist on living like this? He should be at home resting. 

"Sunoo," I call out, but my eyes immediately widen. A leather hand covers my mouth and suddenly there's a strong force pulling me back. 

"Freak!" I bite the stranger's fingers and he lets go yelping in pain. 

Sprinting forward, I think I might be able to get away, but I'm wrong. I hear him pounce and I'm breathing like a maniac.  His hands intertwine with the locks of my hair.

I hit the ground with a pretty loud thump.

"Hey! My scalp's sensitive!" 

I yell in an attempt to make a scene.

"I'm going to kill you," he growls back. 

Disgusted, I feel myself beginning to blink like a hundred times. His breath...  not only does he sound like a dog; He must eat like one too.

Unable to stand in my current position, I reach up to stop him from dragging me. My nails sink into his wrist. He doesn't care as his cracked skin begins to bleed.