When Kim Taehyung's fictional romance with his costar Jeon Jeongguk starts to feel more genuine than anything he accomplished in his entire acting career, he believes it shouldn't be a problem: after all, it's just acting.
But isn't it wrong to be...
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When Taehyung woke up, he only had one thing in mind: since Seattle was so beautiful, Jeongguk's crappy treatment wasn't going to ruin the experience for him.
He wasn't going to let him have that satisfaction, and if they couldn't get along, he just had to put on the best act in his entire—
"—You wear glasses?" A low voice made Taehyung stop dead in his tracks the moment he entered the kitchen. Sitting by the island, eating what seemed to be pancakes, was Jeongguk himself.
"Yes?" He answered carefully.
"Cool," Jeongguk drank from a cup filled with milk.
"Why are you here?" Taehyung decided to ask, his fingers subconsciously reaching to push his glasses further up his nose. He honestly forget he had them on. He only wore them when his eyes were extra tired.
"Did you already forget yesterday?" Jeongguk said dryly, stabbing his fork into a stack of syrup-drenched goodness. When Taehyung didn't answer, he simply sighed.
"Want some food?" He gestured at the other tray of warm pancakes waiting for him. The only problem— it was right next to Jeongguk.
"I guess," Taehyung said, hating how awkward this entire situation was. "At least they fed us."
Taehyung wasn't in the mood to talk. He grabbed his tray and scooted away from him to the opposite end of the island. It was surprising that Jeongguk wasn't already treating him terribly, but he guessed it was still too early to rile each other up. It was barely seven anyway.
Taehyung glanced down at the steaming pancakes topped with whipped cream and strawberries and immediately dug in. He didn't eat American food often in Korea, so he might as well enjoy it before he got tired of it.
As they ate, neither one said a word. Occasionally a bird would chirp in the distance, or their silverware would clink against the counter top. Jeongguk's attention was fixed on something else: a stack of papers. If it was the script, maybe it wouldn't hurt to talk to each other and at least have a single civil conversation.
"Is that the script?" He asked, pointing his fork at the paper Jeongguk was reading.
"Yep," Jeongguk popped his p, not looking up from his lines. "What about it?"
Great. Taehyung didn't think this far into their little conversation. He snatched a bottled water out of the plastic bag and popped open the cap, deciding on what else to say as the cool liquid soothed his dry throat.
Eventually he said, "What part are you reading?"
"The first part." At that, Taehyung set his waterbottle down and spared Jeongguk an unimpressed look.
Surprisingly, Jeongguk was returning his gaze, though his expression was still relatively passive. A part of him wondered if he was an actual, talented actor.
