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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ONE YEAR AGO
"Have you thought about our contract?" Moonhee asked softly, tracing her finger down Taehyung's bare chest. It was winter and her apartment was freezing, but it was a bit more bearable with Taehyung by her side.
They were drunk and her head was buzzing, veins throbbing with the celebratory alcohol that roamed through her. She wasn't sure if she would remember this later, if Taehyung would recall what they did, for the alcohol they consumed was overpowering everything else.
She wondered if he felt how much she adored him. With her legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips latched against the junction where her neck met her collarbone, she wondered if Taehyung could hear the fondness in every moan she let out for him as he made her his own on a drunken whim. But with the way he kissed her, made her broken pieces something worth loving, maybe it was a sober thought that needed a little courage.
"Yeah, I have. I was going to ask you about it," Taehyung's arms were now wrapped around her small frame, bringing her closer, greedy for the heat her tiny body radiated against his. "Why?"
"It ends soon," Moonhee murmured, letting out a content sigh as Taehyung's gentle touch ran down the dip of her exposed back. "And we have a lot of free time after filming ends."
"Right," Taehyung hummed, twirling her dark hair around his fingers. "What do you think we should do?"
"Maybe I can open up my schedule," Moonhee said. "I can leave my schedule empty, and... maybe we can go somewhere and run away from it all."
"Run away? That's a funny way of putting it," He teased.
She nodded, pulling back to smile down at him, her hair falling over her eyes. Taehyung's gentle touch pushed each strand behind her ears, beaming up at her with the same kind of fondness she could see mirroring in her own through his dark, honest eyes that stared at her like she was his entire world.
"What? Don't you ever think about it? Running away?" She bit down on her lip, feeling Taehyung's other hand settle over her hip, squeezing her side.
"What's there to run away from?" He whispered.
"I don't know. Everything?" She let out a laugh, breathless and easy and full of adoration because the things Taehyung did to her made her feel young again. "I want to run away with you one day."
"Sure, if that's what you really want." Taehyung's brows raised over his forehead. She merely giggled at his shock, adjusting herself so she propped her arm up on the pillow and could stare down at him.
"Is what you want?" Moonhee asked, letting her hand drift to his jaw, the back of her fingers running over the stubble Taehyung was yet to shave away.
"Yeah. I told you. I want what you want," Taehyung answered. "If you want to run away, sure. We can do that. We can make that happen."
"God, you're just so perfect," She shook her head, unable to hide the smile that graced her lips. "What did I do to deserve you?"
