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
"You know, I realized I don't know much about you," Moonhee blurted out loud, unsure where this sudden thought came from.
It was New Years Eve, and instead of drinking with their other friends, Moonhee suggested they came out here to the balcony. Everyone was celebrating inside, both the music and the chatter muffled as they huddled close near the railing, her head resting on his shoulder. Her own head was buzzing, but all she could really focus on was the warmth of her heartbeat as Taehyung's arm wrapped around her.
"Didn't you get a packet about me?" Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, leaning his chin against the top of her head.
"Well, yeah. But you don't like any of those things on there," Moonhee pointed out. "It says you like mint chocolate chip ice cream, but you hate it. And melon. You don't like melon flavored things but you like strawberries."
"Does it really say that?" Taehyung murmured, turning to look ahead at the city below them.
"Yeah, it does," Moonhee glanced over at him, noticing how his adam's apple bobbed nervously in the hollow of his throat. "Why is it like that?"
"I don't know," Taehyung shrugged. "Interests change often though. It was probably outdated."
"If you say so," She replied, though she didn't say anything further, knowing all that information was supposed to be recent.
It was what the entire general public knew about Taehyung, and honestly, it was too good to be true. Every interest he had fit the latest trends and the answer to every personality question fit all kinds of dreamy ideals. In that packet, she couldn't believe herself over how perfect he was, like somebody else made his personality and handed it to him.
Moonhee couldn't understand Taehyung whenever he fell silent. It was a different kind of silence. Not the kind where it was awkward but in the sense that something else, something more serious was going on. Something that nobody else could see unless you chose to look in between the lines and find it for yourself. But even so, it meant that most people would never really... know.
When the glitz and glamor of acting finally wore off and it its wake were permanent frowns she couldn't ease or blank expressions where Taehyung was too absorbed inside of his head to even hear her talk, every part of her ached, wanting to know what was wrong.
She tried to reach out to him, tried to approach the walls he built up only for Taehyung to cast her aside and act like he wasn't stuck in his head. She didn't know what to say to someone who clearly struggled. He didn't want help, didn't want anyone to speak to him or mention the times when he was locked up in the bathroom, his uneven breathing audible through the door.
