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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Taehyung was going crazy.
He stood in front of his mirror, peering at his reflection warily underneath the hazy, yellow lamplight of his bedroom. This wasn't the first time tonight that he found himself standing in this same spot, thoughts tossing and turning over in his head as he judged how he looked.
No outfit seemed right. Every button on each shirt he put on seemed too tight, too plain, or too simple. Even his pants didn't look right. Nothing hugged his figure the way he wanted. Other times, things were just too lose.
His hair, oh god his hair, was not even cooperating either. Don't get him started on that.
For some reason, this was the first occasion in a while where he wanted to actually stand out. He didn't want to merely blend into the background of the dozens of other gallery-goers that were rumored to be filling up this elite event. Hell, he wanted to stick out so badly that no painting or photograph would even compare.
Fuck, he was going crazy. Absolutely crazy, and there was no denying the reason why.
Tonight was Eon's first exhibition of the new year. It was also going to be the first time in weeks since he last saw Jeonguk.
He didn't expect Jeongguk to be the type to want to stand out either, especially when it came to this secret hobby of his. Call him delusional, but Taehyung couldn't help but think that choosing to debut a brand new exhibit in January was ballsy.
So ballsy that it was nearly out of character.
Taehyung didn't try to look too deep into it, or rather, he kept himself from snooping too hard in the media. Yes, it was strange that Eon was suddenly active and did every interview he could, or that this project came out of nowhere when he was rumored to show later in the spring.
The exhibition date was not made with him in mind. This was Jeongguk's work—his passion project. He wasn't sending him some secret message like Jeongguk usually did when he wanted him to know something.
This whole thing was an outlier, completely detached from their relationship (what was left of that relationship). It was just work for Jeongguk, and a simple date with Moonhee for himself. Taehyung needed to remind himself of the real reason he was going.
He needed to think of the Jeon that was actually right in front of him. Not the other one who was always so far out of reach.
Swallowing thickly, he removed another button once more. His breathing was a little more shallow than usual. Fuck. He ran a trembling hand through his hair. This wasn't going to work, but if he didn't settle on anything, he was going to be late.
It was snowing outside, so he opted for a full black ensemble and a black trench coat. It ended up being simple, but at this point, he couldn't dawdle around anymore.
