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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He couldn't believe his eyes.
Honestly, he couldn't believe anything.
Taehyung's heart hammered in his ears, his gaze trained on the back of Jeongguk's head as he quietly followed him. It was difficult to even comprehend the man in front of him after being apart for so long.
He didn't know where they were going. The venue was massive, but Jeongguk seem to know where they were heading. Part of him wanted to ask, but deep down, he knew to trust him.
That was all he was asking for anyway in the silence that shrouded them— trust.
Taehyung didn't think there was any left, but he was willing to offer him whatever if it meant being able to be in his presence once again.
There was something lodged in his throat. Taehyung couldn't bring himself to talk, even if there was so much he needed to say, to do. Apologies lingered on his tongue, questions flooded his mind. He didn't prepare himself enough for this moment. Hell, he didn't think this would have ever happened.
He wondered why Jeongguk did this in the first place. Sure, he could be unreasonable, but he was never reckless. Why did he want to be in the spotlight all of a sudden when the mere idea of the industry repulsed him?
Thousands upon thousands of thoughts manifested inside of his mind, but it was a different kind of storm that left his palms all nervously clammy at his sides and his stomach a tangled mess.
It wasn't the dark kind. The kind that tormented him before he could fall asleep for nights on end, leaving him twisting and turning in his sheets, damp with sweat, unable to escape it and the tremors that followed in violent waves. The kind that didn't immediately fog over his head and trap him beneath a panic that left his lungs useless; terrorized.
Instead, it was like a flurry; the first fall of snow after days of bitter cold.
He couldn't quite call it excitement. Perhaps it was relief. Whatever it was, it didn't consume him like his anxiety usually did. Instead, it heightened his senses by tenfold, making him hyper-aware of the person just a few steps ahead of him.
The blizzard outside didn't seem so cruel anymore either. In fact, it wasn't the storm he originally thought it was when he arrived. Soft flurries of white, frozen dust seemed to dance against the black evening sky. It was oddly peaceful, like each crystal that fell from the sky somehow slowed down time.
Hang in there. He inhaled sharply as his fingers curled into fists at his sides. He filled his lungs with air even though it felt like breathing in glass. Breathe. Just breathe.
He wasn't going to run away now. Not when Jeongguk came all this way to see him.
This was so evidently his chance to speak to him, to reach out one last time, and hold onto what was left. If there was anything left in the first place.
