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 didn't remember getting back to Jeongguk's hotel room.
"In here." Jeongguk stopped in front of one of the many doors in that hallway. He was busy fishing out the keycard from his jacket, his brows furrowed in concentration, and fucking hell, Taehyung was horribly down bad.
He wasn't doing anything but existing, and his heart was already ravaging the crater in his chest with a violent beat, throbbing only for the man in front of him and seemingly nothing else. He couldn't rip his eyes away from him. Not now, and not ever.
When Jeongguk got the door open, his gaze flitted upward and met his. Taehyung froze, unprepared, but he couldn't look away at the wonder that was Jeon Jeongguk in the goddamn flesh.
He knew it was selfish to stand there and waste time merely just to admire the beautiful man in front of him. Taehyung felt as if he were to blink, this dream would fade away, and he would wake up, alone and miserable. Part of him still believed that there was no way this real, and if it wasn't, he was going to savor every second.
The two of them watched the door slowly swing ajar, but neither of them made a move to go in.
"You can go first," Jeongguk said, almost breathless.
There was something softer about his voice, but nothing could beat how he sounded when he told him he loved him.
Taehyung has been confessed to a lot of times during the course of his life. Whether it be in movies, shows, or even outside the set, nothing could ever surpass the moment in time where Jeongguk told him he loved him.
Jeon Jeongguk loved him.
There were millions of people in this world, and he chose to love him.
There were millions of people in this world that loved Taehyung, but Jeon Jeongguk was the only one that mattered.
"O-Okay," He stammered after a few moments passed. His neck felt warm under Jeongguk's intense stare. Taehyung licked his own lips and brushed past Jeongguk. He entered the suite, and right before him was a typical, luxury bedroom with massive windows overlooking the city below them.
But some of Jeongguk's things inhabited the lonely space. His suitcase and belongings were pushed to the corner, and much to Taehyung's surprise, there was a camera set-up on one of the desks. Multiple of them rested on the smooth surface with other parts he didn't understand.
"You brought this many cameras?" Taehyung asked, hoping the question would slice through the tension enveloping them both. He hugged himself tight, his fingers digging lightly into his forearms as he heard the door click shut.
"Yeah," Jeongguk said. "I actually had some work to do. Galleries aren't set up over night." He could hear the gentle grin in his voice.
"Why'd you decide to use pictures from our set?" He found himself asking, voice light as he felt Jeongguk join his side. Taehyung inhaled sharply, feeling Jeongguk's cool palm slide over the side of his waist, fingers catching on the fabric of his blazer.
