*This is a continuation story of Vee and War from my other story "I transmigrated as the person my bestriend loved." However, it's only loosely connected to that story, so you can start reading this story without needing to read the original.
A/N: Forget the angst from the previous story—this is a full-on romcom! I repeat, a big, feel good romcom! Yes, it's me, writing a YinWar romcom! You're welcome!"
I'm almost done with this fic so I'm publishing it again. Only a few chapters left for polishing so wish me luck yeah?
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"I don't like the ending."
War blinked rapidly, staring at the script as if it had betrayed him. The draft sat in front of him, crinkled at the corners from the violent shove it had endured moments ago. Across the table, Vee Vivis, the 29-year-old director with the emotional range of a brick wall, leaned back in his chair with a smirk that could melt ice—if said ice had feelings and War wasn't seconds away from strangling him.
"I don't like the ending," Vee repeated, his voice dripping with the kind of casual disdain one reserves for lukewarm coffee.
War stared at him, flabbergasted. "You what?"
Vee's gaze didn't shift from his phone. "I believe you heard me. Or do I need to write it down? Big letters, crayon, maybe a drawing of a sad stick figure?"
James, the producer, was on the verge of a meltdown. "But... but... it's the same as the book! War, you didn't change the ending, right?"
"Not a word," War confirmed, his sympathy growing for the bags under James' eyes.
Vee finally looked up, squinting like he'd just discovered a tragic piece of modern art. "So it's been this bad all along?"
War felt his eye twitch. "Excuse me?"
Vee leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands as if preparing to deliver a sermon. "You mean to tell me, dear author, that the book ends like this? Happy? Just... happy? They walk off into the sunset, trauma magically healed, like this is some 90's rom-com?"
"Uh... yeah?"
James gave a faint whimper. "You've read the book, right?"
Vee raised an eyebrow, unbothered. "I read... most of it."
War and James exchanged a look.
"Skipped the ending, though," Vee admitted casually, like it was no big deal. "I got bored."
War inhaled sharply, trying not to combust. "You're the director. You're supposed to—"
"Look," Vee interrupted, "I get it. You wrote a feel-good ending. But these two"—he pointed to the characters' names in the script—"they're a mess. You really expect Dew to just snuggle up next to Best every night like he didn't spend most of their relationship emotionally destroying him? Where's the lingering trauma? The trust issues? Reality check, Mr. Writer: the world is not that nice."
War's blood boiled. Vee doesn't know the half of it!YinMark's story—the real story—was tragic, and the happy ending he'd written for DewBest was his way of giving them the peace they never got in real life. Of course, Vee, with his heart as cold as the iced Americano he constantly clutched, didn't understand that. He didn't need to.
"You don't like happy endings?" War asked through gritted teeth. "What, you think you're some misunderstood dark visionary or something?"
"No," Vee replied, deadpan, "I just think your characters deserve better than the nonsense you're spoon-feeding them. Do you expect Best to just forget Dew's 'cruelty' overnight? What are you, twelve?"
That did it.
War lunged across the table, fist first, but Vee—being both an arrogant jerk and annoyingly athletic—dodged with ease, grabbing War's arm mid-punch like this was some kind of action film. James, poor James, was frozen in place, his face a mosaic of terror.
"Let go of me, you smug—"
"You're getting this worked up over fictional characters?" Vee's smirk returned, like he was enjoying this. "You made them up, remember? Why are you acting like they're real?"
War growled in frustration, snatching up the script and flinging it straight at Vee's face. The pages hit their mark with a satisfying smack, and James finally broke his paralysis, yelping as the situation escalated.
"Here!" War shouted, "You want to rewrite the ending? Knock yourself out, you pretentious, egotistical sociopath!"
Vee wiped his forehead, barely suppressing a grin. "Egotistical sociopath? Really, War? Is that the best you've got?"
War was already storming toward the door, ready to get as far away from this insanity as possible, when Vee's voice echoed behind him.
"Hey, War." He paused, hand on the doorknob, glaring over his shoulder. "Which do you prefer? Banging women or being rimmed and f—"
*BANG!
In the blink of an eye, War was back at the table, aiming for Vee's neck like his life depended on it. James, finally functioning, threw himself between the two, dragging War away from what would certainly be a felony.
"Let me at him! I swear, I'm gonna—"
"Calm down, Khun! Please! Think of the script!" James cried, his knee slamming into the table in his frantic efforts to hold War back. War stumbled forward—right into Vee.
Thud.
Foreheads collided. Lips brushed. War froze. So did Vee.
A second passed. Then another.
"Oh... that's bold, Mr. Wanarat," Vee drawled, recovering faster, brushing his hair back with a knowing smile. "You've got guts."
War's face went beet red. "BASTARD!"
He would've bolted out the door, but James—now channeling some kind of angry deity—pulled him back, voice finally steady. "I don't care what your problem is with each other. I want the script, and I want it finalized tonight!"
He stormed out, locking the door behind him.
War's mouth fell open. "What the hell? James! Let me out! You can't just—"
"No one leaves until you two agree on an ending!" came James's voice from the hallway. "See you at nine!"
War banged on the door in vain, while Vee, completely unbothered, casually opened his laptop.
"Don't bother," Vee said, not even looking up. "James isn't kidding. He'll keep us in here all night if he has to."
War groaned, dropping into the chair farthest from Vee. "I hate this. I hate you."
Vee just chuckled. "Get comfy, then. You've got four hours to change your mind."
War crossed his arms, glaring daggers at the director. This was going to be a long, long night.
And James was probably right—there was a good chance only one of them would still be alive by the end of it.
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Fanfiction"I don't like your ending!" It was what Director Vivis said to the author and screenwriter War when they first talk about the new bl series they'd about to make. How can these two people with opposite ideologies fall in love when all they do is bic...
