Unpredictable | Yoshihwan

14

"John, you're scene is next, get ready." My manager reminded me. My stylist double-checked my makeup and clothes before sending me out to the scene.

Three months had passed and my schedule was packed due to my shoot. In this scene where I the male lead who's finally noticing the female lead the attention. It's still cliché from my perspective.

This uniform is tight almost as if I can't breathe. After filming, I practiced my lines in the makeup room since the others are filming their scenes.

I stopped midway when Jun called me.

[ Hey! Doing good? I haven't heard from you for a while. ]

"I guess."

[ Don't tell me you haven't moved on yet. ]

"I mean who does? Like I was ghosted."

[ Shame, he was a catch too. ]

"Fuck him. Fuck him for throwing love bombs at me. Wait, why are we even talking about him? What do you want?" I asked a bit annoyed, now that he just mentioned that guy.

Pretty my ass.

[ Meanie, wanna go shopping tomorrow? I finally got my first fan meet. ]

"Sure, it's the weekend anyway."

We talked more about random things before practicing more lines. Jun started a band with a group of singers that plays instruments. They got famous quickly around a month after releasing their first album.

I visited and listened to them once at their studio. It was intriguing. Jun has this charismatic personality, so I know he'd do well and the others.

"John! You okay?" Sam asked as he walked towards me.

"I'm okay. Something wrong?"

"Were you dumped?"

I looked at him as if he were seriously asking me if I got dumped. That made me even more irritated, what's with the fuss? Am I making it obvious that I just got ghosted in general?

I shouldn't worry them about this.

"No way. I'm just tired. Can I ask you a favor?" I asked trying to freshen up my mind.

"Sure, what is it?" he put down the brush he was holding.

"Can you get me a quencher? Thanks."

I sighed in relief as he left. I'm not gonna act on something stupid like this. If he wants to play with me, then so be it. Just about I'm ready to tell him and he'll ghost me as if I was a toy for him?

What a waste, honestly. Can't believe I fell for you. Three months, huh, can't even leave me a message. Whatever, I don't even wanna hear this depressing story.

I continually practiced my own and waited for my next scene. After a few hours of filming, We're finally sent home.

"You don't have anything on schedule." My manager says as he dropped me off. I nodded and went inside the building. Got my keycard and opened the door.

Did I leave the windows open again? Why does it smell like smoke every time I go home? This ventilation system needs to stop, can't this annoying smell?

I changed my clothes after taking a shower and cleaned the whole apartment. Putting my scented candles almost everywhere.

"Now that's more like it."