Madness for Two 🎬 yungi [▶]

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"Okay, this is the last day of shooting, ummm..."

Jongho always hated this part. He was never good at giving final motivating words, or at least something memorable. No one told him that as a director, he still had to face the public, deliver a few words in front of many people. Sure, he could command and give instructions well when it came to scenes in his film. But the essence of Jongho quitting acting class with Yunho and pursuing a career as a director was to be behind the scenes, meaning he could stay involved in film production without facing too much spotlight.

Jongho heard Yunho's mischievous chuckle beside him, "Okay, this will take a long time if you wait for Jongho to finish his speech." Yunho knew he might be considered rude for cutting Jongho's short speech, his director who, in other words, employed Yunho in this film, but seeing Jongho's face turning red while trying to give a death glare at him was something enjoyable. Yunho was proud of his ability to be annoying.

Whatever. In essence, you've all worked hard." Jongho ran his fingers through his hair nervously, then looked back at all the actors and crew. "I appreciate your hard work, and hopefully, those who watch this film can give the same appreciation. Thanks," he said, closing it with a thin smile that seemed awkward. Then thunderous applause filled the room, Jongho couldn't see it because Yunho hugged him tightly while ruffling his hair.

"You did a great job, Jongho!" Yunho exclaimed, squeezing him, laughing happily. Jongho reminded himself that Yunho had great strength, and he sometimes forgot about it.

"Shit! Oxygen!" Jongho shouted, stepping away from Yunho and breathing heavily. He could hear laughter and some amused giggles. Jongho was genuinely annoyed by Yunho's behavior, sometimes becoming manic when too excited. But well, he couldn't deny that he was also happy at the moment.

So, letting Yunho hug him tightly once in a while wasn't that bad.

Suddenly, Jongho felt a light tap on his shoulder. When he turned, he found a cold smile on Magnus Song's face, or Song Mingi. "Good job, Tristan Choi." Jongho smiled widely and shook hands with the man. Then, he cleared his throat lightly, looking at Yunho, who was now standing behind Jongho, surprised to see MAGNUS FITZGERALD SONG approaching his director and praising him? Really? This could only mean two things. If Mingi hadn't just bumped into something, he might have heard that the apocalypse was coming and decided to be a bit more human before dying? Who knows.

Jongho stepped aside a bit, giving Yunho and Mingi a little space. For a moment, the entire room's breath seemed to stop. All conversations seemed to go into mute mode. This wasn't without reason; it became so extraordinary because, as co-stars in a film with a quite lengthy production time, these two were never seen getting along. Jongho, usually more concerned about the demands from producers in his previous films, somehow spent most of his stress ensuring that the two main actors in his film didn't start killing each other as soon as the cameras stopped recording their expressions of falling in love. Jongho appreciated their professionalism in front of the camera, but Jongho would be so grateful if he could shoot peacefully for a day without listening to their arguments.

Mingi straightened his posture a bit now, standing, looking at Yunho with the same cold gaze as usual, and with a level of hatred that seemed to be directed only at Yunho, for some reason.

Yunho stared back with a bit of anger and a hint of curiosity.

Mingi took a breath and started speaking, "You're not that bad, Jung," and a thin grin adorned his handsome face.