Another day of recording arrives, and today, in special, you feel your blood boiling from anger.
You get to the set and your feet don't stop walking while you greet the others with a good morning, immediately going to your dressing room. Whispers, glances and little giggles follow you, annoying even more the little mood you have, and that has a reason: the last episode you and Haechan recorded together.
The last episode of your series was a success. Everywhere people are talking about it. Magazines, websites, tv programs. The fans are getting crazy with your characters couple that came up now. Not only you have to handle seeing pics of you and Haechan kissing all the time, but now a little rumor was created in the set.
The fact that you and Haechan hated each other was known only by the staff. A lot of famous people hate each other in real life, but they always hide it from the public to not create any problem. But after your last recording with Haechan, the staff is strangely gossiping about how ''realistic'' the kissing scene was between you two.
After getting your makeup done, you go to the waiting room while the other scenes are being recorded. You sit down and start to read the script for today, rolling your eyes at each line you read. Suddenly, the door opens, and you see Haechan. Not expecting to see you there, he hesitates, but ends up getting in and walking towards the other side of the room.
-Always early, ugh? - He mumbles, and you glance at him.
-And you always late. - You say back, and Haechan scoffs, sitting down. - Have you read the script yet? - You ask.
-Yeah. Another romantic scene. - He says and you nod. - With more kisses. - He says, and you look up, glaring at him. - Just pointing out. I'm already used to it. Have you seen how many views our scene got on YouTube? - He leans his back on the chair with a proud smile. - At least there's a good part of kissing you. - You scoff, crossing your arms.
-It was you who improvised last time and didn't do the technical kiss. Don't act like you were forced to kiss me. - You say and Haechan laughs.
-It was for the recording purpose. And you improvised too. - He complains, and you sigh, standing up.
-Whatever. Since we are here, let's rehearse the lines. - You say, and he snorts, lazily standing up too.
With the script in your hands, you start to say your lines.
-Now that Francis died, we only have each other. What if... you die too? Please, don't go. - You say, looking at him while glancing at the script in your hand.
-I won't die. I won't never leave you. - Haechan says and looks at his script. - Here is saying we have to kiss now. - Haechan says, and you nod, feeling your heart starting to beat faster again. - We can do it like this. - He says, getting his face closer to yours. His eyes stare at you, only a few inches away.
-I think it's better if you stay at my right side, this way the lightening will be better. - You say, watching Haechan's eyes glancing from your eyes to lips.
He pulls away for a moment, switching sides with you, slightly brushing his nose on yours. Your breaths hit your faces, and suddenly, the temperature in that small waiting room feels higher.
-Better? - He asks, and you nod. His voice strangely sounds so deep out of sudden, and his presence is so intense.
His face gets closer as his lips surround yours in a peck. You hate to admit that even for a simple kiss like that, he can do it so well. Well enough to deconcentrated you. He opens his eyes, staring at you like he is waiting for something.
-Your line. - He says, and you gulp. You raise the script in your hand, reading the next line.
-Do you promise that you will come back to me? - You say, looking at him again.
-How could I not come back if you are my only home? - Haechan says the next line, pulling you by your waist.
Your body crashes on his as your eyes close, feeling your lips on his once again. And just like the first time, your kiss is not technical. On the other way around, you see yourself being the one to deepen the kiss. It was an rehearse, right? That's what your head was trying to tell you to hide the fact that you wanted to do it again with him.
The adrenaline flows through your veins, and it doesn't take long for it to get heated. His hands hold your waist tightly, pulling you against him. Your hand flies to his face, searching for balance, walking to his nape and scratching his skin with your nails. His hair intertwines with your fingers while he moves frenetically, like he was experiencing something he never had before.
You feel his feet stepping back, dragging you as he leans on the wall without letting go of you. Your sighs are loud, and your hearts punch the wall of your chests. The point of your fingers seems to burn in contact with his skin, but not like something bad. Something more like passion embers. Haechan pulls away, and before you could complain, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it in a soft bite, making it impossible to hold back a smile.
-This is not on the script. - You mumble between his kisses, and Haechan chuckles.
-Are you still following it? - His sarcastic tone mixed with his proud smirk gave your stomach all the butterflies you had ever had.
You smile, letting the paper in your hand fall on the floor, immediately kissing him again. Your little guilty secret was feeling too good to not be found, and that was the moment when the room's door opened in a slam, startling your soul out of you. At the door, a shocked staff looked at you, covering her mouth in surprise.
-U-Uhm... we are just- rehearsing. For the next scene. - You stutter while Haechan sighs, fixing his hair, now totally messed by the treatment he had.
-Y-Yeah! Sorry for interrupting. I'll come back later. - The staff gets out giggling and closing the door.
You glance at Haechan again, cleaning your throat.
-Well... - He says, taking his script on the floor. - It's better to let a kiss like that only for when we are ''rehearsing''. - He says, getting closer and stealing a last peck from your lips. - See you on set. - He walks to the door and leaves, winking at you.
