One shots (Character X Fem.Reader)

四十七

"I love you." He says, holding my hands, as I glanced at his lips. "Cut!" The director yells. I rolled my eyes. What was it now?" "Ira, you need to put more feelings into the confession!" He yells.

The guy who just said I love you, groaned. "How can you expect me to literally express some emotions other than disgust for this lady here?!"

Tch. Even though he and I were competitive, he showed it, really hard, while I, did my best, to keep my bullshit in. He's so fucking annoying! I swear!

Every time we get off set, all he does in complain! He's got another brain for bs! I rolled my eyes, and went off set, while Ira complained with the director. 

I went to my assistant, who handed me a towel. "Thanks." I nod to her, which she beams at. She gives me water, as I gulp the entire thing down.

I quickly got on set, as everyone was prepared again. "Ready? Three, two, one, action!" I looked into his eyes, and thought of the times my cat died, to conjure the feelings of sadness.

I know, the way of my acting methods are weird, but I can't help it. I don't even know what's going through this guys empty brain.

That was just my way, of making these emotions. "I'm sorry Rin! This won't work out! My parents won't allow us to date!" I said, tears leaping into my eyes.

For a second, I saw him falter, but then, he makes his move. "Lina, as long as you are with me, nothing in this world matters...I would even give my position as the heir to the J&F company."

I was internally laughing at him. "Oh Rin, you shouldn't do that..." I said, trying to sound sad. But not a moment after, I burst out laughing. "Cut! (Y/n)! What was that?!" The director yells.

I explain how I was just thinking of something funny. "Well, stop thinking of that thing, and focus! At the corner of my eyes, I could Ira eyeing me, but I ignored it. 

I got back onto set, as we quickly finished up for the day. When I got off set, could hear lot's of the people muttering how little they shot today. I shrugged, and walked away.

I headed to my car, but then I heard someone call my name. It was Ira. "So um...I just wanted to say um...never mind-I'll go-" He mutters.

I grabbed onto his sleeve. I was curious what he was going to say. For a second, he looks at me, wide eyed, then he covers his face. Was he this disgusted by me?

"Um, I just wanted to say...nice work today." H says, and I falter. He takes that chance, and yanks his sleeves from my grasp, and ran away. Was it just me, or was his face a little...red?

Ira POV:

I ran to her, wanting to yet again, confess my feelings, but just the sight of her, makes me nervous. I then, ran away, unable to face the embarrassment.

She grabbed onto my sleeves as I blushed. I covered my face with a arm, as I could feel like my face is heating up. It isn't fair. How come she has this type of effect on me?

I quickly changed my words, as she suddenly loosens her grasp. I yanked free, as even her touching me, made me shy. I quickly ran, and didn't turn to look behind.

This was so embarrassing. Then, I remembered what I said on set. The part where I said, that she was literally an annoying lady. My mood instantly droops.

How could I say that in front of her? Now I messed it all up...she probably hates me...I quickly got into my car. "Go home." I told the chauffer, tired, and unable to say anything else.

Will my love always be this bitter? I sighed. Then, I sat up straight. I can't deal with this anymore! I'm going to confess to them tomorrow, and I don't even care if I get rejected!

I held up my fist, in determination. Yes, that'll be my plan tomorrow! The worst she can do is reject me, not kill me!

(Y/n) POV:

I sighed, reading over the script over, and over, in my white pajamas. "This is so boring...who writes a script like this" I muttered, massaging my temples.

I quickly got up from my desk, and flopped onto my bed. Another day of torture tomorrow with him...hah, let's just sleep first. I'm getting quite tired.

Next morning

I quickly got in my car, and drove to the place. Fuck! Why did I have to wake up so late! I nearly sped through the city, getting there. When I got there, I was greeted by the set members.

I quickly got to work. At the corner of my eyes, I could see Ira staring at me, and whenever I turned to look at him, he would turn his head away. 

He then, calls my assistant over, and mutters something into her ear, which she nods. She walks back to me. "(Y/n), Ira wants to talk to you later. He says to meet him at the Tira Cafe.

I nodded, then looked at him again curiously. He turned his head away. Why is his face turning red? Could it be...does he have...a fever today?

At Cafe

I walked into the cafe, and immediately spotted him. Damn, he must've rented this whole place out, seeing there wasn't anyone except the cafe owner, and him.

He nods for me to sit down, and I do, but just cautiously. "So, what have you called me here for?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"Well...I um...(Y/n) you're such a nice...and pretty person, so I was wondering...if...you wanted to go out with me." He said, face flushing.

I gasped. Did I mistake it earlier? Perhaps he was... "Are you drunk?" I said, straight into his face, with makes his face flush redder. "No! I'm just telling you, I like you!" He yells.

I paused. "What? Is this a joke or something?" I laughed, but seeing he was serious, I quieted down. "I'm sorry Ira. I don't like you." I said, and just walked away.

I felt bad for doing that, but I didn't exactly want to make the situation more awkward, seeing that I rejected him, and he's probably thinking about something deep right now.

Ira POV:

I just sat there, and she left. I could feel the cafe owner's pitying gaze. I thought I would feel relief after I confessed...but what is this...tears?

I didn't think...it would hurt so much...I thought this weight on my heart would lift, and I would be free from it...but...it just worsened. This is such a bad day... 

(Y/n) POV:

Now it was I, that was avoiding his gaze now and then. "Cut!" The director yelled again. "(Y/n)! You have to look him into the eyes!" He yells.

The rest of his words blurred out, as I felt the sickening gaze again. I turned to look at Ira, but immediately snapped my eyes back, to staring at the floor.

That sickening gaze...it makes me want to... I vomited on the spot, feeling sick. My assistant runs to me, looking very worried, and helps me up. She tells them, that I'll be leaving, and quickly assists me to my car.

But then halfway, she receives a phone call, saying it's important, and leaves me, telling she'll be back. I sat at the place where she told me to sit, not feeling much better. 

Suddenly, I feel something whack me on the back of my head. My scream was silent, and soon, everything around me darkened. 

I woke up to a strange ticking sound. I immediately looked around me. Where was this? Why did the person take me here-

"(Y/n)...I'm sorry...I just...I couldn't bear the heartbreak...I hope you forgive me...I hope...I hope you forgive me..." Then, I felt a strong pain in my abdomen.

I looked down, and found a knife, stabbed deep into me. I looked at him. I could see his pleading, insane eyes. I know it now.

It was never hate or anything...it was obsession...and the so called word he used. The so called word called...love. Which ended up poisoning him like this.

"I'm sorry (Y/n)...forgive me for my foolish help...it's just...this makes me feel better you know? Knowing...you can't reject nor exactly accept me anymore..." He says, with tears.
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"(Y/n), I'm back from my call, where are you-...(Y/n?)..."

LA FIN