→You ever heard 'bout fanfiction?☆ 「YinWar」

→Maybe a kiss could make it clear? ♪

Notes:
I had chapter two already written as a PromBonz chapter, that would have continued chapter one, but after watching Jack and Joker, I decided to delete all of the PromBonz content and just keep the YinWar storyline intact.

I had chapter two already written as a PromBonz chapter, that would have continued chapter one, but after watching Jack and Joker, I decided to delete all of the PromBonz content and just keep the YinWar storyline intact.
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The lights on set dimmed, and the director called for a much-needed break. Jack & Joker was a demanding show, both emotionally and physically, and Yin and War had spent the entire day filming scenes that pushed them to their limits. It was nothing new for them—both were seasoned actors, comfortable in their roles and with each other after years of working together.

They had shared countless kisses on screen, each one scripted and carefully choreographed. Each touch, each gaze meticulously designed to fit the story. But now, as the crew buzzed around them, resetting the scene, something hung in the air between them—something unspoken yet undeniable.

Yin was the first to break the silence, stretching out his arms as he stood up from the couch where their characters had just filmed an emotional confrontation. War remained sitting, his eyes following Yin's movements with an intensity that made Yin's pulse quicken. War had always been good at this—at slipping so seamlessly into his character that it was hard to tell where the role ended and the real War began.

Yin turned back toward him, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead. "You okay?" he asked, his voice casual but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper.

War looked up at him, his expression conflicted. He nodded slowly, though his eyes said otherwise. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... processing."

Yin sat back down next to him, the space between them almost non-existent. He didn't say anything at first, just let the quiet settle between them, the sound of the crew fading into the background. His hand rested on his knee, fingers brushing against War's leg without thought, a simple touch that sent a spark through his skin. War tensed, but he didn't pull away.

"You've been quiet today," Yin said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's going on?"

War's gaze flickered down to their hands, where Yin's fingers now lightly grazed his own. His breath hitched in his throat, the simple touch sending a rush of emotions through him that he wasn't ready to face.

"I don't know if this is me," War finally said, his voice raw and unsure. "Or if I'm still in character."

Yin's heart clenched at the words. War had always been methodical, diving deep into his roles, losing himself in the process. But this—this felt different. Yin could feel it too, the blurring of lines, the confusion between what was real and what was pretend. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe, for too long, they had been pretending.

"It's just us here now, P'War," Yin said gently, his hand turning so his fingers could fully intertwine with War's. "There's no script. No cameras rolling."

War stared at their hands, his mind racing. He didn't pull away, but he didn't fully lean into the touch either. "But what if I'm wrong? What if it's just because we've been acting like this for so long?"

Yin swallowed, his heart beating fast. "Then stop acting," he said, his voice firmer than before. "And just be here. With me."

War's eyes flicked up to meet Yin's, and for a moment, everything else fell away. There was no set, no crew, no characters they were playing. Just them—Yin and War, two people who had spent years side by side, never fully acknowledging what might lie beneath the surface.