The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Baek Du-Ho (5)

Joon-woo held the lip product to his cheek, the lights and camera blared at him like guns. He wore a sly model smile and his shoulder length hair was bleached blonde and curled as it fell against his neck. The circle glasses he wore were lensless to prevent glare, but editing could fix that. Editing could fix anything.

In the waiting room a stylist hovered worriedly over Reggie as he slumped in a plastic fold out chair. He was more pale than usual, more pale than camera-attractive. He balled his hands together and buried his face in them. His leg bounced up and down like he was anxious.

Mi Yong was the first to be questioned. In suit and proper make up, he tried his best to wear an unknowing expression, but a worried one took over. A real worried one. Perhaps that made his lousy acting seem all too convincing.

"Reggie-ssi, is everything alright?" The stylist asked with beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks.

Reggie's reply was delayed, "I... yeah. I just haven't gotten much sleep lately. I'm really sorry for troubling you..." He bowed deeply from his seat.

The stylist exchanged glances with the makeup artists in the room. Panicked ones.

"Can someone go grab Mr. Jeong-ssi?" A make-up artist asked with a frown.

Mi Yong and Reggie exchanged a smug look before Mi Yong trailed off to search for Mr. Jeong. They all knew where he was, and he wasn't anymore to care for the sickly Reggie as he should've been.

Ryeo Hyun and Jung Hyun-Ok were freed from their make-up artists, so they approached Reggie with a shared curious expression.

"Reggie-ah, is this acting or real?" Jung Hyun-Ok asked, placing his hand to Reggie's forehead to check for a possible fever.

Reggie hummed, "Acting..." He whispered into Jung Hyun-Ok's ear. He played a sick man because he'd seen it many times in his seven months as an idol. "I learned from Joonie."

The two nodded and Baek Du-Ho joined the concern train, his make-up all done.

"Joon-woo's a good actor?" Baek Du-Ho asked, a little too loud.

Reggie nodded, "I think he acts his way through most schedules."

Even Ryeo Hyun seemed surprised by the idea, but before it could be expanded upon, the door opened and in came Joon-woo.

Caked in make-up and uncomfortable clothing, he ran Reggie's way without a care for the other people in his way. The stylists and make-up artists cleared the way and Ryeo Hyun pulled Baek Du-Ho lightly by the shoulder.

With a panicked expression anyone would find real, Joon-woo grabbed Reggie's shoulders and shook the elder once.

"Hyung, really, are you okay?" He asked, placing his hand against Reggie's forehead.

Reggie didn't brush Joon-woo's touch away like he did Jung Hyun-Ok's. In fact, it was a nice feeling in Reggie's stomach when Joon-woo looked at him with those faux worried eyes. Even though Joon-woo was doing this for the BGP, Reggie couldn't help but want more of... this. He liked this side of Joon-woo much more than the often cold and straightforward one.

Reggie nodded, taking one of Joon-woo's hands from his shoulder into his hands. He held Joon-woo's hand like a snowflake, like glass.

"I told you to go to sleep as soon as we got home last night." Joon-woo insisted, shaking his head.

Reggie tried to hide his smile. He wasn't a good actor, but he also never claimed to be.

"I did. I went to bed as soon as I could." Reggie insisted, letting go of Joon-woo's hand.