This Hateful Theory

Hate This Show

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Off had simply forgotten or maybe blocked out just how good Gun was. How convincing and never-ending his acting could last. How fucking lost in a role the younger actor could get. While he, White, Mike, and even fucking Earth could all play around and relax most days Gun was usually off lost in his own head or getting touched up after yet another difficult to watch, emotional scene.

On the days where Gun was more social, cuddling him and almost his normal self it wasn't the same. The pint-sized man wasn't teasing with his touches it was like he was desperately clinging on; searching for reassurance and it made Off's heart ache. The toll this fucking drama was taking on his lover just didn't seem worth it anymore. What he hadn't expected was reaching the point when it started to take its toll on him.

The first time had been when they were filming the scene when Third left. He left Kai without telling the taller man why. Sure Kai fucking deserved it. Even Off could admit he was playing a complete coldhearted douche-bag. He just never expected to play out a scene where he had to not know, not understand why he lost Gun, why the other walked out of his life. It had been one of the hardest things he'd ever found himself filming.

The second time he'd been forced, while still reeling from Third leaving Kai's condo, to say he loved someone else right in front of Gun. He kept having to remind himself that he was Kai and his lover was Third and it was an act. It wasn't real. That he would never, ever do these things to Gun. He couldn't, not after all it had taken for them to get where they were now. Fuck he hated this drama more and more every damn day.

Everything started to really unravel when they started bouncing around in scenes though instead of shooting sequentially. Then he was just mindfucked constantly. He also felt like if he had to watch his lover sob one more time he might have to kill someone. That, someone, turned out to be Earth, or it nearly was. Since Gun had to film a scene where he ended up curled in a tiny ball sobbing so hard he'd actually had trouble stopping even with Off hugging him tightly for comfort. Then they'd shot the one at the pool party, where Kai punched An... only instead of a fake punch, Off had tried to actually kick the other guy's ass and been sent home to cool off.

He'd been in the shower trying to do just that when he heard his front door slam. Off knew exactly who it was, "Papiiii!" He sighed getting out of the shower and drying quickly sliding on his shorts, to walk out to meet his fate, Gun was not happy.

Glaring as soon as he saw the taller man Gun's hands when to his hips and his lips thinned, "What the hell was that this afternoon? You almost broke Earth's jaw! You weren't really meant to hit him. What is going on with you?"

"I hate this fucking drama, ok?" Off yelled back. "I can't stand it anymore. You having to cry every damn day. Watching you hurt because of ME. Having to play this fucking guy who intentionally hurts someone with your face. It's wrecking me in ways I didn't even know I could be." He flopped onto the sofa rubbing his hands over his face. He was rarely this open, even privately Gun had to work just at it a bit for responses, so it was a testament to just how much this show was working his nerves.

Gun couldn't help it, the answer made him instantly deflate. The truth was, he hated it just as much, having someone with Off's voice doing and saying the things his character did to Gun's dug at the younger man's every fear and insecurity about their relationship. "I hate it just as much you know?"

The soft sad voice made Off look up and seeing that hesitation fucking killed him because he knew that the time it had taken him to finally come to grips with how he felt about Gun, to be ready to be open about it with other people and not act like Gun was his dirty little secret, was something he still hadn't managed to heal in the other man's heart. Opening his arms he whispered, "Come here, Baby." Once he had a lap full of Gun, with the younger's face pressed tight to his neck Off rubbed his back soothingly. "I will NEVER do those things to you. I fucking hate the asshole I'm playing almost all of the time. There are days I can't keep food down because of some of the shit I've had to play." He tells Gun.

Leaning back Gun's eyes widen with obvious worry. "Papii! You have to be careful. Why didn't you say something?" He knew Off had a sensitive stomach, the other was teased by some of their friends for being picky but Gun knew it had far more to do with the fact that Off was a worrier, he cared far more about the people around him than he ever let on, and gave himself ulcers. "Have you been to your doctor? Have you been taking your medication?"

Rolling his eyes Off had to smile because fuck he was so in love with this man. "Yes, yes, I've taken my meds but not to see the doctor. It's stress, not pain. Don't worry so much, that's my job remember?"

"It's my job to worry over you." Gun insisted and pouted causing Off to lean in wanting to kiss it away. "Hrmm, that is cheating, Papii." The sweet voice turned husky. Smirking Gun leaned in this time and he was the one initiating the kiss.

They were deep into the make-out session, Off's hand on Gun's nape, tongue tasting the sweet flavor of that candy mints he favored, while Gun's fingers clenched in his hair when it hit him. Things like this always hit him like a fucking train when it came to Gun. He pulled back and looked into the glassy wide eyes before pressing their forehead's together. "Move in with me."

Sitting up ramrod straight Gun gaped, "What? Papii, what did... what?" He just couldn't have heard the elder right.

"Move. In. With. Me." Off said each word carefully looking right into Gun's eyes. "This is MY condo and I want to come home to you in it. I want to fall asleep to you in my bed. I want to wake up to you in my arms." Squeezing the other's waist he whispered. "Please, Gun, I really mean this."

Biting his lip Gun considered for a few moments before plastering himself to his Papii's chest and hiding in the other's neck, fucking Off Jumpol always knew just how to wreck him. "Yes, Papii, fucking God yes." Despite having hidden away he just knew Off could feel the heat of his face because he was chuckling. "Stop laughing at me."

"You know you love it." He teased because Off adored when he managed to fluster his younger lover. Gun was always so demonstrative and it seemed so hard to get under his skin. The one exception was Off, the taller man had learned exactly how to make him blush and hide away with shyness and he relished that he alone could do so.

"No, Papii, I love you," Gun responded hugging his love tighter.

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A/N:

I just HAD to write this because TOL is killing me and my OffGun heart needing some soothing. Please vote and comment! :) <3