Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

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"I already said I was sorry."

"Hmmm..."

"I know, I know. You were right and I was wrong. It won't happen again ok?"

"Hmmm..."

"Oh c'mon Kong. I apologized, didn't I? What more do you want me to do?"

"Hmmm..."

"Don't you have anything better to say?"

"Hmmm..."

"Kong!"

"What?"

"I'm trying to apologize here and you aren't even looking at me. Can you get rid of that idiotic phone for like five minutes? This is a life and death situation you know."

Finally, the man deemed it worthy to look up from his blasted phone as we made our way towards the most dreaded shoot of my life. For once his expressions nothing resembling the neutral blankness everyone is used to. His very distinct irritation rather obvious. Even more so to me who is probably the most intimately aware as to how much it takes for him to show any emotions at all.

"What exactly do you want me to say? I told you over and over again that chick was crazier than a rabid raccoon. But nooooo..... why would you ever listen to me. You had to go right ahead and sleep with that nut bag. And then you had the audacity to come and tell me you found the love of your life. Like a dimwit, you actually wanted to announce your engagement to the whole damn world after only two weeks. And when she eventually turns her crazy on, what do you do? Go and dump her on me to deal with. It took me months to get her to stop spouting random crap about us to tabloids. So what do you suggest we do now? Back down from a role we signed on over a year ago?"

Ok, maybe this is why they say to be careful what you wish for. Every single time Kong had dropped his stoic behavior pretty much meant I was about to get yelled at. Not that I could completely blame him in this very instant.

Especially when he was the very first person who saw my embarrassment sneak out the morning after I decided that I was done being lonely and jumping in bed with Krystal was the ideal solution. News flash! It wasn't. Oh, it really, really wasn't. And it might sound dumb in retrospect but I'm pretty sure one big reason I went all trailblazing down the Krystal is my soul mate route was just because of how visceral a reaction Kong had against her. In fact, I have probably never seen his jaw clench that tight or eye squint as low as when we ran into him early in the morning while I was trying to shuffle her into the elevator before our night of indiscretion became known to the one man who controls practically every part of my life.

And perhaps it was juvenile of me to keep rubbing him the wrong way but I couldn't stop enjoying the feeling of extracting some, actually any, reaction from him while he kept going on and on about how I was making the stupidest decision of my life. Which was obviously a gross exaggeration of course.

Until it wasn't. Cause Krystal was...let's just say...a little too obsessed. The worst part being it was not even with me. But rather with Kongpob. My manager. My agent. My best friend. Who she simply couldn't bear to have live next to me. Or have spent nearly all day, every day next to me while he did his actual fucking job. It wasn't until we found her camping outside his apartment all night insisting he move out did I finally agree that maybe teasing Kong was not worth playing with fire.

"Okay, maybe not like cancel the whole thing, but you know perhaps not have a make-out scene."

"Why? It's not like you haven't done much worse with her before."

Ouch! Don't think I'm being forgiven for that anytime soon.

"Aren't you worried she will take the fake kissing in the movie as reality and the unleash her inner Cruella Deville on you again? She is pretty delusional after all."

"Turns out I am much better at not keeping crazy around in my life. So if she wants all of you she is more than welcome to."

"Konnnnnggggg, you can't abandon me. You have to protect me from her. Please, please, please."

I was clutching at both of his wrists, mostly cause I know how he can pretty much not ignore me when I am acting like a whiny kid. In fact, he can't ignore me ever. His exaggerated eye rolls everything I ever live for when he scoffed at me and flicked at my forehead.

"Stop overreacting. It's just one day of shoot. And we will leave as soon as you are done. Just make sure you don't go sleeping with her before the day is over."

I nodded as vigorously as possible. Making a mental note to not do anything super stupid today to piss off Kong even more than he was. Keeping all my star tantrums very strictly locked up inside my head. I didn't grumble when we got ready for the shoot and her claws were all up over me. I didn't even scrunch my nose as her overwhelming perfume penetrated my nostrils making it harder to breathe. What's more I barely even flinched as her dry lips smashed against mine with a little too much force. Willing myself to relax as much as possible to respond in a semi-natural way. Parting my lips like any normal man would when kissing a gorgeous looking woman.

And then she bit me.

I kid you not, the woman actually opened her mouth wide and chomped right down. Both of us immediately tasting my metallic blood while she continued sucking at my face.

"And.....cut! Good job guys."

Her lips were still stuck to mine like a supersized magnet. My fingers creeping up her arms until they reached her shoulders to physically pry her away from me. Her eyes still closed, lips still puckered long after I sprung up from my seat and power walked as far away from the seat as possible. Totally ready to whine and complain and get fully pampered by Kong for my bruised mouth.

Except for once in our entire journey together Kong wasn't in the room during my shot. In fact I wasn't the only one hunting around for the man. Him being the only human who actually knew anything about where I was supposed to be next and what the rest of my day looked like and yet he was nowhere to be found. Don't tell me he was really that mad at me about shacking it up with Krystal that he didn't even want to be around while she became a flesh-eating monster.

My mood getting progressively more annoyed as I kept walking around the large studio trying to hunt down my supposed manager. Where the fuck was he? Shouldn't he be standing guard right at the edge of the camera, equipped with an entire arsenal in case he needed to sweep in and protect me from Krystal's clutches again? And instead, what do we find? The man is complete MIA.

I grabbed a random dude who was busy running around changing the props for the next scene, practically snatching his phone away from him to give one rather angry call to my missing manager when I suddenly spotted him in the tiny hallway outside the studio. Surprisingly, his annoyed expression directed at me during our drive this morning nowhere to be found.

Instead, he was perched against the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His entire body giving off this relaxed demeanor, a soft smile dancing around his lips. Kong was actually looking ...happy. What the hell right? Who is this man and what has he done to my friend.

But I had little time to focus on his expression cause I suddenly had much, much bigger problems to deal with. Cause leaning over him, laughing his lungs out, was my literal arch enemy.