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Gun has been avoiding Off's advances for a week, now going on two. He didn't mean to be petty and give his best friend the cold shoulder, but it was the only way he could see Off without falling immediately at his feet.

Mid-terms were coming up, and he used studying as the perfect excuse.

School had just ended, and Gun placed his red notebook into his backpack.

"Gun..." Off laid his head across his desk, and gave the boy beside him those puppy dog eyes. "Let's do it today." From the way he uttered the words do it. Gun knew exactly what he meant. The kid must've been a horndog or something because that's the third time he asked that day.

"I have to study." Gun flashed a fake smile.

"But you study so much." Off placed a hand on Gun's thigh, bringing his fingers up slowly.

The younger's breath hitched and he looked around to see if anyone was watching. "P'" He muttered. His coworker's fingers trailed to his crotch, hovering over the bulge that started to form, and still, no one noticed a thing. The class was just about empty, save for a couple of kids and the instructor. "P'Off!" He whispered louder.

Off only smirked and grabbed the throbbing thing.

With a gasp, Gun shoved the older's hands off his lap and sat up. "I'm going home." His voice squeaked in the process, betraying his stance.

The younger walked home cursing the man that made his mind and body go crazy.

Why did he even like that jerk in the first place?

Saturday rolled around, and Gun's alarm blared through the room. It was time to go to set and film Puppy Honey 2.

The whole time, tension hung in the air and even the cast noticed the difference. Gun tended to keep his distance from Off the whole entire time, their interaction scenes were partially rigid and there was no chemistry at all...

"Cut!"

The director shook his head.

"Off this is where you grab Gun's wrist! Gun why aren't you standing where you're supposed to."

Gun looked at the empty space next to Off and frowned. It was too close- that's why he wasn't standing in the designated spot. If he stood there, he might get a whiff of the man's intoxicating cologne. Gun felt as if he was in withdrawal, he played himself because of this self-declaring challenge. His body wanted Off desperately.

"I'm sorry P'" Gun bowed but still made no effort to move where was supposed to.

"You know what, let's finish this scene later. Where are my main characters?" With that, the director was off.

Gun looked down. Was he letting his feeling affect his work now?

Off eyed his best friend, unaware of how to approach him, he knew Gun was avoiding him, but he had no idea why. "Are you okay?" He asked, lightly placing his hand the younger's shoulders.

Gun brushed him off. "I'm fine." He smiled.

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"-and that's a wrap!"

The director signaled with his hands for the cameras to stop rolling and everyone cheered.

Acting was so tiring!

Gun watched as Off jogged up to him. "I'm taking you home right?"