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Bonus

🍋 Soft Lemon 🍋

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The night was cool at the end of winter. The warmth of the condo still scented the different rooms. A sweet, familiar pine scent wafted through the room. The silence was interrupted only by the sound of the rain falling on the city and streaming down the windows.

Bundled up in the blankets, Mark couldn't help suppressing a shiver. As if he missed the heat. As if something was missing. Behind his closed pupils, a kind of light blurred the darkness and the young man tried in vain to open his eyes despite the fatigue he felt. His eyes stung him as his sight got used to it and focused on the familiar decor of his bedroom. Rubbing his tired eyes absently, Mark blinked several times to acclimate to the brightness before his gaze searched for the source.

The bedside lamp was on at minimum brightness. Gun's silhouette stood out against the faint ray of light. The actor was sitting with his back to him, his legs crossed on the bed, and was hunched over something Mark didn't have a hard time guessing. His older friend seemed to be concentrating, bent slightly forward, absentmindedly touching his lips as he did when he was nervous, thoughtful or upset.

Mark watched him for a few minutes, the time to clear the fog from his mind. Then he got up limply from his cozy cocoon of blanket to approach his friend lazily.

With a weary sigh, he collapsed heavily on his companion's back. His head rested gently on Gun's shoulder and his arms unconsciously hugged the boy's waist. A habit that seemed to repeat itself regularly lately. In the maneuver, Mark let himself be carried away by the smell of his companion's shampoo and savored the warmth he had just regained and which he lacked.

Without showing any sign of surprise or rejection, Gun quickly turned his head to his young mate whose face was still asleep.

"Oh, did I wake you up ? Sorry." Gun apologized sincerely.

"Why do you have to be so diligent ...?" Mark growled weakly, burying his face against his older friend's neck in a childish demeanor.

"Ah, I feel like I have some catching up to do. Haha." Gun replied with a nervous laugh, glancing at the script he had in his hands.

Mark smiles understandingly. It had become a recurring habit with his friend. Gun spent most of his time going through the script, learning his lines and adjusting his expressions to deliver a better performance. As if something was missing. A lack of talent. Or a lack of naturalness. Mark just thought that what his friend lacked was confidence in himself.

The shooting of the new series Destiny Of Life had been going on for several months in a rather serene atmosphere. Overall the actors got along well and Mark had had the pleasure of filming with some of their acquaintances. The usual cast. The actors kept their habits, dispersed, played, laughed, driving the demanding director crazy.

And in the midst of it all, the new recruit, Peam, shone with his excellence and professionalism. Mark thought he understood what the director saw in this young boy. Peam was one of those genius actors who is able to assimilate everything perfectly and with ease. Without artifice with an almost arrogant serenity. He was naturally talented and his charisma did the work for him. He was easy to interpret confusing emotions and his characters came to life as soon as he interpreted them. It was a rare phenomenon. Peam chained the emotions with a mixture of sincerity and innocence using the right tone, arousing the admiration of his comrades, the emotion and jealousy of some. Gun was part of the last category.