The ride home was full of angry and stressful thoughts, adding to my already troubled mind. How dare Ryu Jinsang come back into my life and threaten me? Just how dare he? My life was busy enough without having to worry about a petty asshole who can't mind his own business. But now, work is going to be even more of a headache.
Upon reaching home, I have to go straight to reading and memorizing the script. I know the general plot of the movie, but not how many scenes the lead has with the love interest. If there's more than one, I might have to dip.
It's a good thing I'm home now and have the whole night to go through the script.
Slamming the door behind me, I make my way to my office, where I keep all my important documents. The script is hidden in one of the drawers, under layers and layers of paper. Even though I live alone, I can't risk anyone finding and stealing the pages that are proof of my job from me.
I sit in my black leather office chair and get to work. The script is over a hundred pages long, and I have no idea how I will be able to read it all in two mere days. If I stay up all night tonight, I'll have three nights to do this, counting Saturday and Sunday. Yes, that's the better approach.
The first few pages give the backstory of the couple. They were childhood best friends who had a falling out in college when the lead character got himself a girlfriend. The love interest, who had been crushing on him for years, was heartbroken and vowed never to fall in love again. That was until they met at an office, where they were both employed. Their love blossomed from there, after they reconciled, talking over coffee about stupid misunderstandings that ruined their friendship before.
I go over the lines, trying to memorize each and every word. I was supposed to shower and change into something more comfortable, but I was determined to go through at least a quarter or more of the script tonight.
About twenty pages in, I was glad to see that there weren't any intimate scenes with the love interest. If I had to so much as hold hands with Ryu Jingsang, I would have actually killed myself.
Just a joke. I would never. But it would be a total nightmare, though. I just hope this story ends as a tragedy so I don't have to do anything disgusting with him. But if I have to...
I flip the page to read the next scene, no longer dreading what comes along. If nothing has happened this far in the story, then chances are that the romance is minimal.
My eyes skim the lines, reading them in quick succession. So far, so good. The characters are just hanging out with friends at a bar...
At a bar.
I sit up attentively, worried about what might come next. Whenever a bar is mentioned in a romance story, it never ends well.
That thought was proved soon enough.
My jaw dropped when I read the last few lines of the scene in question. This is more than just holding hands. More than just a simple kiss. Heck, it's worse than even making out.
The lead character and the love interest booked a hotel room and went straight to bed, drunk.
It's not like there's detailed sex in the script, so the movie most likely wouldn't be erotic. But the thought of acting out that scene makes me feel nauseous.
I have to make-out with my enemy and act like we're going to sleep together. This is full of bullshit! Why the hell did I sign up for this movie in the first place?
Will the director change this scene if I tell him I'm uncomfortable?
Ah, who am I kidding? No, he wouldn't. Not when I'm well-known for acting in intense romance movies. He wouldn't believe I'm ''uncomfortable'' with shooting that scene.
With a frustrated groan, I throw the pages back down, my head held between my hands. My jaw is clenched tightly, my eyes fixed on the desk in front of me. That bastard...If only he had changed. Maybe then, working with him wouldn't have been a headache. We haven't even started, and I already want to quit.
But that's exactly what he wants.
I pull out my phone to distract myself, opening my social media account. According to my manager, the cast list was released earlier in the day, but I hadn't had time to check it out. Apparently, there was a follow-up article I should check instead. I had been tagged in the post, so finding it wasn't too hard.
Director Kim reveals the cast for the boys' love movie "Love Affair in the Office". The lead role is played by the famous and loved actor, Seo Chungae, while the love interest and male lead will be played by Ryu Jinsang, son of the award-winning actor Ryu Myung. Revealing the cast sparks excitement for fans of the yaoi world and fans of the actors in general. Fans are excited to see how the movie will turn out, considering Seo Chungae's remarkable talents as an actor, and Ryu Jinsang's, fame as Ryu Myung's talented son. More or less, fans are eager to see the chemistry between both actors, waiting to see how well they portray theircharacters.
And beneath it were pictures of me and Ryu Jinsang, smiling for the camera. Although we don't have a single photo together, the shots were edited in such a way that it seemed like we were in the same place at the same time.
I hate journalists so much.
The comments beneath are refreshing, though. The fans are leaving sweet replies to the post, bringing a soft smile to my face. People who acquire fame are usually advised not to bother with reading comments, as it can do a lot to bring someone down. But with my history of being bullied in high school, the hate doesn't bother me anymore. Perhaps I should thank Ryu Jinsang for that. But that will only inflate his ego further, so I won't. Anyway, I wouldn't thank him for almost killing me back then.
I shut my phone off, watching as the screen fades to black. It's about four a.m. in the morning, and I have a meeting at eight, which leaves me four hours to get some shut-eye.
This will be my first time securing a deal as a model for a company that wants me to be their face. It's something new, but it's an interesting offer that I'm planning to take. Even my manager says it's a great deal, and that guy only aims for the best-paying jobs.
My gaze falls back on the pages of script tossed carelessly on the desk, my mood instantly souring.
Right. That. The script that will force me to do intimate acts with my enemy on camera. I have to fight the urge to rip the thing into pieces, my heart divided between grabbing a pair of scissors and finding a lighter. Instead, I toss it back into the drawer and lock it up.
I now understand why Ryu Jinsang hadn't threatened me to leave the set.
He wanted me to stay, wanted to see me lose my cool. He knows how much I hate him, how I'd rather quit than so much as touch him.
Maybe he was hoping for ancient feelings to resurface, but those are long gone.
But if I get to see the look of defeat on his face for once, my suffering will be worth it. That's why I'm deciding to go through with it. I will act as his lover in the movie, as much as the thought disgusts me. Maybe if I'm lucky, that bastard will fall in love with me and I could break his heart. The chances of that happening are unlikely, but the thought makes me smile.
I want to make Ryu Jinsang fall for me. I want to make him break, the way he broke me when he found out about my feelings for him back in high school.