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"i don't know why i'm like this so suddenly."
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CHA EUNWOO

I had stormed off, leaving eunbi behind on the ground without thinking.

i didn't understand why i was suddenly so angry/bothered/upset at the fact that she just almost gone ran over by a car. shouldn't she be the one that is angry?? why am i acting like this so suddenly??

i stopped, thinking about turning back. i threw her out of the way pretty hard...what if i hurt her???

that bothered me even more. i groaned and grabbed my hair, shaking my head and continuing to walk. "am i going crazy?? i must be going crazy."

"since when did i care about other people??" i asked myself. "hah. i don't."

am i being protective suddenly?? over her????

no no no. i forced myself to continue walking, it was too late to turn back anyways.

SEO EUNBI

"that jerk..." i murmured to myself, glaring daggers into eunwoo's back the next day at filming. "i should slap him. but he saved me. but he also left me there—"

"what you muttering there about, miss idol star?"

i jumped and turned around, surprised to see minjae standing there. "oh it's you."

"oh yes it's me." he purred.

"ooookay then." i deadpanned. "and i wasn't muttering anything. nothing. just the usual."

"and at eunwoo too..." minjae then saw my glare and raised both his arms. "not my business anyways."

"GATHER UP FOR FILMING!!"

we all made our way to our spots for filming. from what i read from yesterday, there would be some drama going on with miss hyejin and mister hyunjin. how ironic.

"AND, ACTION!"

eunwoo let out a loud gasp, making me turn to him. "you have to go. my mom is visiting—"

"huh???" i asked, confused. "your mom???"

"that's what i said! i have to clean up your traces before she arrives too and sees and girl living in my house—"

i stood up, grabbing my hair. "where the hell am i supposed to go?!" i said, acting distressed.

"god dammit just go outside for a little!!"

"but—" i stopped in my tracks, hearing a knock on the door.

"hide hide hide—" eunwoo whispered harshly, pushing me into the closet. deja vu much?

"don't come out. don't make a sound. do that and i will kick you out forever."

"okay mister bossy." i mocked. "tch. why is he so scared of his mom seeing me anyways—"

"hello eunwoo." i heard a voice, and pretended to peek through the closet.

the actress playing hyunjin's mother looked familiar, but i couldn't get my mind on who. probably some side character i saw on tv.

"hi mom." eunwoo said not-so-enthusiastically. "want some tea? i'll make you something—"

"no, i had lunch before i came."

"oh."

"so, what have you been doing eunwoo?" his mom said, walking around the room. i cringed and prayed she wouldn't see the traces i left.

"i've...been helping uncle run the bakery." eunwoo said.

"anything else?"

"no."

"your studies?"

"i already told you i quit college."

"i don't remember."

"because you never actually care."

"you have to work harder if you want to take over F&M Corporations."

my eyes grew wide. "isn't that the richest company in the world??" i whispered to myself.

"i have no intention of taking over mom."

"you'll change your mind. i believe that." his mom said, as she continued walking around the room looking around.

i pretended to hitch my breath when she stopped walking and crouched down.

she picked something up. "eunwoo-ah."

eunwoo turned around, looking at the thing in his mother's hands.

i covered my mouth like in the script, my eyes widening. the thing his mother was holding was...

a bra. my bra.

technically in the real world, not my bra though. some prop for scandalous scenes that we used.

"what is this?" she asked.

eunwoo's ears turned red, which was surprisingly convenient, adding more realistic-ness. i wonder if he can make his ears red on his own. cool.

"i um..." eunwoo stuttered, trying to think of a way out of the problem. "it's a present for you mother!"

i facepalmed.

"is it?" his mother raised her eyebrow, dropping the lingerie and walking around again. i backed away into the closet deeper when she neared.

but then i stepped on a hanger on the ground, snapping it in half and making a loud noise. i'm so good at stepping and or slipping on objects.

the mother opened the closet, revealing me. i winced and smiled sheepishly, bowing 90 degrees.

behind me, eunwoo was acting infuriated at me.

"hello. i am singer kim. hye. jin. nice to meet you." i said, acting cheerful.

his mother narrowed her eyes at me, turning around. "what is this, son?"

eunwoo cleared his throat. "w-well—"

his mother stood there, crossing her arms.

"i-i'm his girlfriend." i said my lines out loud, low key embarrassed to say that even if this was all just acting. "sorry, miss. he was going to tell you, but we were intimidated. please don't be mad."

eunwoo's eyes widened.

"y-yeah. she's my girlfriend, mom." eunwoo muttered. "i didn't want to tell you just yet."

"ah." his mom nodded. "at least you have time to have fun then."

eunwoo acted slightly annoyed at his fake mother's comment.

"do you love her?"

eunwoo forced a nod.

she turned to me. "do you love him?"

"i love him." i said, acting pained to say the words out loud. hint: i didn't even have to act.

"alright. i talk to you in private later then, son."

"CUT!!"

i cringed and withered at what i had to say in the past minutes and finally let out the tension in my shoulders. i let out a breath and dropped my head back. "i'm tired."

"we have another scene to go, good work you guys!"

i discreetly glanced at eunwoo, who was totally ignoring me. tch. i should be the one mad at him.