#they really bring that antifan energy

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You know, it takes a special kind of something to watch an episode that is shocking and tear-inducing, and still find a thing to criticise 😅😅😅😅

I mean, aren't you tired of negativity? Would it hurt if you stop trying to break something that people enjoy? Sincerely, why? 😞

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IT COULD BE A DRAMA II Lee Jong Suk II Part Four

It Could Be A Drama // Lee Jong Suk // Part Four

Lee Jong Suk ft. Kim Woo Bin

Pairing : Jong Suk x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words : 1,500

Summary : During filming for School 2013 Lee Jong Suk found himself falling for the reader. In a split second she had left him. Not understanding her reasons for leaving, hate for her builds inside him.

(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.

Part 4

  Standing to the side, Jong Suk observed Woo Bin acting out his own half of the scene that the director had them filming.

“Cut, take an hour. Get some lunch and meet back here to work on scene 31,” the director called while ushering the crew to pack.

Jong Suk took the moment of everyone dispersing to grab Woo Bin’s wrist and pull him away from everyone. He ignored the calls of Yoo Rim, hoping his behavior would keep her from following after him.

Woo Bin scowled and removed Jong Suk’s hand from him but continued to follow. “This isn’t a drama, man, so stop pulling me like I’m your romance.”

Jong Suk shrugged. “I need to talk to you. I didn’t want to do it in front of everyone.”

“Not even your annoying assistant,” he smirked having been delighted to see the look of anger that flashed in the assistant’s eyes.  

Alone and away from ears, Jong Suk faced Woo Bin and took a calming breath. “I’m sorry.”

He blinked, “Excuse me?”

Jong Suk rolled his shoulders, hoping the action would release the pent-up stress. “I’m sorry. The way I have been acting. It’s unprofessional.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” Woo Bin’s arms crossed over his chest as he stared at Jong Suk, he ignored the need to accept the apology and go straight back to how they had once been. Loyalty to you easily won out against the need to reaffirm his relationship with Jong Suk.

“She and I need to talk. I’m missing something, I’m sure you don’t want to tell me what it is.” With Woo Bin’s nod he continued, “But my behavior hasn’t been okay, and I wanted to apologize.” Pride stinging he hoped that he was able to fully show sincerity in his words.

The atmosphere was awkward, making it difficult for Woo Bin to hold strong and keep the other man at arm’s length. But they had once been close, and those times while passed were not completely gone. “We’re good. I mean, I beat the shit out of you when you picked the fight at the awards show.”

A fake glare came to Jong Suk’s eyes. “If I remember right, you’re the one that left with a black eye.”

He chucked, “Just keep your assistant in her own lane this time. Yeah?”

Woo Bin was referencing Yoo Rim’s buy off, but Jong Suk only associated those words with Yoo Rim’s over protective nature. “I’ll do what I can.”

“Then do it.” He was silent for a moment, staring at Jong Suk and assessing the emotions that were easily coming to the surface. “Bros?”

He nodded, a smile breaking free, “Bros.”

Woo Bin reached forward and pulled Jong Suk into a hug. “Cool, cause I’m ready to restart the bromance.”

 ***

 Spray bottle in one hand, phone pressed to your ear in another, you moved around the small trailer watering the few plants you’d purchased while on location, and the one you’d brought with. Despite being a cactus, it was a finicky plant that seemed to require more attention than it should have needed.  

Plants had always been something that you surrounded yourself with. There was a belief that plants could assist in creating a positive energy. Thus, you had developed a dependence on purchasing plants and placing them in every space you inhabited. But this particular cactus, went everywhere. Left to its own devices, it had a penchant for dying. The plant demanded a heat lamp and a tablespoon of water every 10 days. As such, it came everywhere. You couldn’t bring yourself to just allow it to die.  

“Girl, it is your day off. Why the hell are you hanging out in your trailer? You aren’t needed there.” Minhee was absolutely right, but that didn’t quell the feeling that something may go wrong with costuming. Jong Suk was filming a few scenes today and you were paranoid that Yoo Rim, or he for that matter, may try to fuck with the clothes in some way or anther.  Purely to get a reaction from you. And of course they were, because here you were, sitting in your trailer, waiting for something to happen. Once again you were a mere playing card to them. But this time they wouldn’t know.

They can’t know how much he still has my heart.

Just because I love him, it doesn’t mean I want him.

I love Twinkies, but those are hella bad for me so I don’t eat them.

He is my Twinkie.

Avoid, avoid the Twinkie boy.

Giggling at your own thoughts you almost missed hearing the knock at your door. “It’s me, I uh, know you’re spending your day off here. Woo Bin told me. I also heard your laugh, so I know you are in there and he’s not just playing with me.” Jong Suk wasn’t one to waste words as he was here. So why was he allowing himself to show such nervousness.

Setting down the spray bottle you said your goodbyes to Minhee before hanging up the phone. Stepping towards the door you turned back to the plants only long enough to relight the heat lamp. “It’s unlocked.”

Opening the door, Jong Suk stepped up into the trailer, his shoulders taking up much of the space within the door way. His form seemed to absorb all free space within the trailer, giving the feeling as if everything had just shrunk. “I uh, wanted to talk.”

You nodded and repicked up the spray bottle. “Do you mind if I water my plants while we talk?” Any excuse to do something with your hands, rather than look at him.

You’re going to get just a little extra water this week guys.

I’m sorry.

I hope you’re really thirsty.

“You still keep plants.” His signature pout tilted into a half smile, delighted that this hadn’t changed about you. “I never could keep any plant alive, despite how hard I tried.”

“They say that plants absorb negative energy. So, if you’re doing everything right and they’re still dying, then someone is wishing horrible things on you.” When you had first begun your relationship, you’d noticed some plants dying, your paranoia went as far as to suggest it was due to Yoo Rim’s hatred of you.

“Well, I do have a lot of antifans.” Silence hung between you as he observed you messing with the heat lamp. Taking a few steps to the side he was surprised to see which plant was receiving the special treatment. “You let it grow…”

Your eyes slid closed, “It was pretty. I wasn’t going to just let it die.”

“But I bought it for you.” His long legs moved him so that he was standing just behind you. His body heat licked at your own chilled form.  

Turning around, you faced him. “So? What does that have to do with anything?” You lifted your chin, a challenged directly apparent within your gaze.

He took the bait. “That’s right, you’re not special. You always had a penchant for wanting my money.”

Eyes rolling, you shoved past his form to create space between you. An action that was essentially impossible within the small trailer. “I never wanted your money!”

His money never had anything to do with your feelings for him. You had your own. Sure, he had more, but you provided for yourself and that was all that mattered.

“Then why did you take it?” His throat was thick from forcing the question out. The question was one he’d always wanted to ask but had been too afraid of the answer.

“I did, didn’t I,” you clucked in distaste.

Your demand for his acknowledgment of it was the first instance where he felt compelled to genuinely consider the other alternatives to what had happened that day. The situation called for his questions to be asked, for your own to be answered. But in life nothing ever went with it’s best intentions. Circles were made rather than one straight path to the truth. Reality was altered to live within the lie. And the fear of the truth was all powering.

Striding towards you, he ignored the pressing need to receive affirmation that you didn’t actually take the money. Instead he pulled you into his arms and sealed his lips to yours. Allowing every pent up and bottled emotion that had grown and taken over to be shown to you.