Yuexias - ~ / Down Bad

i really need a plot with two actors who are on a brand new tv show and it’s kinda awkward at first so all they do is try to make each other laugh during takes and goof off together and pretty soon it’s becoming obvious that they’re falling for each other but there isn’t any pressure from the media yet because the show hasn’t aired yet, but then the premier date hits and the show is a huge success and they have to deal with both of them suddenly being thrust into the spotlight

"it was a joke." geonhu all but deadpans, looking pointedly at his friend. he likes to think he knows suho quite well, probably better than he does anyone else, and there's a sense of dread that fills him at the realization that of course suho would take it as a good idea. "no progress reports, please. this is not a science project, dude." taking a sip of his drink, he nods then, "no badmouthing each other. agreed. but you have to admit, some of those are fun to tell. like your backwards uniform." embarrassing, but entertaining. for him at least, geonhu has never really been one to let those moments keep him awake at nights, after all. "or like that time when they made me become shrek for our class play? didn't know being grumpy at everyone could be so fun." a chuckles leaves him as he pushes his drink away, resting his elbows on the table. "also, if she ever invites one of us out for a private hangout or something, we should tell the other. no secrets, no hard feelings."

Suho tapped his finger absentmindedly on the table, gaze flickering so he could stare at nothing in particular, as he thought about it, wanting to ensure that they can carry this on without a hitch. He wasn't delusional enough to believe this had zero possibility to blow up in their faces, but he could at least lessen the chances. "A progress report could be a good idea..." he started, then turned to face Geonhu once again. "I was also thinking along the lines of we can't badmouth each other. No unfortunate high school stories and such. My downfall can't be that I showed up to class one morning in grade seven with my uniform on backwards."

a scoff escapes as she stares at him, pausing a beat too long wondering if he's indeed being as serious as he somehow manages to be. does being sleep-deprived for a little longer than a day make someone go delusional? "fine. fine. okay, i was definitely making a move. happy now? do you want to send your secret admirer to the police now when i've been nothing but nice?" if denial wouldn't work, perhaps playing along would and he would give up on the idea that she was hitting on him. in all her experiences of telling jokes, she's never quite gotten a reaction as his. as baffling as it's starting to become, she couldn't deny that it's amusing. she meets his bewildered look with a confused look of her own, head tilting slightly and not even bothering to start guessing what he meant by 'everything'. "nah, i do competitive cheerleading. no offense if you're a fan of those sports, it's boring cheering for people chasing a ball around." she explains. never not latching onto the opportunity of sharing about what she loves the most in the world that is cheerleading, she's about to continue talking when her train of thoughts is broken by the appearance of his phone. "wow. thought you would tell me to go to a public phone or something." taking the phone into her hand and opening the dial pad, she risks a glance at him as a mischievous thought forms as she starts to key in a string of numbers. "aren't you curious where my phone is?"

again, the 'insult' hardly fazes him, just because he knows that he's ridiculous in his own rights. cyrus is known to pester and prod and come up with lame jokes himself but right now, he's thankful that she's covered most of that so that he doesn't have to. ❝ oh yeah? trying harder than to come up with clever jokes that have already probably been used before? come on, let's not kid ourselves. did you wanna make a move now? knowing that i'm sleep-deprived and my senses are dulled? god, maybe i should hand you right over to the police. ❞ cyrus isn't being serious, of course, but the way he speaks has just enough of a sharpness to it that he could be. almost choking on the last bit of soda at the bottom of his can, cyrus looks over at her with disbelief written all over his face, his jaw parted ever so slightly. ❝ you're a cheerleader? that explains the.... ❞ he mimics the same as she does, hand out to gesture all over her person, ❝ well, everything. are you on one of those sports ball trips? ❞ didn't even bother pretending like he knew what sports people were interested in these days. with a shake of his head, fingers smush the can right down to the base, sticky fingers wiping down the rounded edge of the can. ❝ nope, i'm always like this. but yeah, you can use my phone, ❞ of which he hands over to her. the sooner he can get away, the better.

we’re exes but everyone’s got someone at this new years party and now that you’re here anyway and the countdown for the new year has begun we might as well be each other’s new years kiss but this means NOTHING and i don’t want you back. do i?

"you're just being a hater." a childish retort that has nothing to do with the current situation, but yixia still feels compelled to let him know. waving her arm around as if to block his advance, she leans backwards even more while still holding tightly to the phone. "no! it's not someone else's number! why would i even give you someone's number? you look like the type to not reply to texts or you are the type to give an annoying thumbs up emoji after receiving a huge paragraph." she rambles, multitasking between trying not to fall off the bench, and stopping him from getting his hands on his phone that she's in the midst of dialing another number. this time, it's her friend's number for real. "and shut up! let me call my friend. if they don't pick up, i'm stuck here for good too." she shushes him, trying to focus on the dialing tone of the other end that seems to just go on and on. the same goes to the second time, and the third time. "does your phone even work? is your phone bill cleared? because i don't think your phone's working." yixia utters, not even fearing possibly offending the only person who could probably be her savior now. eyeing him gingerly, she clears her throat before handing him his phone, still unmoving in her position. "what time does your shift end? and...how do you get back?"

❝ there's a first for everything, ❞ and if she plans on continuing... whatever she's doing, then that'll just be the nickname he gives her from now on. a sassy quip sat at the tip of his tongue for a moment, something about how maybe she shouldn't be doing competitive cheerleading now that she's not in grade school, but the way she precariously tilts his phone takes priority over all else. his jaw drops and his finger points at her, so close to her cheek he's tempted to dig the tip of it right into her rounded face. ❝ you're so - IRRESPONSIBLE! and now i have to deal with - ❞ frustration rises and now he's practically scrambling to get his phone back, cursing to himself at how stupid he was to begin with, letting her just be handed the damn thing without vetting the situation properly. god, he must really be exhausted. that's the only reason. it has to be. ❝ why would you put someone else's number in my phone?? i don't want yours, i want my phone back so i can head back inside and finish my shift! ❞ cyrus whines, upper half now practically pressed against her arm in favor of trying to get his phone back.