The Other Is Still The Only Person On Their Mind And Even Miles Apart They're Like JUNHUI JUNHUI JUNHUI - Tumblr Posts
jun is probably the most patient actor you've ever worked with. he listens well when you direct him (shut your eyes, lift your chin, no, wait--turn your face again, i missed a spot), and he makes polite conversation most days. so why is it that today hurts knowing that it's the last show? you'll clean up your makeup today, and likely part ways with him then, too, since your next job is already lined up in another city hours away from here. and judging by what you've heard, jun will be here, in another production that he's been excited for. that's what he's talking about now, actually: it's a classic play, not like the happy-go-lucky musical that's ending tonight. you think he'll thrive in it. he thinks so, too.
your hands shake a little today. it's just you and jun here in the greenroom now: you always come in early to get your things set up, and jun always comes in early to stretch and warm up on stage. he shuts his eyes when you tell him to, and you carefully apply eyeshadow in a way that makes his eyes pop. he's radiant when he's on stage. he's even more so when he comes to you between acts for touch-ups you don't think he needs (but you do it anyway, just to see the soft way he smiles and thanks you when you're done).
you finish. you tell him he can open his eyes. and he does. he doesn't move from his chair as he just gazes up at you while you stand over him. he feels it, too. something swirls in your chest. fear? you aren't sure. but he's beautiful in every way, and the way he's looking at you now makes you want to be a fool for him.
"can i kis--"
you shake your head, cutting him off before he can finish the words that have already sent your heart fluttering. "i'm done," you say, forcing a smile. "i need a moment before the others come in."
you set your things aside and start to leave. but the chair scrapes against the floor as jun rises, turning to face you.
"i'm sorry," he says. one look at him tells you it's because he thinks you don't feel the same.
you shake your head. "break a leg, junhui." your smile wavers ever-so-slightly now. "let me know when your next show opens. i'll send flowers."
his fingers curl around the back of the chair, and he nods after a moment. "i will," he says. "i'll root for you, too."
the thought makes you smile. you just hope he'll keep to his word.