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Off can’t believe he’s at a place like this and it’s considered work. The sand stretches as far as the eye can see in both directions, the blue of the ocean blending into the horizon, making it almost impossible to distinguish where one ends and the other begins. It’s quiet out here. The only noise being that of the seagulls over them and the melodic crashing of the waves.
Until the director shouts “CUT” from behind him.
Blinking, Off turns back to the crew. His makeup artist is immediately on him and fixing his hair. The wind has been ruffling it throughout the entire shot. He feels Gun’s presence next to him as another girl tends to him.
“Does Khai get to kiss Third out here?” Off asks cheekily, as he boldly steps into Gun’s personal space.
“Papii!” Gun pushes him away, a shy smile on his face. He tries to hide from Off by turning back to the girl that was helping him. She’s tugging on his Hawaiin shirt and dusting the sand from his shorts. “You know that’s not in the script,” he says to him.
Off snorts, moving to the stretch of sand next to the rocks that he’s supposed to be sitting at. He watches as they get Gun ready before his partner joins him on the rock to his right. There’s only two more scenes left out here before they dismiss for the day. Off is more than ready. Mainly because the sun is beating down on him and he’s sweating horribly, and well, the water looks really inviting.
“Remember your lines?” Gun teases him as he sits down.
Off leans close again, his nose practically touching Gun’s. He bats his eyes and whines, “I don’t wanna go off hitting on some girl. I’d rather be here, hitting on you.” He adds a wink and puckers his lips.
“Ouuuuiii!” Gun screeches, as he tries to push Off away from him again. “Too much, Papii! Too much!”
Off laughs, dodging the flailing arms of his costar and he somehow manages to plant a kiss right on Gun’s cheek. Gun’s too stunned to react, which only makes Off’s smile widen. “If Khai and Third don’t kiss here, at least Off and Gun will.”
“Gun’s not going to kiss Papii out here,” Gun shoots back defiantly.
Off hums, “It’s ok, nong. You can kiss me when we make it out to the water.”