Junmyeon- no, Daeyoung- looks up into Jisoo’s- no, Dongjun’s eyes. His trembling hands tentatively grab the ones across from them, slipping in a note filled with handwriting that doesn’t even belong to him but carries Daeyoung’s heartfelt message anyway.

“Thank you…” A pause in which the catboy glances down for a second, blinking away sparkling tears and inhaling shakily. His ears droop and his tail wraps around Dongjun’s wrist as he brings his savior’s hands up to his cheek. Tilting his head slightly and glancing up once again, he tries his best to smile brightly but can only offer a wobbly grin.

“Thank you… for everything.” A soft breath and a release of the wrist. The CEO’s arm falls limply to his side as he blankly stares ahead, barely registering what was currently happening.

“And… I’m sorry. For everything. You were such a kind owner, and I’m so grateful, Dongjun-hyu-” He stops himself, catching his mistake. “-ssi, so, so grateful that you cared, but I can’t-” Daeyoung’s breathing increases in pace and his voice begins to crack, distress apparent by the form of his brows and the twist of his lips.

“I just can’t-” The smaller’s eyes nervously flit around as he clenches his fists and bites his lip. “I- I should leave now. Goodbye.”

Hastily stepping back, Daeyoung trips and falls, a clear thud resonating throughout the posh apartment. Tears begin to spill, rolling down his cheeks as he desperately wipes them away and scoots further back. He can’t even bear to lift his head up anymore. Out. He needs to get out. But before he can even get up on his feet, a large hand wraps around his forearm, pulling him into Dongjun’s warm, enveloping frame.

“I’m sorry, Daeyoung.”

“Let me go!”

“I’m so sorry, Daeyong.”

“Just let me go, Dongjun!”

Suddenly, long fingers grab Daeyoung's chin and angle his face up. Under the moonlight, he is breathtaking, silver orbs glistening with droplets, pale skin shimmering with rays, lips reddened with chewing. His ears twitch once in fear while the CEO leans forward, initiating a kiss. However, contact isn’t made and the scene is ruined as an obnoxious fit of coughs echoes throughout the set.

“Cut!” the director yells out irritatedly. This has be