(AN) Brace yourself, this is a long one.

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Day 1

Wendy Son glossed over her set of notes, a brown clipboard grasped at hand. She furrowed her eyebrows, her keen senses on high alert this morning as today will prove to be another stepping stone in her career.

It was the first shoot of the new show she would be directing, and pressure is set on her as the famous PD of the KBS studio—the genius whose projects she touched turned into comedic and entertainment gold—to ensure its success. You could say she's a perfectionist, maybe borderline OCD because of how she runs things, but that's a topic to discuss for another day.

Pulling her black cap down, her eyes skim over her emcee/cast list, immediately groaning at the sight of names she's never heard of— an indication of a rookie (and an unpredictable) line up. This meant a lot more mistakes, a lot more time in the editing room, and a lot more effort to coax the cast members to provide something entertaining for viewers to watch. Needless to say, today was going to be one hell of a stressful day.

Looking up from her set of notes, she departed from her office and walked over to the set, her mere presence unnerving the innocent novices around. It was known in the industry that Wendy had a stone for a heart; her criticism (if you could call it that) were unbelievably jarring to the utmost extent and resulted in multiple employees willingly resigning from their positions, even the most experienced ones. This is why throughout the years, she's managed to hoard the best and the most loyal filming crew under her care, but even then she was still no Mother Teresa. Even now, with every step she took towards the studio, she has sent at least five employees to the bathroom (out of their own will because she'd hate to have to ask the janitor to clean up a twenty-something year old's accident just because she walked past them. Again.)

Upon her arrival, she immediately strode to the light control panel, analyzing the light placements and testing some of the newly installed LED bulbs. Satisfied, she walked towards the cameras, her cameramen greeting her before moving aside to let her do some final check ups on the recording equipment.

Looking through the viewfinder, she grunted at the sight in front of her.

Unfortunately, due to the minimal budgeting she was given, the set was simply constructed with pastel pink walls, the show's title hanging in the air, and four blue bean bags donning the floor, the image providing a comfortable aesthetic for family viewers to watch. Yes, it looked cheap but it didn't matter because all the magic happened under the lights and the angles. She just thought that a hotshot producer would be given a better setup than this but hopefully, by the end of this season, they could actually afford a table or maybe a carpet.

"Can you look over this?" her assistant producer, Joy, requested, pushing a wad of white paper into her hands.

Wendy brushed a lock of gold behind her ear, tucking her clipboard beneath her arm and rifting through the script provided.

"Stressed?" the tall girl inquired.

Wendy lightly shook her head. "Just the usual, you know?"

The hecticness of every shoot wasn't new to her and neither was the stress that came with it. Although grateful for the prosperity, she sometimes wished things would slow down a little. For instance, this whole morning she's been glancing left and right, answering requests and inquiries from her staff because like Wendy, each of them were eager and wanted to secure the success of the first shoot. She couldn't blame them, this staff had a lot to bargain on—if the show doesn't succeed then that means their job is on the line, which meant an increase in the possibility of begging for scraps by the sidewalk. The thought alone sent shivers down Wendy's spine so it made sense that everyone else is a lot more anxious today.

It also didn't help that some male interns were making snide comments on whom she assumed to be a female celebrity from her cast list.

Curious, her ears perked up, silencing the questions from her assistant pd and focusing in on their conversation.

"Did you see the newcomer today?" a resonant voice inquired, his tone suggesting anything but cordial.

"Irene? Yeah, she's pretty hot. I bet she'll be popular after this show. I should totally get her number before then." Another voice answered, the comment agitating Wendy.

'How unprofessional...'

If that statement didn't irritate her, the next one surely did.

"Make sure you screw her before she gets popular then." The male quipped, laughing and unintentionally provoking an already uncongenial blonde.

With eyebrows furrowed, Wendy looked up from the script, brown orbs surveying the area for her target, eyes stopping at two males guffawing by the snack table.

In less than five strides (because she doesn't like to waste time) she stood before the two males, eyes an inferno with fists at her side, her strong grip crumpling the thick stack of paper within her grasp.

She opened to speak, her vigorous tone contrasting her image. "Do you think it's alright to be talking about a cast member like that?"

The two men who suddenly lacked the confidence to speak, lowered their heads, eyes refusing to meet hers. They neither nodded nor shook their head which infuriated her even more, her white porcelain skin stained with a tinge of red.

Wendy had a nickname, she was known as Medusa PD—the authoritarian director whose spiteful words pained deeper than toxin and whose victims froze under her venomous scolds. Unfortunately, these two males inadvertently fell under the wrath of Medusa PD and would be proving to everyone why they should not provoke the director.

"What company are you from?" she hissed, earning stares and murmurs from her staff.

The pair glanced at each other and remained silent.

They were not doing very good in defending their positions.

Regardless, Wendy scoffed and rolled her eyes at their cowardice and unprofessionalism. "Doesn't matter, I want you off my set and out of my studio."

The males looked up at the statement, their eyes bulging and mouths opening to refute but the blonde did not hear any of it.

"Now!" she repeated. "Or I'll call the security for you."

Understanding their defeat and knowing the abysmal chance to redeem themselves, they scampered and bolted out of the studio, the situation subdued under murmurs and awes of appreciation.

On what she hoped would be a quiet (yet stressful) day suddenly turned into a major gossip frenzy, all because she couldn't ignore and restrict her easily influenced heart.

Nonetheless, Wendy tried to overlook the situation, sliding away from the attention and shaking her head as she walked towards the director's chair, skimming over her clipboard once more.

It was nothing to her, she was merely sticking up for someone and she'd want the same to be done if it was her.

Even though it was a simple action for her, someone who watched by the sidelines was truly touched and thankful for her knight in shining armour.

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Irene brought a hand to her chest, soothing the warmth which enveloped her heart.

She watched the debacle from behind thin black curtains and was about to make her way out before stopping at the mention of her name.

At first, she was disheartened by their objectifying comments but it wasn't the first time that men had only admired her for her looks. In fact, she was immensely popular and probably got a lot of the things she wanted because of it. She was grateful to have been graced by the gods but she hated how shallow a lot of people could be; only talking to her because she had a reputation, using her to get to someone who admired her, being praised and only looked at for her beauty, when in fact she was so much more than that. She's experienced all of it which is why she kept only a handful of people close to her—a number of friends she could count with one hand (most of whom are her staff) and those who shared her DNA. So, of course, upon spectating the situation unravel in front of her, she felt grateful for her knight in shining armour, even if said knight was her boss and had a heart thicker than wood.

Although thankful, she was equally terrified upon hearing of her tyrannical standing. And even more so now when her manager urged her to greet the woman, saying something along the lines of 'kiss up to her so you could get more screen time.'

"Do I have to?" Irene pleaded, knowing the answer but chose to hope for a miracle anyways.

Rosé glared at her and clasped her hand around the actress's wrist, dragging her to the presence of a stern and glacial-faced woman.

Up close, the girl was pretty small, maybe even smaller than Irene herself but the aura she carried was immense and greater than what she imagined. She now understood why a lot of people pissed themselves from merely standing beside her, and she thanked god for letting her make a great decision to use the bathroom prior to this introduction.

Now, there's no way she would make a complete fool of herself.

Or so she hoped.

Wendy looked up from her clipboard, gaze slightly aloof but nevertheless charismatic. Irene watched the two females exchange somewhat benign greetings as she remained silently observing.

Irene hadn't noticed it before (probably because it was hidden behind Wendy's cap) but wow, this woman was beautiful and she only gave that compliment to a few rare people, mostly out of courtesy. But Wendy was incredulously gorgeous, with her untainted skin—free of blemish and discolouration—only wearing light makeup that was neither too bold nor too light but just accentuated the right features, her eyes mostly. Oh god, her eyes. Irene had a thing for girls with large irises. Something about how adorable they look just made her heart swell. But even better, Wendy had dark hazel brown eyes that resembled a cute puppy, and she found herself loving the idea of drowning in deep chocolate with unrelenting captivation. Hell, she was smitten and they haven't even exchanged words yet.

Oh right. Words.

It dawned Irene that she actually wasn't speaking when Rosé nudged her, the female nodding towards the director.

Wide eyed, she glanced towards the blonde, melting under her scathing gaze but eventually found herself bowing and mumbling an 'I'm Irene, nice to meet you. Please take good care of me.'

The blonde bowed back, even forcing herself to wear a smile that was so ingenuous Irene wished she didn't even see it. The sight alone drew her back to reality, the reality in which Wendy was not interested in her and was only acquainted with her because of her profession. It made sense, it's not like every girl she met all had romantic inclinations towards females, so that probably also includes Wendy.

She thinks.

After an exchange of pleasantries (mostly done by Rosé), the two recede back to the waiting room with Wendy stealing a final glance at Irene and unconsciously smirking to herself.

"Pretty."

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The rest of the morning shoot went by as seamless as possible or so Wendy aimed for it to be.

Unfortunately, having a rookie cast member such as Irene did not do so good in producing an entertaining episode; the girl lacked witty responses, gave little to no reaction, and took some jokes a little too personally. Thankfully, her beauty and the emcees' not-so-subtle praises about it earned her some screen time. If not for her script writers, she'd have flushed this project from the get go but thank god that everyone had at least an ounce of patience during this first shoot.

"Let's take five!" Wendy announced, eliciting sighs of relief from her staff.

Almost instantly, four of her writers strode towards her, each of them donning a worried or a frustrated expression. They didn't need to tell her what was wrong, she saw it through the monitors, but regardless she allowed them to release their frustration.

"We have to recast her!" her veteran writer, Lisa, suggested.

"Agreed." Jisoo, her second year writer, added.

The other two writers had their own complaints but Wendy subdued it beneath her internal monologue.

The show was set to air in less than two weeks, casting another member would take up to three days and who's to say that the new cast member would be any better?

Wendy was not gonna waste any more time nor take a chance for that matter. She's overcome problems worse than this. One time, she managed to irk two of her cameramen so badly that they quit on the spot. She ended up recruiting herself and her assistant producer to take over and in the end, they managed to produce one of the highest viewer rating episodes of the season, proving to her staff that she was a well rounded producer—minus the whole cooperative part. She at that, real bad. Nonetheless, she proved herself then, this is nothing to her now.

"It's fine, I'll talk to her." Wendy muttered, immediately silencing her staff who dispersed back to their positions.

Enervated, she sauntered towards the female by the snack table who seemed too lost in her own world, grabbing cupcakes left and right, not even minding the judgemental stares that she was receiving.

Admittedly, Wendy was impressed. How could someone with a title of 'celebrity' be so candid and unrestricted about her image? It was a refreshing sight. Recently, she hadn’t worked with someone who didn't have two sides to their personality and fortunately for Irene, this whole new outlook further boosted Wendy's confidence; all the more taking pride in the girl's ability and wanting to prove to others the reason why.

Wendy walked in front of the raven, Irene's attention still remaining on the pastries laid out. It wasn't until Wendy started clearing that Irene finally acknowledged her presence and the former found herself having to stifle a giggle at the girl's reaction—wide eyed and apologetic through incessant bows.

Swallowing the last bit of her cupcake, Irene spoke aloud. "Is there something wrong, Wendy-ssi?"

Wendy presented her a smile, a soft (somewhat) genuine one in contrast to the courteous grin Irene received earlier. "There's no easy way to say this but my writers find your reactions to be a little bit bland."

"Oh," was all Irene managed to let out.

She wasn't offended, not even a little bit, honestly, she expected this. She's been told that she had quite a boring personality and she didn't deny it one bit. In fact, her recluse personality and cold facade made it so much easier to distinguish between true friends and people with ulterior motives. Plus, it fends off many of her suitors which she did not have the heart to turn down—except those who are really insistent and borderline creepy but even then she'd just file a restraining order and have it sent to their homes. Even so, her personality got her to where she was, she just didn't expect it to take a negative toll on her profession.

Wendy spoke up once more, pulling Irene out of her reverie. "You're an actress, right? You can act like what they're saying is a tad bit humorous."

Wendy didn't mean to sound a bit disparaging or hurtful but hey, she had to do what she had to do, even to the people that she liked—or tolerated. She just hoped it didn't offend Irene too much.

The actress nodded and pulled her lips into a line.

She can do it. It's acting. She's done it multiple times.

But somehow, when she visualized the predatory stares the emcees sent her way, and the smug smirks they gave when she accidentally locked eyes, she couldn't ignore the repulsing feeling in her stomach. Plus, add in all the attempts they've tried to (un)subtly flirt with her, their jokes disguising themselves as nothing but pick up lines to try and impress her. She was definitely not impressed. These men were nothing but disgusting dogs that only looked at her as some type of treat or an accessory they wanted to wear. And mind you she's had an actual dog hound as a co-star before, one that she had to permit receiving sloppy kisses all over her face. Even then she could still withstand it and acted like she had to enjoy it. This however was different.

Irene opened , ready to interject, but stopped when she met Wendy's eyes. 

The latter saw the rejection in Irene's expression, so she did the one thing she saved for special occasions. She pleaded. For what reason? That, Wendy didn't know herself. But, she knew she only wanted the best for Irene, to protect her and to help her, so maybe that's why she pleaded; to prove to herself that she could do all that after all these years.

"Please?" Wendy beseeched, a glint of desperation in her eyes. Those chestnut brown irises which held the right amount of reassurance and comfort that persuaded Irene to withdraw her decline.

Irene let out a sigh and wore her most convincing smile. "I'll try my best."

The statement immediately brought a smile to Wendy's face, her eyes lifting into crescents with a wide grin plastered on her face. The first actual sincere smile that the director presented her.

Wendy saw it, the glimmer of refusal and worry still permeating in Irene's eyes but even still, Irene consented. The idea picked at the walls of her heart, the raven slowly shattering the defenses she's worked so hard to build up. But she didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, she just knew she needed to do her best to ease Irene's worries.

"Thank you," Wendy said, the elated expression never leaving her face as she walked back to the crew with a little bounce in her steps.

"Cute." Irene mumbled to herself.

If she could make the girl that happy, then she'd do anything Wendy asked of her.

A few moments after, the actress followed suit, walking back to the set before sparing a short glance towards the director who offered her a wink, silently mouthing a 'good luck.'

Irene smiled and braced herself for the oncoming teases that went her way, Wendy's smile being the only thing that infiltrated her mind.

Meanwhile, the blonde found herself frequently monitoring Irene's screen; whether out of professionalism or self satisfaction, she didn't know. All she knew was that Irene was exquisitely beautiful, inside and out.

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Day 3

"Okay we're going to be doing an outside shoot for the school special," Wendy announced to her crew, her eyes roaming the crowd for a certain individual but to no avail she resumed her speech.

"Let's get set up then," she finished, prompting the crowd to disperse.

Sighing, she entered her trailer, resting on the chair in front of the vanity table and pulling the brim of her cap to cover her eyes, darkness quickly creeping in.

The past two days of filming have (at the very least) taken a toll on Wendy's focus, her main obstacle being Irene Bae.

Yesterday and the day before, Wendy's head happened to unconsciously roam over to anything Irene. Whenever she came onto the set or just a mention of her name, her attention immediately snapped in that direction. Wendy doesn't know what came over her, they don't even talk, just occasionally engaging in conversation about work matters. She was just truly grateful for the actress' cooperation.

Or that's what she thinks it is.

It definitely wasn't because she was entranced under Irene's beauty; her smile which held the brightness of a thousand suns, her laughter (although a little deafening) that seemed to be composed by Beethoven himself, and her brown orbs—don't even get her started on Irene's eyes. Every time Wendy watched the raven on the monitor, Irene would look over to the camera and unintentionally lock gazes with the director. The moment, albeit one-sided, brought some type of enigma that the latter could not solve, the mere sight of Irene's eyes eliciting a warmth from where there used to be a stone. There was only one other person that used to affect her like this and she's the reason why Wendy built herself up to never feel again. So whatever this feeling was, it was never good and it brings no good.

To Wendy, at least.

Knock! Knock!

"Come in!" Wendy declared, attempting to rid of the ridiculousness that was her thoughts.

With a swivel of her chair, Wendy looked up to meet the eyes which caused the disruption of her resolve.

"I-Irene-ssi," Wendy uttered, receiving a shy smile from the person mentioned. "Wh-What are you doing here?"

Irene closed the door behind her, prompting Wendy's heart to accelerate.

If we're being honest here, Wendy was never good at hiding her emotions. That's why she chose to have no emotions, choosing to mask it all beneath the cold facade she always sports. Before, probably eons ago, if she was excited, she was excited. Sad? She'd cry almost instantly. Angry? Well we all know what happened on the first day of shooting. Nervous? That one we're about to see.

The actress stepped closer, close enough for Wendy to get a waft of her perfume and send her heart into overdrive. At this point, making statements were as futile as trying to ignore her feelings.

Irene pulled up a chair beside her, face expressionless, eyes void of any reason. The sight convinced Wendy that Irene would make a great candidate for any drama casting a robot. Nonetheless she found herself panicking at the small distance between them, beads of sweat forming beneath her cap.

The raven inhaled deeply, lids fluttering close, her body inching closer towards the director, completely invading her personal space.

"Irene?" she called out but received no response, the female just a breadth of two fists away.

Although a bit taken aback, Wendy remained planted perhaps of the knowledge that Irene wouldn't do anything harmful to her or by the fact that she was enraptured by the sight in front of her. Irene was beautiful up close. Her soft marble white skin with hints of delicacy, inviting to the touch. Her plump lips, a tinge of pink lipstick masked with a strawberry fragrance that tempted Wendy to taste. Indeed, she was affected because (possibly out of instinct or desire) she was drawing closer. Maybe it was the aromatic scent of Irene's perfume, or the soft lighting that grazed her skin, making her look all the more ethereal. Whatever it was, it was dominating her senses and most importantly her judgement.

She moved closer to Irene, eyes closing but with one swift move, Irene ducked and fell over her knees.

Startled, Wendy slid back, covering her face (which was probably donning an intense crimson) and reflexively held her other hand out in attempts to catch Irene.

But the latter wasn't falling. Or fainting. She was bowing (?)

"Wh-what are you doing?" Wendy asked, her voice coming out a little flustered.

"I'm sorry!" Irene responded, head still over her knees, tone stern and demanding.

Wendy blinked, clearly unaware of what was happening and couldn't help but burst out into laughter. It was absurd, Irene bowing for who knows what reason and her almost kissing the actress. What was even more funny is that Wendy now knows she can no longer deny her feelings for the girl. Maybe that's what got her laughing like a crazy maniac in front of the subject of her infatuation. But she couldn't stop. Her—the girl who's supposedly the Hitler of KBS studio, the one with the heart of stone, melting and losing her prudence because of her feelings towards a girl she barely knows. If Irene knew, then maybe she'd laugh at her too.

Even amidst all this, said girl leaned back, staring at the director who's too immersed in her fit of laughter and soon joined her because Wendy's laugh was just that addicting. If Wendy knew just how much she had an effect on Irene then maybe she wouldn't be laughing that hard in the first place.

Wendy calmed herself, seeing how Irene was laughing with (or at?) her, and slowly picked up whatever piece of sanity she had left.

Now that they've both calmed down, Wendy spoke once more. "So let me ask again, why were you bowing slash apologizing?"

Irene offered her a smile. "Well, my manager said that you looked rather distressed recently and I thought that it was...," she paused, clearing and trying to garner some courage. "Because of me."

The blonde's eyes bulge at her statement. The flush in her cheeks intensifying at the thought of her feelings being found out. 'She can't know, I'm barely around her!'

At least her brain had some remaining logic.

She cleared once more, feigning perplexion. "What are you talking about?"

Irene looked at her and grunted. "Honestly, at first I was annoyed. Like why does she feel that way towards me?"

Wendy raised her eyebrows, slightly offended by the response even though she was well aware that Irene probably had no suspicion of her feelings towards her. Regardless, her heart got the best of her. Again. "Well, I'm sorry. I can't control—"

"Like, am I that bad of an actress? That I can't do the one thing you asked of me?" Irene interjected, her tone a little somber, her eyes roaming to her hands, twiddling them in attempts to ignore the knot in her stomach.

Wendy smiled at the sight of Irene innocently criticizing herself. This is exactly why she was falling for the girl, because of her innocence and determination to do good, for herself and for others around her. She was more than just a pretty face. She had a heart of gold.

"That's not it, Irene," Wendy reassured, placing a hand on Irene's fidgeting pair. "I'm just upset because of the shoot that's all. I mean think about it, wouldn't you be stressed out if you were authorizing the hectic schedule and had to prevent anything from setting the whole team back?"

The raven looked up, absorbing the comfort and encouragement displayed in Wendy's eyes. Just the sight of the girl's orbs brought her worries to an end, even the non-job related ones. If peace could be described into one thing, it would be Wendy's chocolate doe-eyes.

Irene presented her a smile and looked back down to their hands, the raven's thumb unknowingly rubbing circles on the back of Wendy's, eyes too afraid to meet the girl's when she spoke. "I guess you're right. Thank you for your reassurance."

"Me? I did nothing. Thank you for reaching out to me just in case I was mad at you," Wendy comforted, retracting her hand before she found herself wanting more and more.

"Now let's go back to shooting shall we?" Wendy added, using it as a gateway to escape the awkward situation.

Irene nodded and followed her out of the trailer, mind replaying Wendy inching closer when she had her eyes open to bow. Just what would've happened if she hadn't moved at all?

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"Alright! Let the scavenger hunt begin!" Yeri announced through her megaphone, stimulating the crew to scatter in their assigned groups.

For this segment, Wendy was assigned to overlook Irene's recording, the decision attributable to Joy who was well aware of the blonde's crush on Irene. Somehow, Wendy made a stupid decision to think it was a good idea to tell Joy—her assistant PD, her best friend of ten years, and the reason for most of her torment—that she may have developed feelings for a certain actress. Joy, upon hearing this, squealed and rambled on about being the cupid to her new blossoming puppy love, swearing to get her and Irene together by the end of the show's season. So it was no mystery as to how she ended up being part of the staff on Irene's solo shoot, her amongst three others: two cameramen and one of her writers, Seulgi.

They were strolling around the edges of the park with Irene leading the crew and stopped when the girl thoroughly searched through the bushes.

"You seem awfully less tyrannic today," Seulgi mumbled lightly, afraid their conversation would be caught by the mic.

Wendy paid no heed, eyes trained on the actress who was still adamant that there were red objects hidden somewhere in the shrubbery.

She had no reason to explain herself and her sudden change in attitude, albeit knowing it was because of the girl she was spectating.

It was cute, watching Irene scoot up and down behind the hedges like a bunny, her eyebrows sewing together in concentration, lost in her own world just like the first time Wendy approached her.

Seulgi followed her line of sight and watched how Wendy's eyes softened, a small smile gracing her lips, which was odd in the writer's perspective because the blonde never even showed a fraction of happiness towards her staff. And almost instantly, like a light bulb flashing in her head, Seulgi gasped, cupping a hand to .

The reaction alarmed Wendy who stared at her, wide-eyed, mumbling a 'What?'

The writer pulled her aside, far enough from the three who were heavily immersed in their objectives. "You like her!" Seulgi exclaimed, Wendy's eyes growing three times bigger, her face now flushed.

See. She was never good at hiding her emotions.

"I-I do not!" Wendy responded, inwardly cursing for stuttering.

"Yes you do!" Seulgi affirmed, a little bit louder.

Wendy groaned, fire growing in her eyes at the girl's teasing. "Kang Seulgi! Don't forget that I'm still your boss! Focus!"

Like a chipmunk scampering to the trees, Seulgi receded and walked back to safety in numbers, and also knowing that Wendy wouldn't blow up in front of her crush.

Wendy followed suit, sighing at her sudden outburst before placing herself beside the petrified writer. Honestly, she shouldn't have done that, it was unprofessional of her but the idea of being discovered and endlessly teased just brought out the wrong emotions in her. Now, she was faced with heavy guilt and her conscience eating her up.

The director groaned and grumbled an apology. "I'm sorry."

Seulgi glanced beside her, still afraid to make eye contact and bowed, opting to give a silent response.

"Really Seulgi, I apologize. I shouldn't have blown up like that or threatened you either."

The writer shrugged, still pondering on words to exchange with her boss. She's never seen Wendy this soft hearted, usually the blonde would mindlessly and guiltlessly spew out slander and deprecating words of disapproval, that's how she earned her nickname afterall. However this new side to Wendy was quite a surprise and maybe this convinced her just how bad the director has got it for Irene.

"It's fine. I understand. I too do not handle teases from my friends that well," she explained, then frantically waved her hand in front of her. "Not that we're...friends...that is."

Wendy pouted, seemingly showing more emotion than anger and solemn these past few days. "I'd like to think that we are. I mean I trust you guys. You are a part of the most loyal team of the KBS studio."

Seulgi smiled, having been thankful to be one of the firsts to bear sight on the new Wendy, and hoped that she would be making a recurring appearance for good.

"Ah!" a lilting scream pierced their conversation.

"Irene-ssi! Are you okay!" a cameraman called out, prompting Wendy and Seulgi to run over.

The actress was on the floor, cradling her ankle, her face twisted in pain.

Wendy was first to scramble on the dirt, immediately taking Irene's side as the other two cameramen fetched some help from their base.

"W-what happened?!" the blonde frantically asked, taking hold of Irene's leg and lightly pressing her fingers around the ankle.

"Ow!" Irene responded at the touch.

"I think she fractured her ankle," Seulgi said, sitting a little distant from the two. She was never good with broken bones or dislocated ones for that matter. Any time she even saw one, she almost fainted, so she braced herself from looking when Wendy slid off Irene's shoes. Albeit, her curiosity got the best of her and glanced down to the protruding lump on Irene's ankle, immediately dizzying and ultimately blacking out.

"Really?!" Wendy sighed at the unconscious writer. "Thank you for the help!" she mumbled and looked back at Irene. "Do you think you can walk? Or limp?"

Irene nodded and circled her arm around the director, attempting to pull herself up before slumping back down at the immediate sting from her ankle. She glanced back at Wendy and shook her head, eyes laced with sadness, arms remaining around the former.

The blonde smiled, hoping it would comfort Irene a little bit and tucked a lock of black behind Irene's ear. Keeping her hand placed on the actress' cheek, she stared at Irene, forcing her to look at her eyes.

Luckily, she's undergone training for accidents like these and had her fair share of popping bones back into their sockets. But usually, she found herself waiting for professionals to do it rather than taking matters into her own hand. Then again, this was different. This was Irene, whose eyes were pleading to take her out of the misery.

"Keep your eyes on mine okay?" Wendy said, retracting her hand from Irene's cheek and trailing it down to the ankle, her other hand finding its way on the balms of the actress' foot, eyes planted on the raven's.

"This might hurt a little bit, but do you trust me?" the blonde asked.

Irene bobbed her head.

"Okay on the count of three."

"One."

"Two."

Just milliseconds before the 'three,' Wendy pushed, evoking a loud groan from Irene who smothered her head in the director's shoulder.

Recovering from the surge of pain, Irene lifted her face to meet Wendy's eyes which were fastened with relief.

"So you wanna tell me how you got this?" Wendy motioned to the previously bone jutting ankle.

Irene laughed and hid her smile on Wendy's shoulder, too embarrassed to speak. Nonetheless she thought she at least owed her knight in shining armour (again) an explanation.

"Umm, I fell..." she explained, earning a 'I totally didn't know that' look from Wendy that prompted her to chuckle. "I fell trying to get that."

She pointed to a red object placed atop a branch that was ten metres off the ground.

Wendy shook her head, eyebrows knitting together. "I am so gonna scold whoever thought it was a good idea to put that there."

"No!" Irene yelped, a little too loud. "I-I mean it was my fault. I was careless," she confessed, eyes darting to fidgeting fingers playing with strands of gold. "Don't reprimand anyone, please?" the actress requested, looking back at Wendy who knew that she couldn't refuse anything Irene asked of her, so she let out a grin instead.

"Sure."

"Thank you."

Wendy cleared . "I'm going to carry you. Is that fine?" the blonde inquired.

Slightly flushed, Irene nodded, tightening her hold around Wendy's neck.

Tucking her hand under the raven's knees, Wendy lifted Irene with ease, kicking the writer to consciousness in the process.

"What happened?!" Seulgi exclaimed, hysterically scanning her surroundings.

Wendy laughed along with Irene who smothered her face in the blonde's shoulder. She loved the smell of the director's clothes, a mix of vanilla and roses. Perhaps, she should get hurt some more if it meant being so close to her saviour.

"Come on! We have to get her to the hospital."

Seulgi looked up and grinned at the sight. "My, my, what a hero you are!"

Wendy blushed profusely and kicked some dirt at the writer, earning a playful scowl from Irene. "Sorry," the blonde let out, the apology bringing a smile to Irene's face.

'God I'm going soft,' she thought, enjoying the weight of Irene in her arms and the latter snuggling deeper into the crook of Wendy's neck.

And maybe just maybe, Wendy thinks it's alright to feel again.

-----

Day 15

The next time she saw Irene was about a week after her dismissal from

the hospital.

They halted all shoots upon the news of the accident, wanting to give the actress time to heal (upon Wendy's insistence of course) and to their dismay, the studio agreed, pushing back their pilot date, giving Wendy a lot more time to organize their schedule. And her feelings.

With her newfound personality, Wendy managed to open her social circle, now frequently hanging out with Joy, Seulgi and Yeri—who happened to find out about her unrequited attraction because Joy couldn't keep shut upon hearing Seulgi's story of Wenlaf (Wendy + Olaf), Irene's protector. She argued why she was Olaf when clearly she was a girl who's cold to everyone, therefore she should've been Elsa instead. But they countered that rebuttal by teasing her appearance and saying how she resembles the snowman more, even though she had pale skin, and platinum blonde hair. It really made no sense to her.

There were multiple occasions when she'd get annoyed of their teases but then again, she was their boss. So almost every time they've crossed their boundaries, all she needed to do was propose the idea of the three delinquents needing to find another job and they'd be quick in scrambling out their apologies. It was mean and unprofessional but hey, they weren't scared of her anymore, they took every opportunity to about her crush. She had to something about it.

Yeri, whom she also liked to call Squirtle, prodded her ribs. "Irene unnie is here! Aren't you excited?" she asked with a little hint of mischief in her eyes.

Seems like she was more excited about Irene's return than Wendy was. And for what reason? Who knows?

"Why are you so excited? And when did you get so close to her to call her 'unnie'?" Wendy questioned, picking up a cupcake from the snack table.

Yeri scoffed at Wendy's lack of enthusiasm. "I don't know. Maybe it's just the love in the air," she joked before sternly speaking to the blonde. "And for your information, I was close with unnie when we worked together on her web drama. But you wouldn't know that because you were such a devil then. So you better be nice to me or else I'll tell Irene unnie!"

Wendy glared at the younger girl, screaming at her for giving such a title. "Yah!"

"Do you deny it?" Yeri tested, taking a step back at the possibility of having an object hurled towards her.

The blonde rolled her eyes, tugging the bill of her cap down to hide her frustration. "Shut up. I'm better now, aren't I?"

"Yes you are." The young writer chuckled, taking a chance to step forward. "You really have gone soft."

"Tell me about it," Wendy mumbled.

Yeri prodded her once more. "So any plans to woo her today?"

"Yeri, we're working right now. No time for games, especially since we have to abide by the new tight-fit schedule I've assembled. By the way have you looked over it?" Wendy asked, nibbling on the pastry, deciding whether she should finish it or not.

The short-haired girl let out a nervous grin as if she was caught in some type of act.

"Kim Yerim."

Yeri trodden backwards, a sure answer never leaving . "I'll look over it with Irene unnie!" she said before scramming in the opposite direction of Irene's trailer.

"That's not even where her trailer is!" Wendy bellowed, shaking her head before she resumed her attention on the pastries.

"Whose trailer?" a female voice questioned, one that sounded too similar to a certain onyx-haired.

And just like Wendy predicted, there she was: the beauty in black, eyes revitalized and skin tinged with colour as if she wasn't previously admitted into a hospital.

"I-Irene," the blonde greeted, her stammer making a reappearance. It astounds Wendy that only the actress can make her fall into a stuttering mess. But then again that just proves all the more how badly she affects Wendy.

"Wh-what—hi," she managed to let out.

Irene giggled.

'God I missed that sound,' Wendy thought.

"Hello," Irene returned the greeting. "I was just wondering if I could treat my saviour to dinner."

"D-dinner?" Wendy parroted. 'Oh my god when are you gonna stop stuttering?!'

The actress bobbed her head, biting on her lower lip and averting her gaze to the ground. "If that's fine with you, of course."

The director internally squealed at the sight, fighting every urge to show her excitement. 'She looks so adorable!'

"Mhm," was all she said, response short and unconvincing, only because she didn't want her emotions to take the upper hand.

Irene pouted, visibly unpersuaded. "Really? I don't want to force you, if you don't want to—"

"No!" Wendy yelped, her enthusiasm catching Irene by surprise. "I mean, yes, that'd be incredible. Very good. Amazing. I love food!"

'How stupid do I sound?'

She inwardly grimaced, envisioning her friends' array of comments as if answering her internal question.

Seulgi: 'Incredibly'

Joy: 'Very'

Yeri: 'Amazingly stupid"

Regardless, the response was well received by the actress, who was snickering and trying to conceal her own happiness. "That's good. Are you free after the shoot today?"

Wendy nodded, wishing she could hide her embarrassment behind her cap right now but opted to look away instead.

"Great. I'll see you later!" Irene bid her farewell, walking back to her trailer to hide her own reddening visage.

The blonde fell over, grasping the table beneath her grasp, letting

out deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

"God Wendy, if you can barely hold a conversation, how can you hold a dinner?" she mumbled to herself.

-----

Just like Wendy forecasted, the dinner was awkward. Worse than awkward, heck it's slightly uncomfortable. But maybe that’s just on her part.

It's not because of Irene, no, it's because of Wendy and her inability to talk to people she has feelings for. However she can't be blamed, this is one of her first dates (if you call it that. Is it a date? Irene never mentioned a date, so maybe not) in five years. So do blame her a little for her inexperience and lack of keeping up to date with common flirtatious greetings.

But luckily for the blonde, Irene finds the silence pleasant and enjoyable, plus add in the fact that Wendy coincidentally chose one of her favourite restaurants to dine in. Now she gets to enjoy her food in peace, knowing that she won't look like an idiot in the presence of her crush.

"So..." Wendy began, finally attempting to initiate a conversation. She lightly stabbed the spaghetti noodle and twirled it around the fork.

"Are you enjoying your pasta?"

Irene smiled, swallowing down the remaining food in . "It's really tasty," she said, accidentally spattering some pasta sauce on Wendy's button up.

'!' She winced at the sight, anticipating Wendy's disgusted reaction, but instead receives a giggling blonde instead.

Easily reading Irene's worries, she patted down the small smudge with a napkin and offered her reassurance. "It's alright.”

Irene (who's too humiliated to respond) just watched, her hands a little hesitant to pick up her utensil once more. Wendy, who noticed her discomfort, looked up at Irene, glancing at a little blemish on pristine white skin. She held her hand out instinctively, thumbs lightly brushing the girl's cheek to wipe off a speck of pasta sauce, the action unintentionally stunting the actress once more.

"You had some uh...sorry," she says, withdrawing her hand at the sight of an embarrassed raven and looking down at her food.

Recovering from her temporary paralysis, Irene bowed. "Thank you."

"It was nothing."

But to Irene, such a simple action was more than nothing. Somehow, every time Irene found herself in some type of trouble, Wendy would be there to pick up her imperfections, eventually growing dependent on the female. Such actions stirred a feeling in her gut and she found herself wanting to express her honest feelings towards the blonde; the first time that she wouldn't be tiptoeing around her words or saying things with different meanings. This time she wanted to be genuine.

Irene glanced up from her plate, eyes laced with sincerity. "No. I mean thank you for everything," she repeated, catching Wendy's gaze across the table. Her chestnut orbs gleaming with warmth, further convincing Irene to let everything out her chest. "Thank you for helping me, looking out for me and for saving me."

Wendy smiled, unable to hold Irene's gaze when she felt her cheeks going flush. "I-I-it's fine really," she responded, mentally taking note to institute herself in a speech and language rehabilitation centre. It was getting ridiculous at this point.

She cleared , hoping that Irene wouldn't notice how red her face was. "What I mean to say is. I'm glad to be of help but honestly I should be thanking you."

And she sincerely was thankful, not because of Irene's cooperation but just her presence alone, bringing a whole different light to Wendy's life—inside and outside of work.

Now it was Irene's turn to tint with a slight scarlet, opting to nod instead of responding.

The rest of the meal went by as smoothly as it could be, questioning one another with what they hoped were appropriate queries, and occasionally managing to throw in a couple of meaningful glances here and there.

And by the end of dinner, they both wondered whether a day would come where they could both talk to each other without blushing like lovesick teenagers.

——-

Day 16

In spite of the semi-awkward dinner, Wendy managed to get through the shoot with casual smiles and stolen glances from Irene. It wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was probably the most pleasant exchange she's received from the latter. Not that any other exchange was displeasing, it's just that after the dinner, something changed and Wendy just couldn't put a finger on it.

All night, she repeatedly wondered whether the dinner was a foundation for a potential relationship or a budding friendship. Some parts of her wanted the former but the other parts (the cowardly ones) would logically opt for the latter. It would be deemed unprofessional for her to start a romantic relationship with a cast member and not to mention, problematic, since Irene did have some fans, die-hard ones that would probably shoot any of her romantic partners on sight. Heck, probably anyone for that matter.

So maybe getting together with Irene isn't such a great idea after all.

"Alright! Thank you all for the hard work today, I'll see you on Monday!" Wendy declared, bowing to the remaining crew on site.

They all bid her farewell before returning to their posts, light drops of liquid suddenly tapping the asphalt.

Wendy looked up at the grey sky, the same droplets clinging onto her cheeks as they slowly rolled down in attempts to resist gravity. She should've seen it coming. Thank god they finished the outside shoots beforehand.

The droplets pelted harder.

Quickly, she ran to her car and gladly entered its refuge, hastily turning the engine on to enjoy the warmth emitted from her air conditioner. At times like these does she truly enjoy being a successful director. She couldn't even imagine being cold and having polluted water dampen your clothes, hauling the additional weight until you made it to someplace dry. And add in the possibility of falling ill. How truly grateful she is for the existence of cars and its heated a/c's.

Pulling out of her parking space, she catches a sight of a familiar van pulled over by the side of the road, three hooded figures hunched over one side of the vehicle, a clear indication of a flat tire.

Disregarding the guilt in her heart, she opts to pass by, hoping another person blessed with a kind heart would help them. But she finds herself skidding to a halt upon seeing an already-getting drenched female by the three crouching figures. And she knew that figure all too well, she's the reason behind Wendy's sleepless nights.

Cursing herself, she pulls up next to the vehicle, getting out of her own car and withdrawing from its much needed warmth to lend a helping hand (which she would not have given if it weren't for Irene—selfish? We know).

"Need a hand?" Wendy called out, already crouching by the punctured tire. Irene looked up, rendered speechless because Wendy of all people was the last person she expected to be here.

"It's fine!" a female voice responded, one that had a higher lilt than the one she's grown accustomed to. Now, Wendy looked up, tying the voice's owner to Irene's manager, Rosé.

"Um, if it's possible, could you just take her home?" the girl continued, gesturing to the shivering actress beside her.

Wendy nodded, getting up from her spot to walk over to the raven, swiftly placing her waterproof jacket around Irene's shoulders. "Why don't you have an umbrella?" The blonde asked.

"Weather app said it was going to be sunny all day, I didn't think I needed one." Irene mumbled through chattering teeth.

Wendy said nothing, only affirming with a nod and continued to quickly lead her into the passenger side of her car. She hurriedly closed the door behind the actress before running to her own side and looking at Irene from the driver's side, it further proved her point as to why everyone needs a car, especially a car with an outstanding heating system.

And she enjoyed this feature even more once she saw the raven comfortably settling in her seat, a slight drowsiness evident in her eyes. Then before she knew it, Irene was out cold (maybe literally).

——-

For what seemed like a short amount of time, Irene woke up to an unfamiliar environment donning white walls and marble flooring.

She had sat up from the soft cushioning of a couch and looked around the unidentified living room. She didn't know whether to be scared or impressed by her surroundings because everywhere she turned, it had class and luxury written all over it; gold awards lining dust-free shelves, a black grand piano positioned at the corner of the room and a wide scaled flat screen tv just in front of the sofa she was sitting on. Whoever's place this was must be rich, and she only knew a handful of wealthy people, all of whose homes she had previously visited. 

So whose was this?

She got up from the seat, immediately catching sight of a blonde busying herself in the adjoined kitchen, and soon all of her unanswered questions seemingly vanished.

The actress lightly walked over, but loud enough to make her presence known. It proved to be effective when the blonde momentarily looked up from her dish to offer her a comforting smile. Irene took this as a welcoming invite to place herself in front of the cooking woman who seemed too focused on the task at hand.

"Where am I?" Irene questioned, even though she assumed that she's in Wendy's apartment. Although confirming the veracity of her doubts wouldn't hurt anyone.

Wendy looked up from her pot, stirring it before enclosing it with a lid. "We're at my apartment," she answers, verifying Irene's assumptions. Although it seemed that it did nothing to ease the raven's many questions as a brooding expression graced her face, maybe she should answer the basics like how or why she was there to begin with. So she continued. "Well, you were fast asleep in the car and I didn't want to intervene just to ask for your address."

Irene nodded, her tight expression easing as she listened.

"Plus," Wendy cleared , a slight pink tinting her ears. "Your clothes were soaked and I thought you'd get sick so I changed them out for you," she said, bringing Irene's attention down to the pyjama set she had previously had not taken notice of.

"Don't worry, I shut my eyes and covered you up in a blanket while doing so," Wendy added in, the statement further enhancing the tinge of red which was now crawling on her neck.

'She saw me ?!'

Absorbing this information, a faint warmth had crept up on her cheeks, the actress suddenly wanting to tuck her face beneath the borrowed sweater, but stopped when she realized how creepy and weird that would've looked. So, she looked down instead.

"Thank you," Irene uttered.

"No problem."

Not wanting this situation to get even more awkward (because what if Irene thinks that she's still thinking about her body which she may or may not have accidentally peeped at) she introduced their dinner instead. "I made you soup, just in case you caught a cold," the girl sheepishly let out. "But if you want, there’s other food in the fridge," she stopped, eyes booming with panic. "Or I can order out if you didn't want my leftovers," she hastily added.

Irene laughed. "I'm fine, I'm pretty sure I'll be happy with whatever you make me," she said, hopefully reassuring Wendy of her worries. And making it known how grateful she was for her actions, because now it's the third time Wendy has saved her (this time from her car troubles).

At this point, she should just officially crown the girl as an official bodyguard or a knight at her service but Wendy already had a title much more deserving than being her servant. In fact, if we're talking completely emotions here, it was the complete opposite—Irene was already on her knees, her feelings laid out for Wendy to take and hopefully if the time came, the latter would.

"You okay?" Wendy asked, taking Irene by surprise. Were her worries that obvious?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The blonde smiled, scooping ladles full of seaweed soup onto two bowls and taking them towards the living room coffee table. Irene trailed behind and sat back on the couch she previously occupied. Wendy left momentarily to grab the utensils and before you knew it they were both seated on the couch, watching a movie as they enjoyed the warmth from the soup in their hands.

Wendy laughed cheerfully at Irene cosplaying on the tv screen. Somehow they ended up watching Irene's web drama in spite of the girl's protests, yet she found herself enjoying Wendy tease and laugh at her, opting to watch Wendy than watch herself on TV.

Eventually Wendy's teases came to an end, yet the girl's eyes remained planted on the screen, in a sort of deep thought.

"So, why acting?" Wendy queried, now turning to Irene who quickly averted her eyes. But, too late, the former had already caught her.

Nonetheless, Irene cleared to answer and to dismiss the awkwardness that is her. "Well first," she said, gesturing to her face which earned herself a chuckle from the blonde.

"Agreed."

Irene smiled, looking down, her expression a little more somber now. She's never openly expressed her reasons for going into the acting industry because every time she did, she had to fight off the tears that came with it. But since it was Wendy and the compassion in her eyes, she thought she could make an exception. Even if she ended up as a crying mess.

"My mom," she answered. "She guided me into it, and after she passed," she momentarily stopped to in the tears that fought to come out and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Umm, I figured I'd fulfill her wishes. It's not like I had any other dreams to pursue anyway," she finished, attempting at a joke.

Wendy bobbed her head, allowing the information to seep in. She didn't know whether she should comfort the girl or try to empathize with her own story. She reasoned they weren't close enough so she chose the latter, recollecting memories of her own childhood.

"For me, it was my father." Wendy said, looking up to meet Irene's eyes who were intently gazing at her own. This time she found interest rather than sadness and she took pride in being able to comfort her from afar, so  she continued. "Son Chilhyun, he was a prominent figure in the industry. People respected him a lot, me included. As a child, I always copied everything he did, filming small things, taking pictures and so forth. He even bought me my first camera when I was five." The blonde smiled, recalling the memories of a young brunette excitedly squirming under her father's grasp as they both fiddled with a video camera.

Then, her face flickered into a contortment of sadness, much like Irene's from seconds before. 

"He also passed away. When I was twelve," she disclosed. She didn't know why she did. She had already comforted Irene so there was no reason to tell her about this. But she did so anyways, finding reassurance under Irene's gaze. "I decided to continue his legacy, even though it's in complete contrast to the way he ran things. He was nice, I am not," she joked. 

But Irene didn't laugh, instead she took Wendy's hand in her own. "You are nice. You may not be conventionally kind but you are nice," she said, locking gazes with the latter, hopefully getting her message across. "You genuinely care for your staff, you want them to succeed just like you. So even if you yell at them and say mean words to them, your intentions are earnest and genuine, which makes you nice. You're nice."

Some time during the ramble of compliments, the aura altered—maybe due to Irene's genuine flatteries or just Wendy reaching her limitations to restrict herself in the presence of Irene Bae— because somehow they managed to lessen the distance between them, their faces a mere hand's breadth away. 

"Besides," Irene whispered, her warm breath lightly tickling Wendy's lips as if urging the latter to move forward. "You have saved me in multiple occasions." 

Wendy's gaze flickered from the raven's eyes down to her lips. The enticing sight parching , prompting her to her own lips. "Indeed I have."

Irene took notice of the gesture and smirked. She's seen that expression on too many faces before; on people who adored her. So, she gained a surge of confidence, taking hold of Wendy's collar and lightly tracing her finger on the exposed collarbone. Then in a tone reserved for moments like these, moments which were usually faked and bared before cameras, she spoke, seductive and sultry. "Is there anyway I could repay you?"

Wendy smiled. "You already took me out for dinner," she said, biting her lip, eyes never leaving Irene's lips.

"Which you paid for," Irene interjected, returning the look. It seemed to have more effect on Wendy than it did on Irene because said female exhaled a little too much, in a frustrated gasp. Now that did something to Irene, the sound eliciting somersaults in her stomach. If she didn't have Wendy's mouth on her now, she would have to curse the gods for this unnecessary torment. 

"So,"she asked once more, hoping Wendy would catch the meaning and take the bait. "Is there any other way?" 

Luckily, Wendy did gain some courage, answering the question with a taste of cherry fragrant lips, mouths clashing to prove the veracity of their emotions.

Irene failed to suppress a moan at the touch, the sudden contact bringing out emotions of relief, happiness and a lot of pent up ual frustration. So it surprised her even more, when her body moved on its own accord, pushing Wendy against the back of the couch and straddling her with both legs pinned to her sides. This feeling was new, she wasn't following a script, this was her own instinct, her own wants needing to be satisfied and this sudden change of behaviour astounded her. She liked it and she hoped Wendy did too.

Of course Wendy did, It would be a lie to say that she wasn't enjoying this— Irene on top of her, reciprocating her feelings, groaning at her touches—and even if she were to reject it, her body was saying otherwise. It was obvious in the warmth that pooled in her stomach and even lower than that area, she hadn't touched anyone since her and she forgot just how good it was. 

They didn't know how long they've been proceeding with this activity, they were purely immersed in each other's touches; fingers roaming over and under clothing, with Wendy grasping Irene's bare waist. The action prompting the latter to some clasps on the former's button up. The gesture didn't go unnoticed, a hand being brought up to stop the process, causing Irene to pull back, a cast of doubt evident on her face. 

"I'm sorry," she uttered, looking down at Wendy.

The blonde looked up and shook her head. "No, ummm," she looked down, her eyes trying to say something before she glanced back up. "Are you sure about this?"

Irene beamed at her, answering Wendy's doubts with a trail of pecks from her lips to her ear. "You had me since Day 1," she whispered, her warm breath coloring the blonde's cheeks red. 

Wendy tugged at Irene's chin, pulling her back to her lips, teeth lightly grazing her lower lip before muttering something. "Wrap your legs around my waist, okay?"

The raven nodded. She had an inkling about where this would lead to, she's performed scenes very similar to this except this time there were no cameras, no scripts and no artificial emotions. Everything was real. 

Effortlessly, Wendy got up from the couch, keeping her lips on Irene's while maneuvering her way to the bedroom with the latter held in her grasp. 

And behind those bedroom doors, it was safe to say that they were irrevocably in love. 

She was an actress who held the right amount of warmth in her heart, managing to work miracles towards the tyrannic, cold hearted director.

And she was the director, managing to capture the heart of an actress whose beauty astounded the earthlings of this world.

Together, they were perfection.

-----AN-----

Honestly, this has been sitting on my computer for ages now and I've finally managed to finish it. Albeit, I'm not really satisfied with the ending and relationship development. I feel like I forced it a little and maybe if I can, might be making an epilogue. 

However, I hope you do like this mess that is my writing :P And that I didn't disappoint too much.