NOT WRONG UNTIL RIGHT

“It says were supposed to kiss.”

“This is so cheesy.” Kris groaned on his bed and threw the papers he had in his hand off and away to the side.

“It’s romantic.” Jiwon frowned at Kris and continued looking through the papers. “I want a love like this.”

“You want to cry a lot?”

“No.” Jiwon rolled her eyes. “I want a great love. I feel like tears are something inevitable in achieving a great sort of love."

“That’s stupid.”

Jiwon shook her head, knowing fully that a guy would never understand. “You actually want to give this a try?”

“No.” Kris shook his head. “I don’t even want to do this. I’m supposed to be a model.”

“Models today are going into entertainment industry more than ever.”

“Then I want to be a singer.”

“Can you sing?”

“I can rap.”

Jiwon rolled her eyes, thinking back to the drawing skills Kris claimed to have. “Show me.”

“I can hear the skepticism a mile away.” Kris frowned at the response from Jiwon and sat up, prepared to prove her wrong.

Jiwon broke into laughter the second Kris finished with his ‘rap.’  “Do you happen to think you could dance too?”

Kris tsked, knowing Jiwon was just laughing and mocking him. “Let’s just do this.”

It took a couple of minutes before Jiwon could breath again. “Whom are you trying out for?”

“I don’t know. Someone named Tan or something. They wanted someone tall for the role.”

“I like this Young Do character.” Jiwon hummed after skimming through a couple of pages. “He has a motorcycle.”

“Of course you would like the bad boys.”

“What does that suppose to mean?”

“That you like bad boys.” Kris furrowed his eyebrows and pronounced as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jiwon gasped slightly at the accusation. “I do not.”  

“Oh please. Kai is the epitome of a bad boy. You’re obviously attracted to him because like every other girl, you think you’ve changed him-“

“I have changed him!”

“Fine. So you have. But that doesn’t change the fact that you have somehow managed to delude yourself into thinking tears are something inherent in ‘achieving a great sort of love.’ You shouldn’t be crying. Kai probably isn’t crying. He doesn’t love you. You’re crying for the wrong reasons and you’re crying for the wrong person.” 

Something about what Kris said really struck Jiwon. She was angry. She knew she was being overly defensive over spilled milk but she couldn’t help but to feel angry. Of course it’s upsetting hearing in words just how much time and effort she has wasted in putting milk into it’s carton. What’s done is done. But she at least wants to tell herself it was all done for good reasons. It’ll hurt less knowing the experience was worthwhile.  “Wrong? Kai doesn’t feel wrong.”

“That’s because you haven’t been with right to know wrong.”

“I-“ Jiwon huffed and took a deep breath. Jiwon flipped through the script and tried to change the subject. “Let’s just do this.”

“I know the truth hurts but-“

“Page 56.” Jiwon huffed with an expression that clearly showed just how she did not want to continue on with the subject any longer. 

“Fine.” Kris pursed his lips but flipped through the page as he was told. He skimmed through the page and gagged a little knowing the consistency of cheese on this piece of paper. But he decided to be a big boy and it up. 

“I said I will come for you. I said to wait for me. Stay where I tell you to stay. Wait when I tell you to. Stay when I tell you to stay.” Kris tried to read with full sincerity.  “From now on, go to school and get off school with me. Listen to me. Okay.”

It was weird to Jiwon how everything Kris was saying a cord in her. It sounded an awful like something someone else she knew would say to her. What would she do if she heard those words from him? Would her heart be beating as fast as it is now? Would she waver-

“Hey it says were supposed to kiss-“

“Let’s do a new scene.” 

Kris chuckled a little seeing Jiwon’s flustered face and flipped through a new page with Jiwon. By the fourth scene, Kris noted how strange it was that every scene they flipped to was some sort of cheesy confession. 

“I told you not to get involved!” Kris read the new scene with full sincerity.  “Do you want to be nice that bad?”

“Why do you think Young Do is picking on me? It’s because of you!” 

The monotone voice Jiwon carried ticked Kris off but he ignored it and continued. “That’s why I do this! Because something may happen to you because of me. I’m begging you. Can you let me not worry about you? Can you just stay put?”

“Can’t you leave me alone-”

“No.” Kris said out of nowhere. “Because I like you.”

Jiwon’s heart raced hearing those words until she scrunched up her hands and was reminded of the situation they were in. Jiwon scrunched her eyebrows, not knowing where the line Kris read came from. Jiwon was about to flip through the pages when Kris took the script from her and threw it to the side. 

“I can’t read these confessions anymore and pretend as though what I’m saying are mere words on a page. I’m not going to pass the auditions because I won’t be reading the script with you.”

“Why-“

“I like you.” Kris repeated once more. 
 
Jiwon’s eyes widened as she searched for the script that was supposed to be in Kris’s hands only to find them across the room. 

“You don’t have to say anything. In fact don’t say anything. Just listen.” Kris took a deep breath in trying to gather his thoughts. “I don’t love you and it might all be mere infatuation. But I feel something and I know you do too. Give us a chance. Nothing is holding us back. Maybe I can be the one who show you what right is supposed to be. Maybe this was what we’re supposed to do in trying to help each other forget the other two.” 

Kai was going through the song he was composing one more time when his phone started going off in the middle. Kai frowned at the caller ID but knew he had to pick it up anyways.
“Hello?”

“Jongin?”

Kai hated that name. Brought quite the sour taste to his mouth. “What is it?”

“Your father wants to see you.”

“Tell him no.”

“I’m his lawyer, not an owl. Tell him that yourself.”

“Then I guess he’s not going to hear anything.”

A sigh could be heard from the other line. “You can’t work this out if you don’t let him apologize.”

“Who said I wanted an apology? And he could have easily called me himself.”

 “He’s in the hospital. Please come and just hear him out. I’ll book a flight for tonight. Show up.”  

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