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Gong Jun was so nervous about the rooftop scene. It wasn't like he hadn't kissed anyone before; he had kissed both men and women in his dramas. However, two things made him want to scream his lungs out: 1) Zhang Zhehan was clearly more experienced than he was in this area if the comments about his kiss scenes were to be believed, and 2) Gong Jun would be kissing the man he had slowly developed feelings for.
Gong Jun did everything he could to prepare — gone over the script a thousand times, rehearsed them, and even planned his microexpressions — all because he didn't want to fuck this kiss up.
No one could blame Gong Jun for panicking.
It was finally filming day. Gong Jun sneaked glances at Zhang Zhehan, but it seemed like the latter wasn't bothered by their upcoming scene at all. He wanted to sulk a little; was he the only one overthinking everything?
Before he could ponder on his thoughts, the director called for them to start filming. Gong Jun wiped his sweaty hands onto his robes, gulped down the qualms of his quivering heart, and put on Wen Kexing's persona.
He did well, considering he had just been falling apart a few minutes ago. Then, finally, the kiss scene comes.
Saying it was bad was putting it lightly. He could only chalk up so much to it being a drunken kiss.
Presented with Zhang Zhehan's lips, Gong Jun suddenly forgot how to kiss. He approached Zhang Zhehan slowly, looking from his eyes to his lips twice before his mind started to mess with him. Zhang Zhehan's lips were naturally soft, and with the glow brought by a little tint and some lipgloss, they looked more delectable now than they usually did. The better part of his mind coached, remember Wen Kexing, and be careful. You don't want to do too much and make it look like something else. However, another treacherous voice threatened to overwhelm his rational side by saying, just grab him and swallow him whole. Taste those lips that look like sweet sin. Play it all up to acting and just take, take, take. You'll never get another chance like this.
The push and pull in his mind left him scrambling. Zhang Zhehan was silently looking at him, waiting. In panic, Gong Jun opened his mouth and took Zhang Zhehan's lips whole. Like a fish gulping for air.
Glub, glub, glub motherfucker.
"Cut! Gong Jun, stop! You need to kiss him properly!" The director's shout shook Gong Jun out of his panic. Horrified, he quickly pulled away from Zhang Zhehan and wiped his lips. Zhang Zhehan did not react for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
"Junjun, what the fuck was that?" Zhang Zhehan pretended to wipe his tears away. "Were you trying to suck the life out of me?"
Gong Jun tried not to burn in embarrassment. "I was nervous, okay!"
Zhang Zhehan's laughter just got louder.
Gong Jun scolded himself mentally for messing up. At the sight of Zhang Zhehan's lips, his mind was already in chaos; how unprofessional of him to let his crush get in the way of filming!
He didn't notice Zhang Zhehan's laughter dying as quickly as he heard it. Zhang Zhehan cleared his throat and placed his hand on Gong Jun's shoulder, making him face him. "Don't get nervous. It's just me."
That's exactly the problem? Gong Jun thought but kept himself from speaking. He just sighed miserably.
"What you can do is think about how Wen Kexing would approach the situation. Put yourself in his shoes. When presented with the opportunity to kiss someone he actually likes, what do you think he would do?"
It didn't take much thinking for Gong Jun to answer. "He'll take whatever he can get."
Zhang Zhehan paused and mumbled something to himself. He flashed a comforting smile at Gong Jun. "Right. Wen Kexing is the type of person to pursue and attack again and again until Zhou Zishu gives in. Go at it with full force - pry my mouth open, force your way in, and kiss me like your main goal is to take me to bed. The goal is to push, push, push. At first, of course, Wen Kexing is a bit hesitant, but he realizes Zhou Zishu is powerful enough to stop him if he doesn't like it. So, he tries to push boundaries and take as much as he can before Zhou Zishu pushes him away."
Gong Jun was, for sure, blushing like a tomato at the implication of his words, but he knew Zhang Zhehan was right. Sometimes, it astounded him just how well Zhang Zhehan understood their characters; even for complex characters, the actor just had a way of untying the knots of their persona and explaining them in simple, straightforward words for anyone to understand. If his co-star ever decided to become a director, he would audition for one of his works.
Plus, Gong Jun would kill for another chance to work with Zhang Zhehan. Feelings included.
The director called for them again to repeat the take. Breathing in deeply to center himself, he positioned himself on the tiles once again.
You are Wen Kexing right now, not Gong Jun, he reminded himself.
They start filming once again. Gong Jun spoke his lines flawlessly. The persona of Wen Kexing finally settled over him. He was able to act more comfortably and even answer to Zhang Zhehan's little adlibs.
Then, the kiss scene.
Wen Kexing, the guy you like just gave you his permission to kiss him, Gong Jun repeated in his mind. Take what you can get.
In a way, Wen Kexing's reaction was similar to his. If Zhang Zhehan permitted him to kiss him, Gong Jun would definitely take advantage of the situation.
Channel in your character, his mind chided.
Gong Jun pulled Zhang Zhehan in and crashed his lips against the other's. He licked at his bottom lip first, tapping it, then traced its outline. Although his prodding was gentle, it was constant, and he continued attacking Zhang Zhehan's lips until he put down his defenses. When the latter finally opened his mouth, Gong Jun went in with full force — he let his tongue explore every corner in Zhang Zhehan's mouth and even nudged at the other's tongue playfully. He heard Zhang Zhehan's breath hitch.
Zhang Zhehan broke away to whisper, "Gong Jun, you're doing great, I think—"
"Shut up," Gong Jun growled, capturing his lips once again. Their kiss grew more aggressive as he claimed Zhang Zhehan's mouth with so much hunger. He heard Zhang Zhehan's tiny whines, which just fuelled his drive further. The other actor's arms circled his neck to pull him closer.
While pressed almost from head to toe against Zhang Zhehan's body, Gong Jun felt a bump against his thigh.
"Cut, cut, cut! Someone get those two off each other!"
Hands dragged Gong Jun away from Zhang Zhehan, pulling him to his feet. He shook all over from being switched out of his character too soon. Then, his mind ventured towards what he noticed earlier.
Was that what he thought it was?
Was Zhehan turned on...?
"I-I need a break," Gong Jun turned his head towards Zhang Zhehan's direction as the actor stood up, dusted himself, and walked out of the set. The staff murmured to themselves, but Gong Jun couldn't hear them, couldn't even focus on them.
All he could think about was,
He's attracted to me.