We're Not Married | m.yg

EIGHT ; paint

RISA'S POV

I was texting Rise on the ride to filming. I was so busy laughing at Rise's funny story about her slipping and falling while on-stage performing that I hadn't paid attention to our surroundings.

I didn't realize until Aoi tapped me on the shoulder and I glanced up, realizing that we were at the townhouse that we were at a week before.

There was already two black minivans parked out front. From the license plate of one, I could tell that Yoongi had already arrived.

I bounded up the steps and greeted the director before ducking into hair and makeup. Once getting touched up, my eyes darted around the converted garage and saw Yoongi.

He was sitting, his eyes on his phone, fingers flying fast across the screen as a small smile lit up his face.

I hesitated before tapping him on the shoulder and saying hello.

He glanced up, annoyance flashing on his face until realizing that it was me and giving me a nod back.

I glanced at the screen but couldn't make out the korean characters that was the contact name.

He finished texting one last message before turning off his phone and facing me. It delighted me to know that he would stop contacting someone just to talk to me.

"Who were you texting?" I ask.

"Girlfriend," Yoongi replied. Right. I had nearly forgotten that he had one now that he stopped being hostile towards me. I then realized that I didn't know who his girlfriend was.

I felt that it was rude to ask— I didn't want to pry into his life— so I shrugged and changed the subject. We continued to talk for a few more minutes until the director called for us to begin.

The cameras were set up in the empty room.

"See, I told you that the drawing wasn't just for fun!" I say.

"I'm going have to have you repeat that when the camera start rolling," The director says towards me.

We walk in and I repeat the words, this time more enthusiastically.

We're handed an envelope and as always, Yoongi reads it aloud and I read from off his shoulder. I kind of liked being taller than Yoongi. It was cute and I'm already used to being taller than a lot of people.

At 178 centimeters, I was no petite woman.

The mission was for us to decorate and design the empty room. They had already prepared for us the large mirrors and green paint for us to use.

Once we were done with that, we would go shopping for furniture and a piano on another day.

We started with the mirrors, since that seemed like a harder task. We were able to attach them to the wall without much trouble, though my muscles were sore from carrying the large mirrors.

When we were done, we moved onto the paint.

YOONGI'S POV

"Yay, it's the pretty kind of green," Risa says, opening the lids of the paint.

"Is there an ugly shade of green?" I ask. I really didn't have much of a preference when it came to colors.

Risa nods. "This is a light, pastel shade of green. That's pretty, especially on a wall. Green green, or barf green, is the ugly shade of green."

"Don't call a color ugly. That's not nice," I say, picking up one of the paint rollers and dipping it into the paint. I found it satisfying to roll the paint onto the wall.

Risa grins and joins me, grabbing her own paint-roller and starting at the other side of the wall.

We worked silently for a while and I got lost in thought.

Skinship. Apparently, we lacked that. And chemistry.

We were beginning to warm up to each other— or rather I was— but that wasn't enough. We needed to act more like a couple, whatever that meant.

But I knew what that meant. I acted exactly like any other couple with Rise. I just couldn't act; I couldn't do the same with Risa, who I was still only beginning to think of as a friend.

Still, I had an idea that might satisfy viewers. I bent down and dipped my finger into paint before swiping it onto Risa's nose.

She looked surprised and I felt absolutely mortified but I didn't have it show.

Risa seems to have caught on and she has a mischievous glint in her eyes. She dips both of her index fingers into the paint and streaks them across my cheeks and chin.

I laugh. I must look ridiculous.

We decide not to get into a complete paint war and continue painting.

We met up in the middle and I realized that I couldn't reach the top. At least, not without going on my tip-toes.

Risa senses this and quickly steps up behind me and reaches up. She's taller than me and she's able to reach the crevices at the top of the wall.

But to balance herself, she rested a hand on my shoulder and the other was next to my face, creating the illusion that she was half-hugging me.

I freeze and Risa seems to sense that.

I have a girlfriend.

All of my senses screamed that. But I also have a job.

Risa gives me a worried glance and I give the slightest shake of the head. I mouth continue, my head facing the wall so the camera would pick it up.

Risa gives a small nod and focused on the top part of the wall. I advert eye contact whenever she glances down.

It felt like an eternity before Risa finished and set the paint-roller down, releasing her grip of my shoulder.

I let out a breath of relief and we both glance at the wall. Risa obviously looks satisfied.

"It looks great," Risa says. I agree.

•

"I'm sorry about that," I say to Risa when we were done filming. Risa gives me a smile.

"No problem." She made a noise, signaling that she was going to say more but I had already started talking, thinking that she was done.

"I didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation but I read the forums online and my manager has been discussing it with me. My participation in WGM has halted a lot of the scandals, but my behavior has surfaced a lot of suspicion and speculation. We needed more skinship and intimate moments," I explained apologetically.

"Oh," Risa said.

My manager calls my name and I turn, ready to leave. "Anyway, I'll see you later. I can take you to a restaurant sometime when you're free to make up for the awkwardness," I say hurriedly, not really thinking straight.

I wave a rushed goodbye to Risa and walk towards my manager, giving no second glances to what was behind me.

•

A/N: sigh i haven't updated in a long time.

with everything's that happened, wattpad isn't my top priority but again, my goal is to finish this book by the end of the year

on another note, i need to set up a portfolio to audition as a digital media major but i ain't got anything done