𝗙 𝗔 𝗟 𝗟 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚 （ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ）

11. 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝

Kongan sent me the script of the video earlier today, along with concept sketches of each of the sets that I'd have to decorate. I worked my ass off, making call after call, decision after decision, staying up for days at a time just to make sure I had everything done. At one point I spent five hours at a florists JUST picking out flowers for the hallways and bouquet, and another time an entire day at an antique shop buying everything from old paintings, trinkets, and even an arbor for the wedding scene.

I was only in charge of four of the six sets, since the rest would be shot on location. I had to take care of the reception hall, the hotel lobby, hotel room, and the apartment. The easiest part of them all would easily be the apartment scene, since all it need was pictures on the walls, cheap furniture, and a trash can to help scatter empty chip bags and soda cans all over the floor.

I found out that the video was for a high-end perfume called 'LOVE,' and from what I could tell from the screenplay Kongan sent me, the video followed that theme perfectly. The video alternates between telling the story of two couples, one who're a newly married bride and groom, who we find out later on are expecting a baby, and the others being a couple that's just separated, but end up kissing in the rain outside of a bar by the end of it all.

Of course Keigo had to play the groom, and of course Rumi Usgiyama had to play the bride. And of course they would have to kiss. Lots. In fact, they even cuddle and play fight in a bed during the hotel room scene. It was no wonder I'd been working myself to the bone, I was trying so hard to ignore the fact I would have to see him be intensely intimate with another girl, a drop dead gorgeous girl at that. Reading the screenplay and just imagining them doing those things was hard enough, I knew having to see it in person was bound to be hell.

Regardless of how much I hated Keigo's roll in the production, there was no going back now. Two days before they started filming, Kongan allowed me and a team of workers, who he had so graciously assigned to help me, to start setting up. He said the filming itself would only last two days tops, maybe three if they needed to reshoot anything. And, luckily for me, the groom and brides scenes would only take one day to shoot, meaning I'd only have to endure one day of pure torture.

"No, no, hey you!" I yelled at the plainly dressed worker. "The chairs shouldn't be spaced apart, they should be right next to each other." I explained, shooting them a small smile so as to not look demanding. They gave me a nod in response, then got to work at fixing their mistake. I resumed with my task of littering the arbor with fake flowers, occasionally lending a hand with other tasks. The set for the reception hall was finished in a little less than one day, and me and the team were able to finish the apartment set before the day was done.

The day after that went smoothly, no big accidents like the day before when an intern got ketchup all over her shirt during our lunch break. On top of that, we finished early, and went out to dinner, which meant I got to know everyone a whole lot better, though I probably wouldn't see them after this project was over.

What was really worrying, though, was that when I got home that night, exhausted as I was, both from socializing and the manual labor, I couldn't go to sleep. Kongan told me I had to be on set watching and ready to help while they were filming. I tried and tried to reason with him as to why me being there was useless, but he insisted, even going as far as saying it was in my contract.

I laid on my bed, eyes heavy and threatening to close, but unable to because of how much my mind was running. I kept on thinking about if Hawks would even react when he sees me, or if he'd even notice me at all. Would he ever keep that promise he made to me all those years ago at the hospital? Or would he just pretend I don't exist so he didn't have to worry about me embarrassing him?

Eventually I fell asleep, albeit in my casual clothes and not my pajamas due to how sleepy I was, but it was still oh so valuable sleep. I had to be on set at a painfully early time, which meant I woke up even earlier. The drive to the filming location seemed longer than the one I'd taken the day before, and I didn't even realize until I had parked how hard I was gripping the wheel. I was nervous, and now being in this rustling room filled to the brim with workers running around delivering costumes and makeup, it was heightened.

I tried my hardest to avoid places I knew the actors would be hanging around, even going so far as to sit as far back as I could manage when it came to the first set they'd be filming on. It was far enough back to where I wouldn't be standing out, but not so far that Kongan would give me crap about not doing my job. I looked at the clock on my phone, noticing that it was a bit past when they said filming would start.

Finally I couldn't ignore him anymore, I mean, how could you? He came strutting through the doors, hands busy fixing the buttons on his suit jacket. The whole room stared at him in awe, and it was as if the lights of heaven shone atop him. Keigo didn't even remotely look my way, he didn't even try. I didn't know why I expected him to, after all, he's here for work. He doesn't have time to spend on someone who's a liability.

The holes in the back of his suit were snug around his wings, and I found myself taking comfort in the warm bath of red after not being in his presence for so long. He took his position at the front of the set, standing tall at the alter, the actress who had been trailing behind him now in front of him fixing his tie. I took in his image, trying to pinpoint what'd changed in all the time since I'd seen him.

His hair was still the same, making me wonder if he still flies everywhere, though I doubt that's the case. His face was no longer disrupted by that horrible yellow visor, or the fluffy lining of his unnecessarily heavy coat. He was clean shaven, unlike his usual stubble, but his shoulder width seemed the same, if anything, it looked like he'd put on more muscle mass.

But, what did I know? After all, I haven't seen him in three years.

"ACTION!" A man announced, along with the slam of a clapperboard to mark the start of the scene.

I couldn't take my eyes off of them as they filmed, kiss after kiss, romantic gesture after romantic gesture, I couldn't look away. It made me wonder if Keigo was really that good of an actor, or if that look he kept giving her was real. The churning and back flipping of my stomach and heart didn't help the situation, and neither did the fact that Hawks hadn't looked at me once.

It was strange, really, because for some time now I'd been standing at the front next to the director, clearly in Hawk's line of sight. It was depressing really, having to see the guy who had unknowingly made my life both hell and paradise pretend like I didn't exist. Even when he would go to change costumes, refresh his stage makeup, or even take a break, I was still not slightly acknowledged. It hurt. What happened to 'you mean too much to me'?

Seeing him in a tank top and sweatpants during the hotel room scene was quite a sight to be honest with myself, but I felt guilty for looking at him in such a light. It felt like I was looking at something that belonged to someone else, and it was like the girl he belonged to was the one laying right beside him. I was no acting critique, but boy did they look realistic.

When we'd finally broke for lunch, it was a relief. "Y/N! Hey! Me and a couple others are going to get X̶̧̘͍̮̺̹̞̃̓͂͝Y̴̢̼̹̣̪̫̗̪͇̽̈́͘Z̷̧̥̬̮̟͈̲̫͚̩͌̇͌͠ for lunch, for you wanna come?" One of the crew members, who had been introduced to me yesterday, but who's name I couldn't remember, asked.

"Oh, no, I'm not hungry..." I replied, knowing that the sickness that had been building up in my stomach since today began would finally implode if I did.

People flooded out of the set room, some scattering across the many break rooms, some going into the costume room in hopes of catching a glimpse of a certain ex hero. I didn't exactly know what to do with myself, considering Kongan ran off to tend to something and left me all alone. I ended up retreating back to my little chair at the back of the now nearly empty room, attempting to busy myself and look like less of a loser by playing on my phone. It worked for a while, before I saw a pair of shoes approaching in my peripheral vision.

"Hey, kid."

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A/N

NO I did NOT write an entire four page screenplay for the video they're supposed to be shooting. NO I did NOT. and NO I will NOT publish it if enough people ask me to 😳