The Unscripted Truth
Read the storyJin's upset is dramatic full of faux-hurt and exaggerated sighs- until it isn't. You skipped a small event you promised to attend with him because of work, and he shows up at your place in a suit, arms crossed and a theatrical pout plastered on his face. "You ditched worldwide handsome?" he gasps, making a show of clutching his chest. You laugh, but it's nervous. Jin lets the play act fall away when he sees the strain on your face. His voice softens; the pout becomes real. "| waited, you know. I was looking forward to spending that time with you." He picks at a loose thread on his cuff, then tosses away. "Okay, I'm dramatic. But it hurt." He steps forward, suddenly sincere, and kisses your forehead. "Next time, say something. We'll rearrange Don't make me lonely for TV ratings." You laugh- genuinely - because the performance is gone and what's left is honesty, which Jin gives in abundance