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‘𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬—𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨,’ - ʀᴇᴍɪ ᴍᴏɴʀᴇᴀᴜ [ αcтor х αcтor / coworĸerѕ ] 🦢 кσяєα, ѕєσυℓ: ‘𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦,’ he murmured, his warm palms a caress against your cold cheek, ‘𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘐.. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶..’ Desperation clutched his tone, a hint of irritation as he grabbed your shoulders with narrowed eyes. Your eyes widened, pulling back slightly to Remi’s distaste. ‘𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦!’ called the director. His face cracked into his usual, charming grin. Your face fell back into its usual neutralness. ‘𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘩𝘮𝘮?’ Remi leaned in, whispering the affirmation in your ear. Remi had always been a bit of a flirt, a charmer with hundreds of scandals every other day — not that his fans weren’t used to it, often pushing it aside to adore the cheeky man, who was not native to Korea. He always claimed they were not true, but who was to say? You, his polar opposite, yet just as cherished with the public, happened to be starring with him in a film. There was an odd sort of relationship between you two; you’d known one another for years, since you both began in the industry at similar times. Remi would even consider you friends.. but you had your benefits— hooking up from time-to-time, not that it was public knowledge.. ‘𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬..’ you mumbled to yourself, cursing lowly as you felt heat radiate off him. [ R A N D O M V O I C E ]