Becky doesn’t know, she doesn’t really understand why Freen has been ignoring her and would squirm around her for the past few days. Freen would be looking anywhere else but Becky which urged a negative feeling in the pit of Becky’s stomach.
Freen is a lively character, the life of the party, but lately, it seems like all colors have been sucked out of her. She’s been keeping to herself and if possible, would stay away from Becky. She just couldn’t bare it— not when something shifted inside of her shooting all of those scenes for that faithful episode. They were comfortable with each other, trusted each other with their whole hearts that those scenes may have come out more natural than they ought it to be.
Because they let their hearts direct their movements.
Episode 8 was something else, for sure, that Becky swore that she wouldn’t react to it and no one can force or coerce her to do it when it gets aired— it’s just too intimate. But maybe it hit Freen harder than it hit her. Ever since they shot those scenes, Freen would only talk to her when necessary, finding it hard to form words when you’ve been a little too intimate with the person who’s your best friend— or maybe they already have feelings for each other? It’s quite hard to decipher what really changed when they’ve been acting the same way ever since they’ve been paired up as a side couple from their first series together. Even Nam doesn’t know what’s up with them.
But of course, Becky has a limit. She needs her answers as she just can’t stand there watching the person that she likes act really awkward around her. She wants her old Freen back. The caring, loving Freen who’d take her out café hopping and bring her home through her car. She wants the Freen she fell in love with back.
Becky corners Freen in the far corner of a room, where no one really hangs out in because it’s quite isolated and eery. As expected, Freen diverts her eyes somewhere else when Becky’s shooting her daggers from her eyes. “Care to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, Sarocha Freen?” Freen feels her knees trembling, bucking as she tries to keep her balance. Becky just had to use her real name.
When Freen tries to step away, Becky clicks her tongue against her cheek and drags Freen back, even pulling her towards an empty room, with Freen removing her hand from Becky’s hold and turning away, in Khun Sam’s mansion and locking the door behind her.
Freen feels a presence sneak up behind her, about to touch her but it doesn’t come.
Oh, how familiar this scene is— it’s just the tables have turned, it seems.
“Phi,” Becky sighs, “Okay, fine, it’s okay if you don’t look at me.” She pushes her hair back, sort of frustrated and desperate. “Just please— what did I do wrong? Why are you not talking to me?”
Sam stays mum, finding her words strung in her throat. She doesn’t dare to look behind her as well, feeling the beating of her heart against her chest as she tries to calm down. She thinks that if she turns around, she’d faint at that moment.
“P’Freen.” Becky practically whines.
Soon, she feels shaking arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer until her back meets with Becky’s front. Sam’s ear deafens with the sound of her heart drumming against her chest. Becky heaves, resting her head against the small of Freen’s neck, “What did I do wrong?” Becky asks, now calmer, “I want to fix it. Please let me.”
Sure, okay, Freen has been trying her best to act ‘normal’ with Becky; wiping her lips, eating beside her, that the others wouldn’t notice—but Becky, God, she always does. She acted in a way that she was feeling okay after that one scene everyone seemed to enjoy, coming down from the adrenaline rush of being so close to your crush, but of course, when that adrenaline fades… there are some things that just come into realization.
Becky always notices the slight change in Freen’s mood, the slight drop of her lips when she hears something she doesn’t like. She just knows her too well that Freen thinks Becky knows her better than she does. So of course, it is no surprise that Becky has noticed how awkward she’d get.
“You—“ Freen takes a deep, shaky breath, “Didn’t do anything wrong, Nong, it’s okay.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me?!”
“I am talking to you right now, aren’t I?” Freen takes the courage to turn around, seeing Becky taken aback and flushed, almost like she’s about to cry.
“You know what I mean.” Becky sighs.
Freen feels her heart wrenching as Becky paces around, desperate and worried, wanting to fix something that she doesn’t know what the root problem is in the first place. She looks uneasy, like there’s a really heavy weight on her shoulders that only Freen can remove.
“After that…” Becky lets out an exasperated sigh, “You won’t talk to me. Did I do something wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable? P’Freen, please…”
“No, no. Don’t say that.” Freen feels her walls cracking down at every passing second that Becky looks like she’s close to tears. As much as she would want to keep this to herself, she knows that it isn’t healthy— for neither one of them— to be keeping secrets like this, especially if they’re going to act as smitten lovers on screen.
Freen looks around, thinking deeply, before speaking again, “It’s just me, okay, Bec? You didn’t do anything wrong, please, don’t think that way.” If she needs to get down on her knees for Becky to understand, she would. Maybe her and Khun Sam aren’t too different after all.
“You’re awkward around me, Phi, I miss you.” Becky almost sobs. She just wants her old Freen back. “I know you’re trying not to act like it, and thank God we’re actresses that the others seem to not notice, but I know you better than I know myself, P’Freen.”
Freen doesn’t know what to do. It’s either she doesn’t confess why she acted that way and there would still be this argument between them and Becky would still feel agitated, or confess her feelings which would have three possible outcomes.
- Becky likes her back. Okay, that’s the most favorable outcome in Freen’s opinion. She’d absolutely love that and they would devour as their characters in the series. Their chemistry would be unmistakable.
- Becky doesn’t like her back but acts like she does— fanservice. That’s probably the worst possible outcome. Freen thinks she cannot handle something like that. It’s like Becky’s hers but really isn’t. And she wouldn’t be able to move on because of that. All for the sake of the fans.
- Becky doesn’t like her back and everything turns awkward. That doesn’t sound as bad now after Freen has thought of the 2nd option. Maybe it would help her move on and go on with her life, but it’s still really bad.
But she dares. She doesn’t want to make Becky overthink because of her— that’s like her worst nightmare; making Becky cry. My God, she’s more similar to Khun Sam than she thought she was. Is that why she has been able to portray her seamlessly?
“Becky,” She calls out, clearly uncertain of her next words, “I…” She trails off. Becky just looks at her, patiently waiting for her next words. Why is she always so… so patient with her?
“I guess I haven’t been able to conceal my feelings well,” Freen chuckles nervously, scratching the back of her head. She averts Becky’s eyes. “Nothing was the same for me after kissing you so many times—“
“Is it hard for you?”
“Without being able to call you mine— What? No!”
“Huh?”
“What?”
“P’Freen, can you reiterate what you just said?” Becky asks, slow and unsure. She heard it, she just doesn’t know if she heard it right.
“It’s not hard for me…?”
“No, before that.”
“Oh.” It’s now or never. (Freen has seen the Filipino movie ‘Ngayon Kaya’ which basically translates to, ‘Should I do it Now?’ on Netflix which portrays the story of two friends who were to cowardly to confess their feelings to each other that one just moved on and loved somebody else. Freen loves the movie, it speaks to her— Freen is terrified.)
“It’s just…” She combs a hand through her hair, “It’s not that easy to kiss you, have you in my arms, and call you sweet nothings without being able to actually call you mine, all for the sake of the cameras—“
“Becky? Freen? Are you there?” Freen looks behind Becky to hear Nam calling for them, “The director wants to brief something!” Another knock.
Becky sighs, sort of annoyed that someone just had to call for them when they were so close to that moment she has been waiting for since they’ve shot their first series together.
Becky opens the door, face droopy and mad, “Oh? Did I disturb you?” Nam’s eyebrows dance, clearly implying something else.
“No, you didn’t.” Becky sighs as she walks past Nam. Nam now has the chance to look at Freen who just looks like she saw a ghost, standing idly while staring at particularly nowhere, zoning out. “Freen?”
“Why would you have to come in at that moment—?!” Freen asks, almost shouting. Nam assumes she did disturb something.
“Care to tell me what happened?”
“I was confessing!”
“Wait, you two weren’t actually a couple?” She even had the audacity to tease them. Freen can’t help but roll her eyes, exiting the room as well, leaving Nam to herself, giggling.
Freen stands a few inches behind Mon, silent as they listen to what the director wants for the next scene. She tenses, looking at the back of Becky’s head. Perfect— another kissing scene. Freen can’t help but think that oh, this is the most perfect timing! God, she’s thankful! She feels like she’s about to vomit anytime soon.
She has to push all of her energy into acting Khun Sam to the fullest now since her and Becky are pretty awkward with each other— it would’ve been easier if it was another emotional scene, but of course, an episode after they became a couple is always at least 20% emotional scenes with the rest of the scenes showing Mon and Sam being a sickeningly sweet couple whose love language is physical touch.
“Are we going to shoot now?” Becky asks. She seems so eager.
“Not yet, let’s take five. I didn’t get enough sleep last night because of the both of you!” Director A laughs, teasing Freen and Becky. Becky giggles while Freen chuckles, albeit a little awkward.
Throughout those whole 5 minutes, Freen avoided Becky, in Becky’s dismay. She isolated herself once again and listened to music, closing her eyes. Becky wanted to clear everything up before they shoot so at least they wouldn’t be squeamish and uneasy around each other since from what she’s read from the script, it’s another love scene which the director covered up as a ‘kiss’ scene.
And after 5 minutes, Freen feels like she’s about to plunge into deep, deep water.
They go up to the second floor of the mansion, where they were given robes to wear. She assumes that this scene is after they have taken a bath.
Becky removes her cardigan in front of her, revealing her skin-colored tube top to go under her robe. Becky’s eyes remain on her all throughout, piercing and strong, like she’s trying to entice Freen. If looks could kill, Freen would’ve been dead long ago.
Freen lays her back on the hand rest of the couch, looking up at Becky. With their professionalism, they engage themselves in their characters. Freen momentarily forgets she isn’t Khun Sam.
“Okay, action.”
(I will be using Sam (Freen) and Mon (Becky) from this point forward until I say so. Note that the emotions/feelings they’re feeling are of Freen and Becky though.)
Mon crawls on top of Sam, eyes half-lidded as she uses both of her arms to support her weight on top of Sam. Sam gulps, looking up at Mon. She has the prettiest lips ever— so soft and smooth, so damn kissable.
Sam couldn’t just wait any longer, as she grips Mon’s robe, pulling her towards her. She needs Mon’s lips on hers as soon as possible. Sam finds it her favorite feature of Mon’s face.
Mon smashes their lips together in a desperate kiss, full of longing and regret. Becky can’t help but put her real feelings into action. She tilts her head to the side, allowing more space so that it may be comfortable for the both of them, deepening the kiss as she starts fiddling with the tie of Sam’s robe.
Sam gasps as she feels Mon’s hand against her bare skin. She whimpers as Mon slides down to her neck, planting wet kisses on her jaw as she then trails her way down to her pulse point, licking. All the while, her hand remains on Sam’s bare stomach.
Sam tries to stifle a moan when Mon decides to start sucking, making sure to mark a bruise to tell the world that Sam is hers. After Mon’s done with her ministrations, she goes back to Sam’s lip to give her a sloppy kiss.
Sam reciprocates with much fervor, tugging on Mon’s robe as well. Her hand rests on the back of Mon’s head, slightly pulling at her hair.
She releases a ragged breath when Mon pulls away, straddling her. She’s flushed, pupils dilated and lips sore. Sam thinks Mon looks the prettiest this way.
Mon helps Sam remove her robe, throwing it to the side, discarded to the ground. Sam hums as Mon’s hand wanders on her skin as she kisses her deeply, licking and sucking on her bottom lip.
“Mon.” Sam moans as Mon teases her. She holds onto Mon’s neck for support as she feels the heat travel to her bottoms, closing her eyes shut as Mon drills a digit into her.
“Ugh, shit.” Sam silently whispers as Mon nibbles on her ear, biting.
Sam releases a deep groan as she feels herself coming, pulling at Mon, digging her nails onto her back as Mon continues with her ministrations, urging her lover to come as she pleases.
Sam releases a stifled, rough gasp as she feels a wave of sensations pass through her, with Mon remaining inside until her high subsides.
Mon kisses her with fervor, helping her through her high. Sam’s eyes are glassy with pleasure. When she feels Sam relaxing under her, she pulls out.
(They’re out of their characters from now on~)
“Okay, cut! That was…” Director A releases a breath he’s been holding. “Great!”
Well, that was at least what Freen and Becky wanted to portray. They didn’t actually do it— but they did put their feelings into it. All throughout, Mon’s hand remained on Freen’s thigh, doing some subtle movements to mimic the actual movement during sex. She also didn’t actually leave a mark on Freen’s neck as she just placed a chaste kiss there, but keeping her head in place to at least give the impression that she wanted to give Sam a love bite.
Freen coughs as she puts her robe back on, diverting her eyes away from Becky once again. The director told them they’re moving locations so Freen and Becky can do their thing as they prepare to set up.
Before Freen could even walk away from the room, still feeling hot and bothered, Becky pulls her. Freen couldn’t do anything as she’s getting dragged into the bathroom of the mansion, with Becky once again locking the door behind her.
Freen couldn’t exactly focus when they’re in such a confined space, locked inside with Becky blocking the entrance. Her arms are crossed and with an eyebrow raised, she walks up to Freen who stands in the far side of the small room.
“Can we talk now?”
Freen nods. She’s a little anxious but she’s certain that they do need to fix whatever’s going on between them.
Becky clears her throat, huffing as she starts, “You know,” She blinks, “Label or not, I’m still yours.”
Freen’s eyes widen. What? Her mind is clouded, she couldn’t understand whatever Becky is trying to say.
“Huh?”
“I won’t entertain other people. I can’t even accept projects if my character is paired up with someone who you wouldn’t play.”
“Becky…?”
“I only want you, P’Freen, no one else.”
She has to stop bucking her knees or else she’d get arthritis, Freen swears. She blinks, heart racing and the flush on her face returning as her brain tries to figure out what Becky’s trying to say.
Is Becky confessing to her?
“Do you like me romantically, Phi?”
Freen couldn’t help but nod. It isn’t appropriate to lie anymore. She’s been hiding it for too long that if she lies even more, she thinks Becky would be forever out of her reach.
“Hm.”
Before Freen could even process it, she feels Becky pulling her in a hug, tilting her face upwards slightly with the small height difference between them as she plants a peck on Freen’s lips. Freen’s breath hitches. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. Did Becky miss her cheek or did she really aim for her lips?
“I guess you wouldn’t feel the need to be sad when we’re acting because I’m officially yours now?” Becky giggles. Becky’s heart is racing as well, feeling like she’s about to explode anytime. Freen is adorable, a little naive, but she loves her nonetheless.
“Say that again?”
“I’ve loved you since I was 18.” Mon confesses, her head on Freen’s shoulder, “So don’t like someone else.” She hums, “You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” She murmurs.
Freen’s eyes soften. That was probably the nicest thing everyone has ever told her. No compliments would ever reach what Becky told her, she thinks. Also the fact that Becky said it probably made it a million times better.
“P’Freen..”
“Becky.”
“Be my girlfriend.”
It wasn’t a request, it was a sort of command. Freen knows she doesn’t have any other answer aside from ‘yes’ since God, Becky is her favorite person as well. She doesn’t have any other answer— just ‘yes.’
Freen tried to speak but she couldn’t, still processing whatever just happened, so she just leans down, capturing Becky in a kiss. Becky gasps a little, but immediately reciprocates the kiss which much fervor, want, and longing.
They’ve probably been in the comfort room for a suspicious amount of time, but neither one of them cares. All it matters is that they’re officially each other’s now. No more pretend and play-flirting, for everything is now real.
“Lovebirds, are you going to come out now?!” They hear a voice outside, and Becky pulls away with a giggle. Nam knocks impatiently, calling for the two to come out because apparently they’ve been delaying the shoot for like 5 minutes now.
“Yeah, yeah. We’re going!” Freen answers with a groan. “Let’s go?” She looks down at Becky who nods with a smile. “Let’s go.” She pecks Freen’s lips one last time before leaving the room with, giddy and in love.