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🌤️ Scene One: The Argument

It started with something stupid.

A missing charger. A late breakfast order. Maybe just bad sleep.

But Nicholas's voice rose sharper than he meant to.

"Could you just stop hovering for one second?"

Silence.

Euijoo blinked. Hurt flickered across his face.
And that was enough for Nicholas to snap back into himself instantly.

"Wait—no. No, Juju, I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I'm so—"

Euijoo gave him a small smile. The kind that always hurt more when it came too soon.

"It's okay. Really."

But it wasn't okay. Not in Nicholas's chest.

🎬 Scene Two: At the Shoot

The moment they got to set, Nicholas stuck to him like Velcro.

Sat right beside him during hair and makeup.

Reached for his water bottle, but handed it to Juju instead.

Rested his chin on Euijoo's shoulder while staff adjusted camera angles.

Euijoo didn't push him away.

But he did nudge his forehead lightly against Nicholas's cheek at one point.

"You're heavy," he whispered.

Nicholas only murmured,

"I deserve to carry that."

📸 Scene Three: Mid-Shooting, Quiet Guilt

They were filming a group game.

Everyone laughing. Maki yelling. Yuma losing. K instigating.

Nicholas barely played.
Just kept sneaking glances at Euijoo, who—bless him—was acting normal. Patient. Warm.

Too warm.

That made it worse.

When it came time for a group photo, Nicholas didn't even pretend to space out.

He stood directly behind Euijoo.
Arms draped over his shoulders. Chin nearly resting in his hair.

"You okay?" Euijoo whispered, off-mic.

"I still feel like crap."

"You're literally holding me like a toddler koala."

"Exactly."

Euijoo smiled, tilting his head slightly so Nicholas could hide against his neck.

"Then stay. I don't mind."

🕯️ Scene Four: After They Wrap

Back in the van.

Euijoo's half-asleep.
Nicholas is holding his hand under a shared blanket, thumb brushing slow circles across his palm.

"You forgave me too fast," Nicholas mutters.

"You apologized fast," Euijoo replies without opening his eyes.

"But I was wrong."

"And I was right to still love you anyway."

Nicholas kisses his knuckles once, twice.

Closes his eyes.

Still wrapped around him like the apology hasn't ended—but the healing already started.

He doesn't say sorry again.
He just stays close.
And Euijoo lets him—because some forgiveness doesn't need words.
Just warmth. Just time. Just love that holds on.

☕ Bedtime Scene: "I Know You Didn't Mean It"

It's late.

The dorm is finally quiet. Lights dimmed, hair still damp from showers. Nicholas is curled up on the far end of the bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, looking like guilt in human form.

Then the door opens.

Euijoo walks in with two mugs of tea—lavender honey, the one Nicholas always claims "smells too fancy" but drinks anyway.

He hands one over without a word.

Nicholas takes it with both hands.

"You should be mad at me."

"I'm not."

"But—"

Euijoo cuts him off softly, sitting beside him and bumping their shoulders.

"I know you didn't mean it."

Nicholas blinks.

"How?"

"Because I've seen you mean things. You say them slower."

Nicholas lets out a watery laugh.

"That's unfairly accurate."

Euijoo nudges his cup.

"Drink your apology tea."

Nicholas does.

And when they curl up later under the blanket, Nicholas rests his forehead against Euijoo's chest and says,

"I'll do better."

"You always do."

🍳 Morning-After: The Chaos Breakfast

Nicholas wakes up before Euijoo.

Which is already suspicious.

What's more suspicious? The smell coming from the kitchen.

Burnt toast? Questionable egg? Maybe both?

Cut to: Nicholas in an apron, trying to flip a pancake that absolutely wasn't meant to be flipped yet. He's got two mismatched mugs, half-sliced strawberries, and one perfect note written in marker on a napkin:

"Sorry I was cranky. Please accept this offering of edible chaos and devotion."

Euijoo walks in mid-pan-flail.

Nicholas freezes.

"Don't look yet!"

"I smelled the smoke from the hallway."

"It's... caramelizing."

"On a pancake?"

"On my apology."

Euijoo walks over, kisses his cheek, and takes the plate—scorched edges and all.

"You're lucky I like effort."

Nicholas smirks.

"Lucky you like me."

"That too."

They sit on the floor, eating overcooked breakfast with too much syrup and a kind of happiness that only comes after weathering a tiny storm together.

The tea was warm.
The breakfast was a mess.
But the apology?
Perfect.
Because Nicholas showed up—and Euijoo stayed.

🖊️ Nicholas's POV – The Note He Doesn't Intend to Share

It's 12:37 a.m.

The dorm is quiet except for the hum of the air unit and the scratch of pen to page.

Nicholas writes on the back of a receipt—because he doesn't want to forget. Not this.

You didn't hesitate.
I raised my voice and you still handed me tea.
Still sat beside me. Still looked at me like I was yours.

He pauses. Swallows.

Then keeps going.

I didn't know forgiveness could feel like a warm hand on the back of my neck, or a blanket shared without a word.
I didn't know I could mess up and still be wanted.

He stares at the final line for a while before he dares write it.

I think the safest I've ever felt is when you said, "I know you didn't mean it."
And you meant that.

Nicholas folds the note and leaves it tucked behind his phone case—just for himself.

But he doesn't know Euijoo sees him put it there.

📱 Euijoo's POV – A Glimpse He Doesn't Call Out

He hadn't meant to peek.
Just walked past at the right moment.
Saw the look on Nicholas's face—the one he gets when he's feeling everything and saying none of it.

Euijoo doesn't ask.

Just walks over, sits beside him, wordlessly hands over a charger Nicholas forgot was unplugged.

Nicholas smiles. Grateful. Quiet.

Euijoo rests his head on his shoulder.

Doesn't say I saw the note.

Doesn't say You didn't need to write it.

He just says:

"You're warm tonight."

Nicholas blinks, caught off guard by the softness.

"I'm always warm."

Euijoo hums.

"No. Just... more."

Nicholas leans a little closer.

"That's you."

💬 Final Line (Shared Thought):

There are a hundred ways to say 'I love you.'
But tonight, it's in how we stay.
Even after the worst part. Especially then.