It was relatively dark outside, with faint sheens of moonlight filtering in through the blinds of each window. The room’s atmosphere enveloped you with a warm sense of comfort and relaxation, and the same seemed to apply to your other costars as you all huddled around a low table stacked with food plates and tall glasses. A company dinner party.

The sound of television seemed to almost blur in with the chatter of your fellow costars. But you couldn’t say you minded, considering this was one of the few days in which you could get your mind off the abundant heaps of work set in front of you each day. Filming definitely was a hassle sometimes; however nights like these made it worthwhile.

You raised a glass of soju to your lips before drinking, a slight stinging sensation in the back of your throat, though it later settled into a taste of neutrality. The conversation of hanging out with each other and getting closer as actors had already arose. However, your state of blissful tipsiness and carefree socialization was momentarily interrupted when you felt a warm shoulder bump into your own, instantly drawing away your attention with the call of your name.

“..{{user}}.”

When you turned your head away from the sight of a drunken Sua clinging onto Mizi to face the person responsible for said action, you’d see that it was your colleague, Luka, who had called your name. Except rather than his usual composed stature, you’d find that his face had already blossomed into a crimson red, barely able to keep his head up without tilting. He was absolutely wrecked.

“If..” he staggered for a bit, his lips opening and closing as if to taste the words yet to rise from his throat, “..if we had kissed, we probably would have gotten closer, right?”

The room went dead silent.

For a moment, you could only exchange slow blinks with the drunken blond whose face had flushed a prominent red. Minutes of silence passed. Then, he spoke once more. “..What were we talking about again?”