Off-Script || ENJOYJUNE

Chapter 2: Read Between the Lines

June arrived on set two hours early. Again.

Not because she needed the time—she had long since memorized her lines and blocking, but because being first meant control. It meant no surprises, no stumbling into chaos, no bumping into Enjoy without mental armor.

The studio was cold that morning. Too much AC, not enough people. The lighting crew was still arranging rigs, and the camera team adjusted angles on their tracking shots. June sat in the dressing room, a cup of black coffee in hand, robe over her costume, staring at her reflection.

Sun.

That was her character's name. Quiet. Sharp. Guarded. An emotionally closed-off photographer who had been burned by love and walked the world with an invisible wall up. The irony made her almost laugh. Almost.

She blinked slowly at herself. Practiced a slight smile. Then softened her eyes. Tilted her head one degree to the right.

Perfect.

Until someone knocked too hard on the door.

She didn’t need to ask who.

"You hiding from me already, sunshine?"

June's grip tightened around the coffee cup. "It’s 7:15 a.m. Do you always talk this much in the morning?"

"Only when I'm in a good mood."

Enjoy strolled in with a ridiculous amount of confidence for someone in bunny slippers and a graphic tee that read: "Acting is just professional lying."

June didn't respond. She sipped her coffee and focused back on the script in her lap.

"You know," Enjoy said, casually pulling out the chair opposite hers, "you could at least pretend to like me when we’re not rolling. Makes the energy better."

June glanced at her. "I’m not here to be your friend."

"Wow," Enjoy said with mock offense. "Cold-blooded. That photographer role is rubbing off on you."

"Sun isn’t cold. She’s careful. There’s a difference."

Enjoy leaned in, resting her elbows on the vanity table. "You always like this? Or is it just with me?"

June folded her script. "Just with you."

---

The first day of filming was the reunion scene—the one fans would probably quote endlessly, gif on Twitter, analyze to death.

Sun and Rain.

A sudden encounter after three years of silence. A meeting filled with unspoken questions. A single glance loaded with unresolved feelings.

June knew this scene was crucial.

So when the cameras rolled, the world shifted.

Suddenly she was Sun, walking through the rainy alley, camera slung across her chest, umbrella tilting against the wind.

Then she saw her.

Rain.

Hair wet. Eyes wide. Staring at her like she'd seen a ghost.

Enjoy’s posture dropped, mouth slightly open. The way she blinked, like she wasn’t sure it was real.

The silence between them was electric. Tense. Heavy.

June stepped forward. Her voice low.

"You haven’t changed."

Enjoy took a shaky breath. "You have."

Cut.

The director stood. "That was... excellent. The pause, the way you held your breath, June, perfect tension. Enjoy, the way your expression shifted when you saw her? Gold. This is exactly what we need."

June didn’t smile.

Enjoy did.

But not at the praise. At her.

And June noticed.

---

"You were actually good today," June said later, offhandedly, as they crossed paths at the snack table.

Enjoy popped a cherry tomato into her mouth. "That sounded dangerously close to a compliment."

"Don’t get used to it."

Enjoy laughed and leaned closer, lowering her voice. "But you noticed."

June picked up a bottled water, keeping her gaze forward. "I notice everything."

---

Over the next two weeks, filming intensified.

The days were long, nights longer. Scenes grew more intimate, more emotionally layered. And though neither of them would admit it, something began to shift.

It wasn’t friendship.

It wasn’t yet desire.

But it was curiosity. A growing, humming tension beneath their skin.

June noticed how Enjoy would tilt her head when she was really listening. How her voice dropped an octave when she got serious. How she joked to deflect, to protect herself.

Enjoy noticed how June’s eyes flickered when she was lying. How she pressed her thumb into her palm when she was trying to stay calm. How she read every script three times but still acted like she didn’t care.

They watched each other. Studied each other.

Until one day, during a break, Enjoy walked into the green room and found June asleep.

Head against the wall. Arms folded. A faint crease between her brows.

She looked younger like that. Softer.

Enjoy stood there for a full minute before sitting across from her and opening her phone.

She didn’t take a picture.

But she wanted to.

---

That night, June found a bottle of warm milk tea waiting by her dressing table. No note. No message.

Just her favorite order. Exactly the way she liked it.

She looked around.

Enjoy was nowhere in sight.

But the next time they locked eyes across the studio, June didn’t look away first.