Off-Script || ENJOYJUNE

Chapter 7: Unscripted Nights

Two weeks passed. And somehow, everything changed without changing at all.

June and Enjoy still bickered on camera. Still teased each other in interviews. Still followed the beats of their schedule, from rehearsals to shoots to press appearances. But underneath the surface of their public dynamic was something real, something gentle and secret and growing.

No one knew that on nights when the cameras shut off, June’s balcony became their favorite place. Enjoy would arrive with a hoodie slung over one shoulder, a bag of fruit or instant noodles in hand, and June would already have two mugs of tea waiting.

They rarely talked about what they were. It was easier not to. Safer. But they moved around each other with increasing ease. Touches lingered longer. Smiles came easier. The line between acting and truth had not just blurred, it had vanished.

Tonight was one of those nights. The city glowed beneath them, humming with late-night life. The air was warm but not stifling, filled with the distant hum of traffic and occasional bark of a street dog. The world down below was fast, but here on the balcony, it moved slow.

Enjoy leaned back in her chair, one leg draped over the other, watching June sip tea from a chipped mug she’d used every night.

"So," Enjoy said slowly, "I’ve been meaning to ask."

June looked up. "Dangerous words."

"What happens when the series ends?"

June blinked. She hadn’t let herself think about that.

Enjoy continued, voice quieter now. "Will we just... go back to being strangers again? Or worse, pretend none of this ever happened?"

June’s chest tightened. "Do you want to?"

Enjoy shook her head without hesitation. "No. Not even a little."

June set down her cup. "Then we won’t."

Enjoy studied her for a moment. "But do you think we can actually pull it off? A relationship in our world?"

"I don’t know," June admitted. "But if it’s you, I think I want to try."

They fell into silence again, the kind that felt comfortable, not empty. The kind that only existed between people who didn’t need to fill every moment with noise.

Enjoy turned to her. "Can I ask something even more dangerous?"

June raised an eyebrow. "You’re on a roll tonight."

"Have you ever been in love before?"

The question stunned her.

June looked away, then back. "Not like this."

Enjoy nodded slowly. "Me neither."

June reached for Enjoy’s hand, intertwining their fingers. "It’s terrifying."

"Yeah. But it’s also the only thing that feels honest."

They didn’t kiss that night. They didn’t have to.

The honesty was enough.

---

The next day, filming resumed with a heavier scene, the breakup. Sun pushes Rain away after their secret is exposed. They yell. Cry. Walk away from each other.

The director explained the emotional beats. Everyone nodded. They’d rehearsed this. It was just a scene.

But when the cameras rolled, June’s voice cracked too early. Enjoy’s tears came before her cue. The argument was too raw. Too real.

Because neither of them wanted to pretend they could walk away from each other.

"Cut."

The director looked conflicted. "That was powerful. A little off-script, but we’ll keep it."

June stormed off set, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. Her skin felt too tight, her lungs too small.

Enjoy followed her into the dressing room hallway. "June. Wait."

"What happened back there?" Enjoy asked, catching up to her.

June shook her head, frustrated. "It was supposed to be acting."

"You think I was acting when I said I loved you in that scene?"

June stopped, frozen mid-step.

"Enjoy..."

"I meant it. I meant every word. Even if the script didn’t."

June turned, eyes shining. "You can’t just say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what we are. I’m scared."

Enjoy took a step forward. "I am too. But that doesn’t make it less real."

June looked at her, the hallway lights casting soft shadows across her face. "Then what do we do now?"

"We stop running."

June didn’t answer. She just leaned in and hugged her, tightly, like she didn’t know how else to hold herself together.

Enjoy wrapped her arms around her. "We don’t have to label it. We just have to not run from it."

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Later that night, they lay curled on June’s couch, the lights off, just the window open to let in city air. The TV played a muted re-run of an old comedy they weren't watching.

June rested her head on Enjoy’s chest, fingers tracing circles on the fabric of her shirt.

"You make it harder to lie to myself," she whispered.

Enjoy kissed her hair. "Good. I want to make it impossible."

June looked up at her. "Even if people find out? Even if this ruins everything we’ve built?"

"Then we’ll build something new."

They stayed that way until sleep pulled them under.

And for the first time in years, June didn’t dream about running away.

She dreamt of staying.