So Far Away | Min Yoongi

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"You actually wrote a script already?" His eyes widened as he slides the paper towards him. He holds it with his hand before leaning back, reading it comfortably.

"Of course I did," I proudly say, "But we would need extra people for casting."

He analyzes the script at first, and by the movement of his eye, I could tell that he's just skimming through parts.

"Whose parts are mine? Are you going to be Minji?"

Minji is a character in the script that I wrote who's going to be the friend of Taemin, the main character. Minji's role is supposed to be just supporting him when no one else does, thus, becoming close to each other. Taemin wants to be a video game developer since he loves playing video games, but his parents wanted him to take a different path.

A path to becoming a lawyer.

"No, I can act as... Taemin's mother. We can get one of my friends to be Minji." I suggested. "Your part would be Taemin's."

"Whoa whoa," he says, shaking his head as he lays the paper back into the table. "There's way too much lines for the main character."

"If two sentences each line is hard for you to memorize, then we can do it between cuts."

"Are you implying that i'm stupid?"

"I didn't say that."

"Can you just..." He says, rubbing his temples. "Just tell me what I need to do, okay? I have so much crap to do."

"Oh really, like what?"

"Stuff I don't tell strangers about."

"Look, I need to know when your free time is so we could start filming."

"Sundays at four."

"Okay, so four pm. That's not too bad."

"No, four in the morning."

"Are you crazy?" I chuckle in disbelief, leaning back against my seat. "You're going to make me go outside at four in the morning to film with you? Really?"

"You asked, I answered."

"Isn't there any other time?" I ask again, hoping he'll be a little more considerate. "Saturdays?"

"Nope." He says, popping his mouth on the 'p' sound.

"Please?" I pleaded, both of my hands touching against each other. "Even after school."

"I got basketball." He reminds me.

This is so pointless. He's got basketball, and I got my other prep school until 10 pm. My only free times would be the weekends, but that's going to be consisted of me studying non-stop.

Four o'clock in the morning though?

That's... weird. What can he be possibly doing that he's only free at that time?

"I have to go," he says, pulling me away from my thoughts. He stands up and takes the bottle with him, and returns it to the counter. I took the script and shoved it into my bag before following him to return my food tray.

"You didn't eat." I say as we both turn and walk back to the classroom. "Aren't you hungry?"

He stops walking with an annoyed expression. "Instead of worrying about my hunger, why don't you worry about the project instead?"

"Fine, I'll make a copy of your script later." I say, taking a piece of spearmint gum from my pocket. I held out my hand to him, the piece of gum in the middle of my palm. "At least have this though."

"Are you saying that I have a bad breath?"

"No!" I exclaimed, laughing nervously. "Just, eat it. Or chew it, I guess."

He grabs the gum from my hand and unwraps it before he puts it in his mouth. He rolls the wrapper into a ball and throws it to the ground.

"Weirdo." He mutters as he continued walking.