hope not (part 2) | yoon jeonghan
A/N: whew ok so this took so long. and as I said, idk what’s happening in these two parts fic lol. literally a word vomit and i’m thankful there are people who read this haha. anyway, if any of you are waiting for the part 2, here it is! pls tell me if you like it 💜 sorry if there’s any mistake, i dont have the time to proofread 😰
➝ word count: 5200 words.
➝ angst (???) idk but its deffo not fluffy // idol!au // “exes”…meeting again.
nothing like filming an MV pretending to be a couple with your ex.
After the whole thing that had happened in the studio, you’re glad Jeonghan didn’t really try hard to talk to you despite his words before that. He definitely stopped pretending like he didn’t want to talk to you, though. At least he only engaged you in conversation in the studio and he knew his limit so all was good.
You hated to admit it but you’re glad you didn’t have to avoid him all day anymore. Your conversations were just normal conversations like usual colleagues would share; a complain about schedules, lack of sleep, problem in the dorms—nothing personal, and most of the time Jihoon was also there so it’s not just you and Jeonghan.
There were also times when you ended up laughing together. At first, you admitted you tried to not get too engaged with them for jokes and stuffs, but, in the end, both Yoon Jeonghan and Lee Jihoon managed to break through that and you dare said this recording had been more fun than you thought it would be. One time, you accidentally heard Jihoon telling Jeonghan he’s glad you both weren’t awkward anymore. You could still remember the hesitance in Jeonghan voice as he agreed with the younger guy.
You sighed at the memory, looking at the window of your car. Currently, you’re at your way to the set of the MV. You remember them saying there would be a couple of sets and a few outdoor shootings and the filming would go for at least three days. Another three days with Jeonghan and that’s it. You didn’t know how to feel at all; but you should be glad, shouldn’t you?
“We’re here,” your manager said, stopping the car and gathering all your things from the back seat.
You exhaled before pulling off the seat belt, praying to every deity up there to help you go through this. You managed to be in an enclosed space with Yoon Jeonghan for a week, three days more shouldn’t be that hard, right?
