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Assistant: Title: Between Takes
        Author: lillygoeson lillygoeson 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: And every time Est rolled his eyes, every time he shoved William’s shoulder and muttered “Idiot” under his breath, every time he let it happen—William felt something sharp lodge itself in his chest.Something that wasn’t entirely a joke anymore." Or: As William's feelings for Est grow, the line between friendship, fanservice, and something real begins to blur.
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              And every time Est rolled his eyes, every time he shoved William’s shoulder and muttered “Idiot” under his breath, every time he let it happen—William felt something sharp lodge itself in his chest.Something that wasn’t entirely a joke anymore." Or: As William's feelings for Est grow, the line between friendship, fanservice, and something real begins to blur.
            
        

        
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      WilliamEst gave so many interviews.and had so many cute moments this week that I couldn't help but write about them... So here it is short and sweet 💞
    

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          The thing about spending time with someone every single day is that, eventually, you stop noticing the moments when they slip into your life.One day, they’re just a co-worker, someone you exchange polite words with between takes. The next, they’re sending you a picture of the terrible coffee they had that morning, just to complain about it. And suddenly, they’re in your life, not because they have to be, but because you want them to be.William didn’t know when it happened.But by the time he realized it, there was no going back.It started with the manager’s idea.“You two need to get closer,” he had said, tapping against the script. “You have chemistry on screen, but I need it to feel natural. Effortless.”William had frowned. “I thought it already did.”“It does.” he admitted. “But it could be better.”Est, sitting beside him, raised an eyebrow. “And how do you suggest we do that?”The manager smiled like he had been waiting for that question.“I’m sending you two on a trip.”And just like that, William found himself standing in an airport next to Est, a suitcase in one hand and a coffee in the other, wondering how the hell he had ended up here.It was their first trip together.A travel vlog, part of a promotional effort for Thamepo. The idea was simple—two co-stars exploring new places, bonding over shared experiences, learning about each other beyond their scripted roles.It was ridiculous.And yet, somehow, it worked.Because it was there, in the middle of a crowded marketplace, that William realized something about Est.He was terrible at haggling.“I don’t think that’s how it works” William said, watching as Est attempted—badly—to negotiate the price of a bracelet.The old woman selling it merely smiled, unimpressed.Est sighed, defeated, and handed over the full amount.William shook his head. “I can’t believe you just—”“It’s fine” Est interrupted, shoving the bracelet into his pocket. “I liked it anyway.”William stared at him for a long moment, then, without thinking, turned to the woman.And in less than a minute, he had secured a second bracelet for half the price.Est gaped at him. “What the hell?”William smirked, tossing the bracelet to him. “You just have to know how to talk to people.”Est looked down at the bracelet, then back at William.And then—He smiled.Not the usual polite smile. Not the one he used during interviews.A real one.And for reasons William didn’t understand, it made his chest feel uncomfortably warm.After that, it became easier.The trips. The sleepovers. The late-night rehearsals that turned into conversations that lasted until sunrise.At some point, William stopped seeing Est as just a co-star.And started seeing him as something more.Not romantically.Not yet.But something closer. Something deeper.It was in the way Est let his guard down around him, in the way he trusted William with the quiet parts of himself. The way he would lean against William’s shoulder when he was exhausted, or how he’d send William voice notes at two in the morning, complaining about something stupid, knowing he’d listen.It was in the way they existed together, comfortable in each other’s space, even in silence.They didn’t need to fill the gaps with words.They just were.And William liked that.Then came the sleepovers.It started as a joke.“You’re always here anyway” Est had muttered one night after a long rehearsal, throwing a blanket at William as he stretched out on the couch.William caught it, raising an eyebrow. “You’re kicking me out of your bed and making me sleep on the couch?”“I’m not kicking you out of anything,” Est deadpanned. “You were never invited to my bed in the first place.”William gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “That hurts.”“Goodnight, William.”William sighed, settling into the couch. “Goodnight, baby girl.”There was silence.Then—“…What did you just call me?”William grinned. “Nothing.”Est threw a pillow at him.They learned things about each other during those nights.William learned that Est couldn’t sleep without background noise, that he always kept his room a little too cold, that he curled up in a ball when he was exhausted.Est learned that William hummed in his sleep, that he always rolled onto his stomach at some point during the night, that he wasn’t actually as tough as he pretended to be.Somewhere along the way, we need to build chemistry turned into I can’t imagine my life without you in it.But neither of them said that out loud.They didn’t need to.Then came the moments that shouldn’t have meant anything.A concert, where Est had stood beside him, their arms brushing, watching the stage lights dance across the audience.A car ride, where William had fallen asleep, only to wake up with his head resting against Est’s shoulder, and Est hadn’t moved away.A film night, where Est had quietly handed William a tissue during a particularly sad scene, even though William swore he wasn’t crying.A hundred tiny moments.A hundred little shifts.Until one day, William realized—He had stopped pretending.Stopped pretending he didn’t care.Stopped pretending Est was just a friend.Stopped pretending that when Est looked at him like that—like he was something fragile and breakable and important—he didn’t want to reach out and pull him closer.But he didn’t.Because that wasn’t the deal.They weren’t that.Not yet.Maybe not ever.So William stayed quiet.And he ignored the ache in his chest.Because if Est had taught him anything, it was how to be strong.Even when it hurt.——The thing about success is that you never really know when it’s coming.It sneaks up on you.One day, you’re checking the ratings, wondering if anyone other than your most devoted fans are even watching. The next, you’re booked for back-to-back interviews, your name is trending on social media, and suddenly, you’re part of something bigger than yourself.That’s what Thamepo was becoming.Not just a show.A phenomenon.William wasn’t sure when the shift happened, but it was impossible to ignore.It started small—fan edits, posts gushing over scenes, inside jokes spreading across the internet. But then, almost overnight, their names were everywhere.WilliamEst.Their faces side by side. Their moments replayed in slow motion.Their chemistry dissected, analyzed, worshiped.They weren’t just actors in a drama anymore.They were a ship.A brand.And it came with everything that entailed—interviews, endorsement deals, fan events. Even the company got in on it, adding them to LOL, a show exclusively for famous on-screen couples.William wasn’t sure if he should be overwhelmed or amused.Est just looked tired and happy.“I don’t get it,” he muttered one night, lying on William’s hotel bed after yet another schedule. “We’re not the first pair to do a show like this. Why is everyone so obsessed with us?”William smirked. “Maybe I’m just that charming.”Est turned his head, giving him an unimpressed look.“…Or maybe,” William continued, stretching out beside him, “they can tell how much you secretly adore me.”Est scoffed, rolling onto his side. “Please.”But he didn’t deny it.And William?William didn’t push.Not yet.They got used to it after a while—the way people always expected them to be together.And the thing was, they were always together.Not just because of work, but because, at some point, being around Est had become William’s default.It was just easy.Comfortable.Like muscle memory.They had their own routines now—late-night rehearsals that turned into sleepovers, inside jokes that no one else understood, long flights where Est would fall asleep against William’s shoulder, and William wouldn’t move because, secretly, he liked it.And, of course, the flirting.Because William was charming. And Est did adore him.He just refused to admit it.So William made it his mission to push him.A casual arm around his waist during photoshoots.A whispered comment during interviews.A smirk, a touch, a lingering glance.All in the name of fanservice, of course.And every time Est rolled his eyes, every time he shoved William’s shoulder and muttered “Idiot” under his breath, every time he let it happen—William felt something sharp lodge itself in his chest.Something that wasn’t entirely a joke anymore.Something he wasn’t ready to name.And then came that night.The night everything shifted.William was in another country for a show.Alone in his hotel room, exhausted, scrolling through Twitter out of habit when—He froze.A photo.No—several photos and videos.Est, at an event for some luxury brand.Est, smiling—really smiling—at someone who wasn’t him.The guy was tall. Blonde. Model-perfect.And he was standing too close.One picture showed them laughing together. Another, deep in conversation.Then there was the worst one.The one where the guy was holding Est’s hand.Not just a handshake.A touch that lingered. Fingers curled around his hand, like a promise.William’s stomach twisted.His chest felt tight.The fans were loving it.The comments were full of jokes, of excitement, of people shipping them already.And William—William hated every second of it.He swallowed hard, forcing himself to be rational.It wasn’t like they were together.He had no right to be jealous.So why did it feel like someone was ripping something out of him?Before he could stop himself, he opened his messages.WILLIAM: So… new boyfriend?He stared at the screen, his heart pounding.Minutes passed.Then—EST: What?WILLIAM: Blond model guy. Holding your hand like he’s about to propose. Should I send congratulations?Three dots appeared.Then disappeared.Then reappeared.EST: Oh. That’s just someone I know.William frowned.WILLIAM: That explains nothing.EST: I met him before. During Punch’s MV shoot.William blinked.Punch. One of Est’s close friends.WILLIAM: And the hand-holding?EST: He asked for my number.William clenched his jaw.WILLIAM: And you gave it to him?EST: Relax.EST: I gave him her number. He wanted to work with her.A pause.Then—EST: Are you jealous?William’s stomach dropped.He shouldn't lie.He shouldn't.But instead, his fingers betrayed him.WILLIAM: No.EST: Liar.William exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face.He felt stupid.Embarrassed.Like a kid throwing a tantrum over a toy he didn’t want anyone else to touch.But it wasn’t just any toy.It was Est.And Est was—William’s.The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to type.WILLIAM: Whatever. Just don’t run off with some blonde model while I’m gone.EST: No promises.William groaned.But despite himself—He smiled.And that terrifying, crushing weight in his chest?It eased.Just a little.Because at the end of the day, It was still just them.And for now, that was enough…Or at least, that’s what he told himself.——The backlash started the second their names were announced in the LOL lineup.William had expected it, that didn’t mean it hurt any less."He's an idol, not just an actor. This is so unfair to the other members.""William is just using Est to build his career outside of :lykn. What about the group?""Why are they pushing this ship so hard? This isn’t even real."He could handle hate. He was used to it. But what got to him were the whispers, the ones questioning his dedication to the band.The ones making him feel like, no matter what he did, it would never be enough.And the worst part? Est was starting to believe it too.It was in the way he hesitated before answering messages. The way he avoided eye contact during rehearsals. The way his usual sarcastic remarks had softened into silence.William saw it all.And he hated it.——The radio interview was supposed to be a casual promotional event—just him, Est, and two other LOL couples chatting about the upcoming show.Nothing serious.Nothing emotional.But then the host asked them to say something they wanted the other to hear, and suddenly, it wasn’t just a radio show anymore.Suddenly, it was them. Just them.William exhaled, glancing at Est.Then he spoke."I'm happy to have you as my partner."Est blinked."The two of us have gone through so much together. Like, so so much."He scoffed softly, but William kept going."We've had deep talks more times than I can count and I'm happy. I'll always be by your side. I'm not leaving and I will always support you. No matter what happens or when you feel stressed, I'm definitely not going anywhere."Silence.The host raised an eyebrow. "Is this the cutest thing you've ever said to him?"Laughter rippled through the room, but William didn’t break eye contact with Est."I do mean it, though. It’s just our stories."The host turned to Est. "What about you?"Est inhaled sharply, pressing his lips together."We’ve reached the point where we’re promoting LOL together," Est said, his voice tight. "I'm gonna cry. Can we come back to me later?"William felt his chest tighten. Without thinking, he reached for Est’s hand, wrapping both of his around it, his thumbs brushing soothing circles over Est’s skin. A silent message: I’m here. You’re not alone.The host chuckled. "There’s a teardrop there."Est wiped at his eye, shaking his head. William didn’t let go."We have reached the point where we are promoting LOL together," Est sniffed, laughing through the emotion. "Everything we thought we couldn’t do, we’ve gone through. After this, I hope only good things will happen to us. That’s it… D@mn."His voice cracked, and William’s throat ached. He squeezed Est’s hand.Est let out a watery laugh. "It’s not even our Fan Party yet."More laughter. More teasing.But William wasn’t laughing. He was feeling. Because for the first time, it hit him just how much they had survived.All the fights. All the doubts.And yet—"Actually," William said, clearing his throat, "we’ve never had problems with each other. But because of external issues, we have to constantly talk and help each other. We’ve fought so much, and what we’ve said today is just a small part of it. That’s why it’s so amazing to reach this point."Est nodded, still blinking back tears."We’ve gone through everything we used to worry about." he whispered. "So, I hope after this, we will only find good things and keep holding each other’s hand for a long time. Whatever comes, we will go through it together, just like we always have."Something inside William snapped.Because this—this was real.Not fanservice.
Not a script.
Just them.And it was enough.It was everything.Without hesitation, William let go of Est’s hand just to stand up and pull him into a hug, wrapping his arms around Est while he was still sitting. It was playful, exaggerated, the kind of thing he could pass off as teasing—just for the cameras.But as his arms tightened around Est’s shoulders, as he felt the warmth of him, the way Est’s breath hitched, the way his fingers briefly clutched at the fabric of William’s sleeve before letting go—he knew the truth.This wasn’t just for show.It never was.——The apartment was silent when they got back.Est kicked off his shoes, running a hand through his hair, then over his face, as if trying to scrub away the exhaustion of the day. His shoulders sagged, his body humming with the weight of everything—of the interview, of the words they had said, of the emotions they had barely kept in check.William watched him.He had spent months watching him.And he was tired of pretending.So he stepped forward.Closer.Close enough to see the faint shimmer of dried tears beneath Est’s lashes.Close enough to watch his breath catch when he realized how near William had gotten.Close enough to feel the pull between them—subtle, electric, inevitable.Est blinked up at him, lips parting. "William?"His name on Est’s lips was his undoing.William kissed him.No hesitation. No second-guessing.Just heat and certainty and the quiet realization that he had been wanting this for far longer than he’d ever admitted.Est sucked in a sharp breath against his mouth, his body going rigid—shocked, maybe. But then—Then he melted.His fingers curled into the fabric of William’s hoodie, gripping tight, like he needed something to hold on to, like he didn’t want to let go.William’s hands slid into Est’s hair, tugging him closer, tilting his head just enough to deepen the kiss. Soft. Slow. A quiet exploration that burned at the edges.Est’s lips were warm, pliant, a perfect fit against his.He sighed into William’s mouth, and the sound shot straight down William’s spine, pooling heat in his stomach, curling low and deep and dangerous.William didn’t know who moved first, who pushed or pulled, but suddenly Est’s back hit the wall, and William followed, pressing in, fitting against him like they had always been meant to.Their breaths tangled.Their bodies flushed.A hand ghosted over William’s jaw—Est’s. Tentative, like he was still processing this, still wondering if it was real.William nipped at his bottom lip in answer.Est gasped—soft, startled, wrecked.William swallowed it, swallowed everything, pouring every unspoken word, every hidden feeling, every longing glance into the kiss.When they finally pulled away, breathing heavy, foreheads resting together, Est let out a shaky laugh."You—" He shook his head, dazed, eyes shining. "You really kissed me."William’s lips curved."I did." His voice was rough, wrecked. "And I’m going to do it again."And he did.'
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