By Zephyria 
Flip Twice
“Cut, okay.”
Kim Jun-haeng called “okay” on the second take. The staff’s faces brightened. The shooting pace was brisk.
The camera director and lighting team moved to shoot the same cut from different angles. Kim Jun-haeng asked Lee A-gon, who was standing aside to clear the path,
“What does our great actor think? Can we use this cut now?”
Here we go again, Hae-jun thought to himself. Kim Jun-haeng spoke with a twisted tone.
“If our great actor dislikes it, I’m willing to reshoot. Please, speak your mind without reservation.”
“I think it’s good too, Director.”
Lee A-gon replied with a blank expression. Kim Jun-haeng glared at Lee A-gon maliciously before clapping his hands.
“Let’s hurry up. We don’t have time.”
The reason they didn’t have time was that he had wasted too much of it picking on Lee A-gon, but no one would point that out.
After Lee A-gon’s apology, the atmosphere on set became much softer. At least, it did for the staff and other actors. That is, if they didn’t try to act friendly with Lee A-gon.
Any staff member who treated Lee A-gon kindly was cursed out by Kim Jun-haeng all day. One supporting actor, who had spoken and laughed with Lee A-gon on a day they had action scenes, was repeatedly called for NG while suspended by wires. It was a scene where he was supposed to fall from a high place while escaping a killer, and the supporting actor, who had to hang from the wires for a long time, eventually burst into tears.
No one spoke to Lee A-gon anymore. Even when Kim Jun-haeng wasn’t around, people treated Lee A-gon with caution.
It felt like returning to the days of filming
On the surface, Lee A-gon seemed unaffected by the situation. No matter how much the director taunted him, he just repeated, “I’m sorry,” with a placid expression, appearing serene. At least, that’s how it seemed to others.
Only Hae-jun knew Lee A-gon’s true state. That Lee A-gon was actually under immense stress.
As proof, Lee A-gon’s requests for assistance had increased significantly.
After finishing rehearsal, Lee A-gon gestured to Hae-jun with his eyes. He didn’t need to say what he wanted.
Hae-jun entered the small supply room and was immediately pulled into Lee A-gon’s embrace. Lee A-gon wrapped his arms around Hae-jun’s waist and pressed their lips together. As soon as Hae-jun opened his mouth, a tongue entered. Then, their tongues rubbed against each other urgently.
“Mmm, …gon.”
When Hae-jun tried to pull away because their tongues were rubbing too hard, Lee A-gon pinned him against the wall and thrust his tongue deeper. He then sucked on Hae-jun’s tongue for a long time, bit his lips, and drenched him in his saliva.
After the kiss ended, Hae-jun wiped the saliva that had spread to his cheeks with the back of his hand. He had explained repeatedly that it wasn’t necessary to go this far for assistance, but Lee A-gon’s licking and sucking became more intense.
He must be incredibly stressed.
Hae-jun felt pity. He seemed unable to control his actions due to the severity of his stress.
No one spoke to him familiarly anymore, and the director, the king of the set, found fault with him at every turn and growled at him. Poor Lee A-gon had only Hae-jun’s assistance to rely on.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
Lee A-gon replied expressionlessly and tried to kiss him again hastily. Hae-jun stopped him by pressing a finger to his mouth.
“You’re having a hard time, aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“The director’s bullshit. You look like you’re fine, but your requests for assistance have increased lately.”
“……”
“It’s all because of stress, right?”
“…….”
“No? Then why…”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Lee A-gon removed Hae-jun’s finger and brought his lips to his.
“That’s right. It’s all because of stress. So please give me more assistance.”
So that’s how it was. Hae-jun felt pity for Lee A-gon once more.
Though he looked tall and broad-shouldered, Lee A-gon was actually very frail. Only Hae-jun knew this.
Being so frail and only twenty-one, being targeted by the director, who was like the king of the set, and being ostracized—how much stress must that cause? Therefore, as his manager and as an Assistant, he had to take good care of Lee A-gon.
Hae-jun opened his mouth, helping Lee A-gon suck his tongue better. After sucking on his tongue for a long time, Lee A-gon exhaled a hot breath and whispered,
“I can’t help it because of the stress.”
“Yes, I know.”
“It’s all because of that…”
Lee A-gon grabbed the back of Hae-jun’s head and sucked his lips intensely. The kiss lasted for over thirty minutes.
Lee A-gon had changed.
It was as if he had found a suitable reason and given himself justification, becoming uninhibited.
“I need assistance.”
“I’m very stressed.”
“I’m having a hard time.”
“Please give me assistance quickly.”
Hae-jun couldn’t refuse Lee A-gon, who said he was suffering from a lack of assistance. He naturally provided as much assistance as Lee A-gon wanted.
For reasons unknown, Lee A-gon had started preferring a sweeter kind of assistance over directly putting his fingers into Hae-jun’s body. That is, things like kissing or hugging, which naturally offered a lower quality of assistance compared to genital contact or penetration.
Because of this, Hae-jun was asked for more kisses and hugs, and the more the quality of assistance decreased, the more Lee A-gon became fixated on assistance, requiring even more kisses and hugs, and… an endless loop.
Do I always have to provide assistance this often?
Hae-jun thought as he kissed Lee A-gon for the twentieth time.
He looks fine, but isn’t this too frequent?
The old Lee A-gon had looked like he was about to die, so of course he needed full assistance, but the current Lee A-gon… no matter how he looked at it, he didn’t seem to need this much assistance.
Hae-jun, with his limited experience in providing assistance, didn’t know if this was normal. He had nowhere to ask.
What if Lee A-gon really needed so much assistance because he was suffering? What if he wasn’t understanding it? Troubled by such worries, Hae-jun decided to search for people in similar situations online.
Tok tok. Hae-jun typed search terms like “Assistant,” “Guide,” and “Espers” into his phone. He knew from his previous experience that it was difficult to get good advice online, but he had no one else to turn to at the moment.
Eventually, Hae-jun found a site. It had a long name: ‘A Space for Espers and Guides Together.’ Fortunately, even non-members could read the posts. Hae-jun clicked on the Guide-only board.
♛ I don’t understand why you’re so eager to tear each other apart.
Can’t it be resolved if you both compromise a little? Why do the Guides here who curse Espers hate them so much?
The Guides around me who met good Espers and are living happily never curse Espers. That alone shows how full of hate the Guides who curse here are.
No matter what, aren’t you each other’s halves? Why live your short lives hating each other? Guides, please don’t hate Espers so much and live a life of love.
└ That’s right. I haven’t met a single Guide in real life who blames Espers, but there seem to be plenty of them here.
└ This is why we hate Espers. There’s clearly a victim, but compromise a little? The current situation is one where Espers exploit Guides, so what kind of compromise are you asking for?
└ It’s unfortunate. You seem to be lost in delusions of persecution and unable to grasp the structural essence.
└ ♛ I admit that the oppression Guides face is greater. But aren’t we each other’s halves? Instead of just hating, let’s work together to find a solution.
└ I’m so sick of people trying to divide us online. ㅠㅠ I’ve never met a Guide who hated Espers in person. It’s natural to be attracted to each other, so please stop the hate and division ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
♛ After meeting a few Guides who tried to divide us,
I started to wonder if I was the problem, and I couldn’t meet people for a while. Every other word was about Guide human rights or overseas cases.
But I cut them off cleanly, thinking that’s why they hate Espers.
└ 222 Espers have their own struggles as Espers, but these guys who insist Guides are more pitiful are disgusting.
└ 3333 Guides are born as Guides, and Espers are born as Espers. You can’t change it unless you’re reborn, so accepting things as they are is better for your mental health.
└ 444 I empathize so much. When I see Guides raging about being wronged, I just shake my head.
Division? What does that mean? Hae-jun was bewildered. What were Esper hate, division, and delusions of persecution?
He pressed the back button and clicked on another post.