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What connects So Beautiful to 5STAR? What's the full story?

What if So Beautiful was the prologue? The lighter flickering. The origin of MITO’s most violent surge. What if the house seen in both MV/s was Chaerin's Avalon? A secret place of healing and nostalgia. What if the beach seen in 5STAR is where it all starts and ends? A shore where nothing was risked yet, and everything was still untainted.

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disclaimer. This is not an RPF. It doesn't speculate about the private lives of DPR IAN or CL.

Polaris started in 2020, inspired by the DPR x CL Cinematic Universe. It's my personal re-imagining and expansion of a story never told in full.

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— read the prologue and chapter 1 on AO3 | learn more on welcome to the archive

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You were halfway through the movie, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

That was the third or fourth time you hung out alone at your place and you just started to think that maybe— just maybe, he simply was a movie enthusiast in search for company, although it was quite unrealistic he thought you had the same sublime taste as him.

Nothing ever happened apart from some very witty comments he left here and there on the composition and colours of the scene. With a slow nod, you pretended to fully understand his argument, but after all, you were the person under the flashing lights, not behind the camera like him.

Christian wasn't the talkative one when you hung out altogether with Dabin and Scott but when it came to his area of expertise it seemed like he could talk for hours without halting, you could literally feel his burning passion through his enthusiasm. You really couldn't help but fall for his charisma.

"So— how was it?".

He turned around to look at you, the credits now rolling on the large screen in front of the couch.

You recomposed yourself, his question was simple, but you just realized that you had spent the last portion of the movie sorting out your feelings for the guy on your couch and his quirky way of expressing outlandish ideas.

Your eyes naturally laid on the clock over his head.

"Gosh—it's so late already", you exclaimed.

"Shit, you're right. I should head home", Christian quickly collected all of his stuff and clumsily put on a pair of Adidas at the entrance of your flat.

"It seems like you're dying to get out of here", you mocked him.

"I should let you rest; I've bothered you enough for today", he chuckled, his dimples making an appearance on his flushed cheeks.

"Well, see you around then", you waved at him right before closing the door.

The night was about to go down just like the ones before that: stuck in an endless loop of maybes and ambiguous looks. No resolution, just a slow tease.

You hated how much it gave you to think. What if he really was a cinephile? Did you really want to know if that feeling went both ways?

The unfamiliar leather jacket still hung on the rack caught your eye. You quickly figured out he forgot to grab it.

You quickly opened the door, perhaps you were still in time to stop the clumsy guy.

"Wait Ian!".

His fluffy locks bounced on the tan skin as he turned around, "Huh? Did I forget something?".

Clueless, Christian hurried back to your doorstep.

"What is it?, he rested his hand at the top of the doorframe and leaned onto you.

"Your jacket", you playfully wiggled it in your hand.

"Shit— that's mine, isn't it?". He uselessly hid his face against his arm in embarrassment.

"It really is", you mocked him.

The two of you looked at each other, incapable of saying the next word.

The uncomfortable silence clearly spoke for itself, heightening the tension forming between the two of you.

"Well, I'll get going".

"Have a good night". He disappeared behind the door again.

Your hand couldn't let go of the handle. You opened the door one more time, suddenly invested by some unknown courage.

"Stay".

You caught the hint of surprise in his eyes, widened by your unexpected request. His brows furrowed slightly as he searched for elucidation.

"I'm tired of hoping you'd stay", you followed up.

He looked straight at you. It seemed like he was aware of how much of a sucker you were for his deep brown eyes.

His gaze slowly shifted on your lips. Now, was he still just a movie enthusiast?

Your lips gently brushed, he smiled softly as you grabbed his arms, leading him inside your flat.

Ian swiftly closed the door behind you two.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for too long", he confessed letting out a chuckle.

Ian's big hands reached your cheek. You were surprised by the softness of his skin. His touch was gentle, just like his demeanour.

"Then do it, dummy".

He didn't even hide the smirk on his lips before kissing you again, this time with more pressure; his intentions clear as day.

Ian perfectly followed your lead, matching your intensity with mastery. Your mind was about to melt, how could a simple kiss make someone feel so elated?

Just how could you rob yourself of his lips for all this time? You felt dumb for missing out on all of those chances.

His thumb caressed your ear as the two of you slowly moved against the blank wall of the hallway.

"I'm sorry miss, I'm afraid I won't let you rest tonight", he whispered into your ear with his raspy voice, drowning you in a shower of unspeakable fantasies.

The goofy guy you had spent so much time with had just pinned you against the wall, his tongue slowly drawing wet circles on your sensitive neck.

Your fingers unknowingly gripped onto his black shirt as your mind slowly melted away only to be interrupted.

"Are you really okay with this?", he carefully distanced himself, making sure you were comfortable again.

"I super-am, dummy".

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!! here another CLxDPRIAN that might interest you ✵ polaris , it’s still on-going. The genre is romance/angst.