Jungkook With A Towel On His Head

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my love in the city of love

Nothing Personal 🔞 | 01

Pairings: Actor!Jeongguk x Actress!Reader Genre: nothing personal universe, enemies to lovers, fake dating Word Count: 6.9k+ words

Summary: The mischievous star and the prim & proper underdog card is a good route. They need someone who isn’t as famous as him – which is you. ( nothing personal series ) / ( masterlist )

Warnings: sexual tension, mentions of getting panic attacks

Chapter 1: The Star & The Underdog

@JJK_97 tweeted: It has come to my attention that my actions caused hurt to the people around me. They are not a reflection of who I really am, but I would like to sincerely apologize. I will be making an effort to straighten out my wrongs and make it up to my fans. Thank you. - JK

“That’s it? You call this an apology?” You purse your lips as you read through his statement one more time, “This could fit in a tweet and the character limit wouldn’t even run out!”

“That’s Jeongguk for you,” your manager, Hoseok, quipped.

“I don’t get why he still has fans for being an open asshole, though?” You put your phone away, placing it gently on the table.

“The universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart,” Hoseok chuckled. “But benefit of the doubt for the guy, he never enjoyed his childhood so that could be why.”

You groaned, “This is why casting children should be banned.”

“As a dad myself, I agree,” his brows knitted together as he read through a message on his phone. “But as a talent agent, it is asked of me to disagree,” you chuckled at his response. 

As luck would have it, you and Hoseok found each other at the right time, and place in your lives. He just started his own independent talent agency when he stumbled upon one of your works for a highly regarded indie film director. One look at you, and he knew you had that grit he was looking for in an artist he wanted to sign.

You were just humbly living your life, agreeing to act in theater plays and small movies if you’re lucky. It’s wonderful that your parents were very supportive of whatever you chose to do in your life, and you were immensely grateful for that. Acting, for you, is a great creative outlet to extend another side of you. It never felt like a job, but more like living in the shoes of characters whose lives are far more interesting than yours. 

Initially, you were keen on production as a career. Though you were made for the stages and limelight, you preferred working behind the cameras. You found it interesting how a screenplay writer’s ideas come to life, and how the viewers' eyes glimmered whenever a movie’s climax was slowly building up. And so, you dreamt of being a writer. 

After you had just graduated college, you won an award at Busan Film Festival as best supporting actress – where Hoseok found you. You clearly remember how he was wearing a crisp, clean suit and how warmly he approached you. It was as if the theater girl from high school had turned into a rising actress in just a blink of an eye. Hoseok was able to book you in countless independent films that he thought you would do very well and that you delivered.

There was never a conflict between you and your manager. However, he wasn’t fond of you giving a huge part of your income to charity – mainly dogs and cats that needed help. In your defense, animals are far better than humans; animals loved you unconditionally and never obliged you to give them something in return. Whereas with people, they use you to their own advantage and schemes.

Not everyone gets lucky with their managers or agency, but you hit the lottery when you met Hoseok. He was a boss, a father figure, and a friend rolled into one. Not a lot of people genuinely rooted for you, but he always did and made sure that the roles you landed will bring out nothing but the best of you and your potential.

“Excuse me, Y/N, but I really have to take this call,” he looked at you with a pout, disheartened that he had to take a work-related call on lunch out with you.

You nodded your head, “It’s okay, it could be very important.”

Eagerly looking for a quiet spot, Hoseok’s pace quickened as he stared at his blinking phone. He knows something was about to come up whenever this man called him and asked for a so-called favor. But like always, he still had to pick up his longtime friend’s ‘emergency.’

Drawing a deep sigh, he finally accepts the call, “What is it this time, Yoongi?”

Yoongi chuckled on the other line, “Such a good friend. How’d you know I needed help?”

“I didn’t spend half of my adult life with you for nothing,” Hoseok’s nose scrunched as he grinned. “Well? What is it this time?”

“We’ve been doing some research lately, and fortunately, we found a good match for Jeongguk,” Hoseok’s smile faltered.

“What do my talents have to do with your guy?” Hoseok’s heart paced erratically against his chest, knowing where this conversation was headed.

“Shin Y/N. She’s with you, right?” His heart paced erratically at the mention of your name. More so, the idea of you and Jeongguk potentially working together.

“Yoongi, if this is one of those dating stints, I’m not letting Y/N go through this.” Yoongi sighed, knowing how Hoseok is very protective of all his artists’ welfare. Unlike him, he was more money-logical and business-minded. Whereas, Hoseok always made sure his talents were comfortable with the projects before proceeding.

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before, Hoseok.” Hoseok’s lip tightened into a thin line. 

“You know what happened last time. Song Hye Kyo is miserable because of us,” In his office, Yoongi was massaging his temples, knowing that it would be a long bargain with Hoseok just for him to agree on working with you. “I can’t bear to put Y/N through the same hell.”

“But that’s none of our faults. Joong Ki and Hye Kyo were only people who fell in love at the most absurd timing that they forgot they were doing a part of their job.” That made perfect sense, however, Hoseok still wasn’t buying it, “You can look at the cons all you want, but if you could just look at the good side in this, this might potentially be Y/N’s biggest break.”

“And how is fake dating your problematic boy a big break?” Hoseok lifted a brow.

“Everyone loves a good real-life romance. You know, the bad boy and good girl trope? They eat that shit up like crazy,” On the other line, he could sense that Yoongi was grinning, “If you think about it carefully, it could open even more doors for Y/N, especially when we’re planning on having her in one of his biggest movies to date…after your approval, of course.”

Hoseok shut his eyes tightly, replaying the last words he had told you: ‘As a dad myself, I agree. But as a talent agent, it is asked of me to disagree.’ He felt like a hypocrite right now. “Fine, you got yourself a deal. But if anything unexpected happens to Y/N, this is over.”

“Good business with you, my friend.” Yoongi smiled as he ended the phone call.

Your manager sure doesn’t know how he’ll face you when he gets back.

While stirring your hot chocolate, you lifted your head when the cafe’s bell rang open, revealing an unhappy Hoseok who was making his way back to your table. You watched him lazily pull out his chair and drop his weight with a sad sigh.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Jung?” you worriedly asked.

“Y/N, I need you to take it back,” he looked at you, almost pleading, but you didn’t understand what or why.

“Take back what?” you quirked a brow.

“What you said about Jeongguk being an asshole,” he sounded as if he was pleading this time.

“But he is?” Your snort made your manager’s frown deepen. 

Hoseok shook his head, looking around the place if anyone had heard you say anything negative about Jeongguk, “You don’t understand. You can’t just casually say things like that anymore.”

Your brows furrowed at his demeanor, “And why is that? It’s not like we're an on-screen couple or anything.” The panic-stricken look on Hoseok’s face rang all the alarms in your head, “Sir…you didn’t? Did you? Oh my god!”

Hoseok sighed defeatedly, feeling so apologetic for the footing he had put you on, “I’m really sorry, Y/N. But it’s such a good next step in your career, and I don’t want you wasting your full potential on small screens. You know how I plan to bring you to bigger ones, right?”

“I– yes, but…Why me? Why not So-hee? She can body the role better than I ever will,” you chewed on your bottom lip.

“So-hee has a boyfriend, you don’t,” he says as a matter of fact, hoping you’d get the hint.

Your eyes squinted at his reply, “What does being single have to do with me being an on-screen partner to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?” 

“Your role is to be his fake girlfriend.” Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose, resting his back on the chair restlessly, “Tentatively.” Your jaw falls open.

Your orbs widened in disbelief, “I thought we were on the same page!” Frustratedly, you ran your fingers through your locks, “Why didn’t you tell me it was that kind of role!?”

“They were looking for someone who is his total opposite. It just so happened you made it to the equation. And I know how well you work on every opportunity we give,” Hoseok apologetically looked at you. “Besides, this is the biggest project in your career ever, and potentially, your one of many,” you sulked in your seat, still trying to wrap your head around everything your manager had just said. “Y/N, I know this is ridiculous, but it’s not a bad idea – the mischievous star and the prim & proper underdog card is a good route. They need someone who isn’t as famous as him, which is you,” your manager winced when you gasped audibly.

You dramatically held a hand to your head, and acted as if you were fainting, “U-underdog? N-not as f-famous as him?”

Hoseok chuckled at your Broadway-Esque acting, “Sorry, business terms if you would put it.”

Sighing deeply, you doubtfully looked at him through your lashes, “It’s just acting…right?”

He nodded, “Purely for PR. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Knowing that there wasn’t any way out of this, you let out a defeated sigh, “Fine, but please, I’m begging you, I don’t want the police coming after me.”

Hoseok covered his mouth as he suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they don’t.”

You, Hoseok, and Namjoon sat in awkward silence at the MYG Artists conference room. The day of your contract signing had finally come, and to say that you weren’t nervous was an understatement. You glanced at your manager and Jungkook’s manager, seeing that they were also as equally as nervous as you were, so that gave you some sort of relief. At least you’re not the only one.

After an hour of waiting, the three of you finally heard someone humming a melody. You lifted your head at the glass panes to look for where the beautiful sound was coming from, but much to your disappointment, it was Jeongguk who did it. 

“Great, he’s finally here,” Namjoon grunted under his breath.

Jeongguk halts his steps, squinting his eyes at the three of you before he enters the room. He eyed the three of you suspiciously, then made his way to sit beside Namjoon with so much hesitation.

His wide doe eyes scanned the room, “I don’t feel so good about this.” 

Namjoon politely pointed his palms at Hoseok, “Jeongguk, this is Mr. Jung Hoseok of Hope World Entertainment,” then he pointed toward you afterward, “And this is Shin Y/N, your on-screen partner in the movie and your new girlfriend,” he says casually.

Jeongguk blinked a few times, trying to process everything, “Nice joke, I give it a 5 out of 10 for effort.” The three of you watched Jeongguk laugh until it finally died down when he figured his agent was serious, “Deadass?”

When Namjoon nodded, he frustratedly slammed his hand on the table, “No fucking way, hyung.”

“It’s still happening,” Namjoon says flatly.

Jeongguk shook his head, “No, it’s not. Nobody can control me or how I live my life, and most certainly, not with who I want to be with.”

Namjoon’s brows shot up, feeling somehow embarrassed that you and Hoseok had to experience his attitude first-hand, “Why? Are you seeing someone that we don’t know of?”

Jeongguk froze in his spot, slowly shaking his head, ”I–...No”

Namjoon clapped, “Then it’s settled.” 

Jeongguk looked at you with piercing eyes and thought, ‘Annoying.’ When you uncomfortably shifted in your seat, he wondered if he had said his thoughts too loud that it made its way to get through you. 

“She’s a good actress.” Namjoon’s words were a blur in Jeongguk’s scrambled brain. As he studied your features, he noted how your hands were petite compared to his strong, large ones.  

“She also starred in a film festival entry called ‘Above and Beyond.’” Still, he treated you with subtle interest. He had starred in numerous blockbuster films and, a small film entry doesn’t guarantee a lot of money if he were being honest.

Jeongguk cleared his throat, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he stared at you, “So, she’s nothing but a convenience is what you’re trying to say?”

Namjoon and Hoseok’s gazes flickered at his choice of words. Unlike Namjoon, this was Hoseok’s first time experiencing a bad jab from his tactless mouth. Your manager anxiously glanced over at you to see your reaction, much to his surprise, you didn’t take any offense to what Jeongguk had said about you.

You sarcastically smiled at him, trying to stifle your giggles in, “I’m sorry, but if anything, it’s you who is of convenience for me.”

Hoseok and Namjoon looked at each other and snorted at your retort. Namjoon felt proud that you handled his talent’s ill-manners better than expected. On the other hand, Jeongguk was taken aback by your response, jaws clenching with narrowed eyes.

“Is that why you agreed to this–what’s your name again?” Jeongguk says lowly.

“It’s Y/N, pleasure to meet you, too.” He doesn’t respond to the smile or the sarcasm you gave him. “It’s more like we don’t have a choice, but you get the idea,” you shrugged.

He finally smiled at you – one that is grim and seething with pent-up anger, “So, you’re completely fine with people dictating you on what to do in your life?”

You confidently shook your head, “Not really, but that’s what working in this line of work entailed.”

His smile faltered to a frown, throwing his hands frustratedly in the air, “Fucking unbelievable. So you wanna be a puppet huh? Let the system get through you, is that it?”

Knowing how Jeongguk could be in a fit of tantrums, Namjoon quickly steps in to calm him down, “Listen, it’s not real. It’s fake. She’s a fake girlfriend, and you’re in a fake relationship with her. It’s not that deep, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk eyes him from head to toe, “I don’t need a fake relationship, and I definitely don’t need her.”

“Are you kidding me? Really?” Namjoon scoffed at him, “You’re career’s going south, the public doesn’t like your attitude, and the only way to save what's left of your career is by being in a relationship with someone who seemed to have ‘changed’ you.” Jeongguk only rolled his eyes at him, but Namjoon wasn’t done getting his point across his thick skull, “The agency will drop you if you don’t get your act right.”

Lifting a brow, Jeongguk wasn’t fazed by the threat, “They can’t let me go when I bring in the most money in this company from the god-forsaken industry.”

Namjoon’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as his patience was running thin, “What makes you think you’re the only marketable artist here? We have Kim Taehyung and Park Seo-Joon in our roster alongside you. Not to mention, Taehyung’s coming after all the projects the other directors have dropped you. Need I say more?” Jeongguk remained silent, sulking somberly in his seat as he eyed his manager with so much irritation. When Namjoon thought that Jeongguk had no longer anything to say, he fakely smiled at him, “Good.”

On the other side of the table, you leaned on your side and whispered at Hoseok, “Is this what I have to deal with?”

He hesitantly looked at you and whispered back, “I’ll go to a prayer temple for you.”

‘That didn’t make me feel any better.’ Your brows scrunched in the feeling of doom that sat in the pits of your stomach.

Thankfully, Jeongguk’s violent reactions had stopped briefly. All you could do was sigh as you watched Namjoon pull out what seemed to be the non-disclosure agreement both you and Jeongguk had to sign. 

“Mr. Jung, Ms. Shin,” Namjoon deadpanned at the guy beside him, “Jeongguk. We all need to sign this NDA. As for the two of you, I hired a publicist just so we don’t waste any effort here.”

“And by publicist, you mean Park Jimin?” Jeongguk lifted a brow, but quickly turned to a knitted one when his manager nodded, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

Glancing sideways at your manager, he instantly gets it and mouths ‘His half brother,’ then pointed his pursed lips right at the man child who’s still giving his violent reactions. 

Namjoon didn’t pay much mind to his reaction anymore, knowing it’ll drag the meeting further, “Anyway, this contract states that you and Y/N will have to be together for the entirety of the film, and extend another month after the production to promo, and screening has wrapped up.”

‘I can’t believe I agreed to this,’ you pondered carefully at the estimate Namjoon had given, “So, that’s it, right? We’re done for good after that?”

Namjoon handed out their copies one by one, still not paying attention to Jeongguk’s glares, and smiled at you when he handed you your copy of the contract, “Yes, Ms. Shin. A year in hell with him, and a lifetime in heaven for you.” 

The three of you simultaneously signed the contract except for Jeongguk. Feeling as though he didn’t have any choices left like always, he finally picked up his pen and signed his contract, “Just putting it out there that I’m signing this piece of trash on my own will.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Namjoon chuckled. He glanced over you, your agent, and Jeongguk to see if you had finished signing through all the pages. When it looked like the three of you had done so, he nonchalantly said without meeting any gazes, “Now that you’ve signed, both of you are expected to act like a couple starting today.”

Both of you had a wide-eyed shock on your faces – your lips parted in retaliation, while Jeongguk’s forehead creased further, “What!?” You and Jeongguk said in unison.

You tapped your fingernails on the table, and waited for Hoseok’s response, to which he only looked at you regretfully, seeming to have missed telling this key point with you, “Their agency called for a paparazzi to wait outside the building.”

“Mr. Jung, this is – I don’t know – crazy!” He could only give you a sigh.

“I know, but I need you to wing it, and make sure they get pictures of you and Jeongguk walking together on your way out,” you looked at Namjoon, who only vouched for Hoseok, “You’re both actors. Surely, it wouldn’t be that hard to pretend.”

Your eyes moved to Jeongguk, who was cockily smirking, “See? You should’ve listened to me instead of letting them meddle with your life.”

As soon as they left the conference room with a heavy heart, there was an overwhelming feeling of vexation and awkwardness between you and Jeongguk. You were always a people person, so getting along with strangers wasn’t much of your problem. However, Jeongguk was a different kind of headache personified. If intrusive thoughts can be manifested in reality, that would be him. 

You felt your heart pound against your chest as both of you neared the exit. You didn’t know how to act around him, much less, approach him when he loathed you with a burning passion. When Jeongguk stops walking, you quickly halt as well.

“Okay, girlfriend. I need you to hold my hand when we walk out,” he sarcastically emphasized the word girlfriend, then extended his hands for you to hold.

Your eyes twitched in annoyance, so you plastered a forced smile as you intertwined your fingers with his in a death grip, making him wince, “Sure thing, boyfriend.”

The next thing you both know, flashes of cameras blinded both of you, and a loud gasp from the paparazzi filled both of your ears as you made your way to his car. Jeongguk was used to all the attention and people squeezing their way with him. 

However, that wasn’t the case for you. The attention was too much for you to handle, more so, the tension during the signing earlier. Your legs suddenly felt like jelly, and your breathing felt like it had stopped for quite some time. Your clammy hands held Jeongguk tighter, making his groan at the crushing clutch, ‘God damn, how can a small girl be this strong?’ 

When Jeongguk looked over at you with so much displeasure, his brows shot up when he saw how pale you look. It was probably out of instinct that he quickly wrapped an arm around you, while his other hand covered your face. Not having his hand to hold, you gripped his jacket tightly with your eyes closed, hoping that your feet could keep up without tripping.

He haphazardly shoved the cameras away, sure that he had broken one or two when he heard a loud crash of metal and plastic hitting the ground. ‘Fuck my life, Jimin can work on that,’ was all he thought as he pushed both of you past the crowd as you rushed to get inside his car as quickly as possible.

Once you had finally got inside his Benz, you quickly tried to catch your breathing, mentally counting to ten with deep, slow breaths. Jeongguk panicked and looked around his car if he had anything sweet to give you, but he groaned when couldn’t find anything. The way you reacted was exactly how he did when he was first starting out. So, he will never forget the day his first manager gave him a can of soda to help him calm down.

He watched you gather yourself together, still shaking from what had happened. His soft gaze dropped to your trembling hands that you fidgeted, making him frown. You tried to pull a smile as you moved the stray hairs away from your face, and looked up at him.

“How did I do?” You tilted your head to the side with lips parted, waiting for him to praise your acting skill.

He looks at you quizzically at the sudden shift in your mood, “How did you– what?”

Jeongguk’s brows furrowed. He was almost certain you had a panic attack a minute ago, but now you weren’t anymore. Maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe you were a good actress, and you were the perfect candidate for whatever plan the agency had for him.

“Did I make a good timid girlfriend?” You asked with batted eyelashes.

“I–how–you–what the fuck…is wrong with you?” He ran a hand through his soft hair as he mumbled, “I can’t believe you did all of that for a show,” he bitterly chuckled at himself that he was worried over you for nothing.

A smirk grazed Jeongguk's lips as he leaned back to his car seat as he watched you put the seatbelt on. How can someone have social anxiety yet still work as an actress? The way you’re weirdly complex baffles him but one thing’s for sure – you certainly had piqued his interest. 

Both of your agents made sure to have each other’s numbers saved. It’s best to build a bond and communicate with each other better, in hopes of making everything as real as possible. All Namjoon had to remind – well, practically beg – for him is to not give you a headache. Jeongguk couldn’t promise but did say he would try.

Jeongguk: Baby [2:00 PM]

Y/N: New fone hu dis? [2:00 PM]

Jeongguk: Never knew you typed like that [2:00 PM]

Jeongguk: It’s me, your boyfriend. Kinda hurts that you haven’t saved my number yet. [2:01 PM]

Y/N: What boyfriend? [2:01 PM]

Y/N: Jeongguk? [2:01 PM]

Jeongguk: The one and only [2:02 PM]

Y/N: lol [2:02 PM]

“Namjoon hyung is stupid,” he muttered under his breath, “What am I supposed to reply to ‘lol’?”

He typed ‘Do you have any allergies?’ only to backspace it. He tried to type and send ‘What do you like doing in your free time?’ but when he thought about it carefully, he knew he didn't have anything to answer if you ever asked the question back, so he digressed. Sighing defeatedly, he lazily typed in ‘I can’t carry this fucking conversation,’ but much to his horror, he accidentally hit the send button.

“Oh god, oh fucking no–please, unsend yourself,” his panic only grew when your text bubble indicated that you were typing. 

Jeongguk: I can’t carry this fucking conversation [2:03 PM]

Y/N: That’s okay, I already expected that. [2:03 PM]

Y/N: Mr. Jung says we should go out on a dinner “date” tonight [2:03 PM]

Jeongguk: Jung or you? I doubt he said that [2:04 PM]

Y/N: I can send you a screen recording if you want [2:04 PM]

Jeongguk: A screenshot is fine [2:04 PM]

Y/N: I don’t want you to think I photoshopped it or something [2:04 PM]

Usually, he could carry on conversations and fare well in small talk, however, you were making it difficult for him. If he gave you the slightest bit of interest, you gave him none at all. Jeongguk found it hard that someone wasn’t too keen on talking to him, much less being associated with him. He understood how his reputation could have affected this, but still, he did what was asked of him.

Jeongguk tried to think of something smart to say but his train of thought got cut when Namjoon’s message popped up on his screen: We booked a dinner for you and Y/N a dinner at The Penthouse tonight. Please, wear something decent.

He chuckled as he typed in his reply to your last message.

Jeongguk: Nah, it’s good. I believe you.[2:04 PM]

Jeongguk: Need me to fetch you? [2:05 PM]

Y/N: No thanks. I can manage. [2:05 PM]

Jeongguk: Whatever you say, princess [2:05 PM]

You weren’t able to read or respond to him anymore as you were busy rummaging through your closet to look for a nice dress you could wear for dinner. There were four dresses laid out in your bed, being your top picks, but you couldn’t choose which one was better. The only person who could help you sort it out was your best friend Sora.

You picked up your phone from the bed to go on facetime when you finally read the message preview from Jeongguk’s response, “Oh, he texted back.” You swiped upwards, “Anyway…” you mumbled as you tapped on Sora’s facetime id. 

Sora’s phone rang a few times before she had finally picked the call up, “What do you want!”

You scrunch your nose at her loud voice, “Hi, I missed you, too.”

Sora playfully rolled her eyes at you, zooming her camera in to whisper, “Bitch, I’m about to get railed, and you’re cockblocking me like this? I deserve a better friend.”

“I’ll be quick! I just need you to help me choose which dress I should go with,” you chuckled.

“A dress? Is this a date?” You hummed, “It depends if the guy you’re seeing is hot.”

“It’s Jeongguk,” you sighed, but Sora’s eyes grew wide as she held a hand to her mouth to stifle her screeching.

“No fucking way, Y/N! Are you serious? You’re going on a date with THE Jeon Jeongguk?” You nodded your head. If anything, you should’ve known better than to call his biggest fangirl, but Sora was the only person who knew how to style you even if she had moved countries a few years ago, “Let me see what you have!”

You pan the back camera to the dresses on your bed, you heard her groan, “You’re not wearing any of those”

Your brows furrowed as you switched the camera back to the front cam, “What do you mean?”

“Listen to me, girlie. If you’re going out on a date with the nation’s favorite IT boy, you have to wear something…something silky. Something that dips your chest seductively, but not too daring. Do you get what I’m saying?”

You slowly shook your head, “...No, I don’t”

Sora groaned, “Remember the high-slit black dress I gave you on your birthday that you never wore?”

“Yeah, and what about it?” You asked while chewing on the inside of your cheek, while trying to figure out what was wrong with the dresses that you initially picked, “Hold on, let me go find it.”

Sora tapped her foot and raised her hand to the girl she was talking to, mouthing a ‘Wait’ and ‘Emergency’ at them as she waited for you to find the dress and fit it, “Y/N, you’re taking forever over there.”

“Wait! I’m just zipping it up…There!” You quickly grabbed your phone and propped it on top of your stacked books, distancing yourself away so that Sora could see a proper 360 around your frame.

“It’s perfect! That’s what you’re wearing tonight!”

“Don’t you think it’s too…much?” You eyed the slit with so much concern, “What if something goes wrong and I expose myself, oh god.” Sora paused to look at you intently.

“Y/N, have you been getting panic attacks lately?” Sora calmly asked.

The last time you had one was a few weeks ago at the contract signing. Jeongguk bought your alibi but sadly, you weren’t acting. You were nauseatingly overwhelmed with everything that day. 

You were only used to seeing a small crowd of people around you, and only a few people who recognized you on the streets. The amount of paparazzi that cramped up your personal space was foreign to you. There was no way you’d let your guard down in front of Jeon Jeongguk when he could possibly use it against you. 

“I–uh…yeah, and it was with Jeongguk, too,” you covered your face with your hands, plopping down to your bed with embarrassment. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Things like this happen to a lot of stars, too, you know?” You giggled as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about that, alright? You don’t have to act in real life, Y/N.”

You nodded your head, “Thank you, Sora. Wish you were here, though”

“I wish I was, too, but I’m about to have my pussy fingered by some hot chick right now,” Sora nodded at the person behind her phone, “Okay, love you. Gotta go!”

“Have fun,” you chuckled.

“If you guys fuck, let me know–”

“Love you too!” You ended the call. 

Jeongguk sat on your reserved table with a very bored look on his face. His legs were casually spread apart as he tapped his rings on the table, earning him looks from the other diners. When he nonchalantly looked at his watch, he noted that you were 5 minutes late. All he wanted to do right now instead of waiting was to head to the nearest bar and crash at whoever's home. 

Another minute has passed, and you finally entered the rooftop restaurant, wearing the elegant straight cut, high slit dress Sora had picked out for you. Jeongguk’s gaze went all over every curve of your body, making him smirk proudly that he stopped the urge from bailing out on you without notice. 

Your eyes scanned the vicinity, looking for the nearest exit. Unfortunately, there was only one entrance and exit to this restaurant, so you pushed away your plans of leaving him at the table alone. Squinting your eyes further, you finally spot Jeongguk, who was giving you an almost innocent yet sarcastic smile as he waited for you to come and sit down with him.

When you sat down, you didn’t even compliment him on how good he looked. Instead, your eyes wandered at how beautiful the place was, ‘I knew Mr. Jung could afford this for himself, but wow, this feels surreal.’

There was an awkward barrier between the both of you. None of you dared to start a conversation. Instead, you kept yourselves preoccupied with the menu in your hands. The silence was making the tension even more palpable, and the only thing that made the dinner tolerable was the music that played.

Jeongguk cleared his throat to catch your attention, which he successfully did. As soon as you turned your head to look at him, you hitched a breath at how well he cleaned himself up. His hair was nicely trimmed and styled, he kept the piercings, but surprisingly, he still looked put together in a fancy place like this. 

His jawline was chiseled, and it didn’t help that his gaze was piercing, yet ironically, also soft. You have to give it to him, the man sure knows how to capture the female gaze, that’s for sure. 

“You look stunning,” his eyes hooded. 

“I know that, Mr. Jeon,” his gaze flickered when you faked a smile. 

This doesn’t seem to be the reply Jeongguk was expecting to hear. He was expecting something along the lines of ‘Not too bad yourself, Jeongguk’ or anything close to that. But you didn’t.

Thank god the waiter came right on time to get their orders. Of course, Jeongguk knew the tab wasn’t charged on him tonight, so he ordered a Brewer-Clifton Pinot Noir in hopes that he lived up to Namjoon’s expectations about the dinner.

“Should we start getting to know each other?” His surprise quickly melted into a grin as he nodded.

“Fine by me. It should look like a real date, after all,” he paused briefly to take a sip of his wine, “Ask me anything.”

“Anything?” He nodded. “Alright then, are you nervous?” Jeongguk’s jaws clenched tightly as he narrowed his gaze on you.

You sensed his suppressed anger and quickly resorted to the way his manager calmed him down the last time. 

Without lifting your head, you cut through your steak and say, “You can’t throw a fit here, you’ll blow our cover-up”

He inhaled sharply with eyes tight shut and forced himself to smile broadly, “Of course, I am, my love. I mean, who wouldn’t be at a loss of words when someone as beautiful as you walk in a place like this.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. It means a lot hearing your compliments amidst your eye twitches,” you giggled. “Hope you liked the dress. I specifically saved it for this occasion… For you.” 

For a moment, Jeongguk was flustered, but his gaze traveled to your semi-low cut neckline, then back to your face that is now contorted in a scowl. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he rested his back on his seat, knowing that you were playing your cards right against him. While you flirted harmlessly, it was very unfortunate of you that you played with fire with the biggest flirt ever born in the country.

“I know what you’re doing,” you indignantly say with narrowed eyes. 

“Oh, you do?” He softly asked.

“Definitely but–” your fingers gracefully picked up the wine flute, bringing it to your lips without breaking eye contact, “I would never dream of falling into bed with you.”

Still leaning back to his seat, he looked at you satisfyingly, “Why so?”

Cutting through your steak thinly, you glanced at him and smiled when you caught him watching you, “I don’t sleep around with the community dick, neither do I want any legal offenses under my name.” You cut another slice and lifted your fork to offer a piece of steak to him, “Try it, it’s good.”

“Straightforward, just the way I like it,” he smoothly takes the steak to his mouth, slowly pulling away for you to watch how his mouth wrapped around the utensil’s tips, making you gulp in your seat.

When he pulled back, he straightened his posture consciously, “I heard you were casted to a new project.”

You gently clapped your hands, “Oh wow, look at you, holding a proper conversation like an adult.” Jungkook stares you down with a frown, “I did. It’s about young adults trying to navigate their way through life.”

He lifted a brow, “Seems like you like working on coming-of-age genres.” You nodded, “Cool, but our media’s too conservative for tropes like that.”

You tilted your head to the side as you thought about it, “Anything that can bring awareness or cultivate minds, I take them. How about you?” 

This was one of the questions Jeongguk wanted to avoid – anything that had to do with him. All he knows is to fill in his roles and give them justice.

“Nothing in particular, but I haven’t done an action film yet. So maybe that,” you amusingly looked at him and nodded your head.

“I haven’t seen you do one yet. I’m sure you can pull it off well like you always do,” Jeongguk froze in his chair, still trying to process the kind words that you have said. 

All he ever heard after getting the role or finishing a movie were 'How do you top the last movie with the next one?' or which of his movies grossed the highest. Not once did anyone close to him acknowledge his hard work nor did they praise him. Maybe it was because he was cocky, and it might get to his head. Regardless, he appreciated your comment nonetheless.

“I also think you can do a coming-of-age,” you tried to stifle your laughter. “...Since it looks like you haven’t come of age yet,” when you glanced to see his reaction, you couldn’t help but giggle at your own pun. 

Jeongguk pinched the bridge of his nose as he continued to listen to your fit of soft laughter, “Just when I thought we were going so good.”

You leaned in forward and lowly said, sounding as innocent as you can, “Aren’t we?”

He crossed his arms, leaning forward as well, “I don’t know, baby. You tell me.” Glancing at his watch again, his lips pulled in a dark smirk when the dinner was about to end in 2 minutes, “Mind cutting this short and heading on over to my car?”

The knots in your stomach tightened, having found a new sense of excitement in riling him up. The next thing you know, you find yourself standing up from the table and Jeongguk’s hand comfortably resting on the small of your back as he guides you out of the restaurant.

The elevator ride consisted of your thighs clamping together as you tried to stand upright, while his hot breath fanned the back of your neck as he held you in place with both hands resting on your waist. 

You knew establishments like this always had a camera hidden somewhere, when you finally spotted it, you gave a quick wink and leaned your body against Jeongguk’s chest. You pulled his hands, almost like an embracing, and rested your arms on top of it. As you tilted your head to the side, he placed his chin on your shoulders comfortably. 

“This dress is quite the distraction if I do say so myself,” he huskily says as he breathes your scent in, tracing your bare shoulders with a finger.

“I don’t see how that’s a problem when you’re taking it off anyway,” you playfully smirked.

He moved his head to your hair, chuckling against it as he left soft kisses, “Where were you all this time?”

“Hiding from you, I suppose,” you stifle a giggle when you hear him sigh heavily at your retort.

As soon as the elevator doors open, Jeongguk clasps your hand with his, almost dragging you to the parking lot. Your legs tried to keep up with his strides, but thankfully, he quickly stopped by his car. How very fortunate of you that you were parked beside him. 

He lets go of your hand to scan his pockets for his car keys. Suddenly, his attention was caught at the sound of the car beside him unlocked.

“See you around?” You playfully beamed at him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “I thought–”

“Thanks for walking me to the car park, Jeongguk,” your tongue caressed his name ever so lovingly yet so seductively. 

He stood frozen beside his car, watching your car drive off into the dark parking lot with a pleased smile on your face. You were a force to be reckoned with, and oddly enough, he never expected you to be full of surprises. 

Jeongguk had never met anyone who is as sure of themselves, a lot of things among others, as you.

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