◦•●◉✿ Chapter - 8 ✿◉●•◦

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Taehyung in this chapter (add glasses lol)

Taehyung opened his eyes as the lukewarm sunbeam kissed his skin. The sun always finds a way to announce the morning. He smiled thinking of the last night, untangled himself from the warm blanket and stretched his sleepy muscles to get himself prepared for the marathon of that day. 

He checked the time before entering the main gate of his boss's house. The garden inside looked much more pretty in the daylight. A gardener was there taking care of the flower plants, as well as a maiden in her mid forties welcomed him inside the house. The empty house from the night had become so much alive in the morning. 

He scanned the surroundings. The hallroom was large, impressive with the finest decor he had ever seen. The heavy drapes matched the stark black leather couch and thd plush carpet. He could also see the white marble finished staircase from the Hall, it was completing the royal look. 

"You're two minutes late." 

Jungkook in this chapter

Taehyung scooted his eyes to the voice, it was none other than 'HIM'. He was sitting on a single couch, dressed up in his killer all black attire, eyes on a newspaper. The sunlight poured from the largest glass window from his back was suffocating bright but it highlighted the dark colour of his hair.

"But my watch is showing 9.30. I'm on time today." Taehyung replied, rechecking his wristwatch. 

"Oh really! Then why is it 9.32 in my watch?" Jungkook lowered the newspaper and his steady gaze met him. 

"Maybe because yours is more expensive." He shrugged, pulling his lips out.

Jungkook's dark eyes steeled, it was the lamest excuse he had ever heard. "If you're done babbling, then can we go now?" He didn't wait for the reply and moved. 

"Today you've got two important appointments and the shooting is at 11.30." Taehyung said, eyes on the laptop on his lap. He was sitting on the passenger seat while Jungkook was behind the steering wheel. 

After his parents death, Jungkook didn't hire any drivers for himself. He felt more comfortable driving his matt-black Mercedes Benz, he just didn't want to blame anyone if anything serious happened. "Did you call Mr Min Yoongi yesterday?"

"Yes. He said that he will be there in time." Replied Taehyung. 

"What about the director, Mr Hoon?" Jungkook's eyes were mostly on the road. His secretary nodded with a 'yes'. 

Jungkook pulled the emergency break as a street cat passed in front of them. It was so sudden that Taehyung got startled and an inarticulate 'f*ck" Left from his mouth. Jungkook laughed sarcastically. 

"What are you laughing at?" Taehyung frowned. Reading his boss's mind was next to impossible for him. 

"Because your third life is gone." Jungkook laughed some more as he accelerated. 

"What? Noo! I didn't say it loudly." Taehyung protested. The look on his face seemed distant. 

"But I heard you." He rhymed. 

Taehyung sighed, got angry a bit. "I must say, your driving is awful. You're the worst driver to be practical."

The car stopped before the red signal and Jungkook turned his gaze towards him, "Hey, you can't talk with me like this. You know you have only two lives left. I can take them right now, if I want."

"Fine then, take it, kill me now. I will be smirking from heaven, seeing you in jail. The infamous businessman Jeon Jungkook will be doing meetings with the other convicts behind the bars; that would be a scene. Hahaha!" He made a comical face but his words were serious. 

Laughter came easier than Jungkook expected. He was supposed to get angry with his secretary's misbehavior, instead of laughing. It was quite surprising. "You don't know how to shut your mouth. Don't you?" 

Taehyung snorted, "I'm born with this talent."

"Aish! You're so straight forward, it is annoying." Jungkook stepped on the accelerator and became all serious. As soon as the traffic turned green, he drove fast.




Taehyung found Namjoon in the shooting room, He was talking with the director Mr Hoon. He seemed tense while the director was continually speaking aloud. Taehyung approached them, "Namjoon sir, what's the matter? Is everything alright?" 

The popular ad film director Mr Hoon replied instead, "Can't you see, I'm going nuts over here? The shooting is going to start within half an hour but the model Namjoon talked about didn't even show up yet."  

"Don't worry Mr Hoon, I talked with him yesterday. He'll be here soon." Namjoon tried to console him but the director didn't buy it. 

"Soon? How soon? Min Yoongi is going to be here any minute, now what am I supposed to tell him? I should talk with Jungkook instead of talking with his assistant." He growled. 

Namjoon helplessly looked at Taehyung. "Taehyung, the model who was supposed to act with Mr Min, isn't picking up my phone. Can you please go to Gangnam pov. and bring him with you?" 

"But sir, Gangnam is far from here. It will take more than an hour."

"Exactly. Cancel him. Arrange a new model." The director spoke with annoyance.

Taehyung bit his lips out of nervousness and then something else clicked. "Sir, I know a man who can act."

The director turned 0 degrees towards him. "You know a man? Is he an actor? Or model? Sorry sweetie but I can't work with a random guy." 

Taehyung gaped his mouth to say 'no', but seeing Namjoon's hopeful eyes on him, he lied, "Yes, he is a very good model. Not very popular, but he can act." 

"Ah, that will do. Call him right now. Tell him to come here before twelve." The middle aged director smiled and left to check the light settings. 

"Thanks Taehyung, ah but make sure that he comes, ok?" Said Namjoon by putting a hand over Taehyung's shoulder and patted lightly. Taehyung just sheepishly grind. 

He took a long breath, bucket up some courage and dialed a number. His heart beat took pace at every ring. "Hey are you busy?"

"Not really, just going to take a bath. You know it is my private time with my Miniee Yoongi." The man on the other side replied. Taehyung could guess that he winked as well. 

"Jimin, listen, you've to come here into my office right now. An urgent matter came up." Taehyung tried to cool down, came in the corner where nobody could hear him. 

"But why? I'm not going before my bath." 

"F*ck your bath. You can jerk off later but you can never get this once-in-a-lifetime offer to act with Min Yoongi." Taehyung immediately put the phone away from him when Jimin started screaming. His ears weren't strong enough to stand against Jimin's high pitched voice. 

"What! Acting with Min Yoongi? Tell me this is not a dream. Pinch me Tae."

"I'll pinch you later, just get your ass here right now." 

"Oh boy, I'm coming. But what do I have to do?"

"You just have to act." 

"Oh, that's easy."

Taehyung made a quick scan of the surroundings. Then whispered, "No. The director here wants an experienced model, not just a nobody."

"Why do people demand experience before giving them opportunity?" Jimin grunted. 

Taehyung sighed. "That's why your acting will start from the very minute you step inside the office. Remember that you're an established model."

"How do I do this, without arousing suspension or getting my ass kicked?" He gulped. 

Taehyung took some time to reply, "Just wear your best shirt and show some attitudes."

"Ok I get it. I'll be there in twenty, no no, thirty minutes."

"Cool."

Taehyung took a long breath, leaving the future in God's hands, he made a quick glance over his watch, 10.52. It was time to run towards the CEO's room. 

Jungkook was checking their sales when Taehyung knocked. "Taehyung, when are those people from that Hong Kong company coming?"

"They called. They are coming tomorrow, not today. Some urgent matter came up." Taehyung came to the table and placed a file in front of the sitting man. 

"Oh! I see." Said the younger, without looking at him. His hands were busy typing on his computer. "What about the ad shooting? Is everything alright there?"

Taehyung gulped for unknown reasons. It wasn't his fault that the model wasn't coming on time. He just managed the situation with a white lie, that's it. "Yes sir, everything is just perfecto!" He made a zero shape with his fingers to show him how perfect it was. Jungkook just gave him a glance and nodded. 

Taehyung thought of waiting there for a moment. Jungkook wasn't telling him to go either, so he used that awkwardly silent moment to take a quick dive into the other's beauty. 

Jungkook was looking so much fresh even in the mid-day, his skin radiating his health and his peel radiating his wealth. No wonder this guy was blessed. 

Feeling two+two eyes were scanning him from afar, Jungkook directly looked at him. He saw his secretary caught off guard but didn't look away. "What? Why are you looking at me like this?" 

Taehyung gulped, "Aae, there's something on your face, c-cheek actually." Another lie, damn!

Jungkook quickly placed his two fingers on the side of his face. "Where?" 

"Umm, there, on the left side." Taehyung mentally scolded himself from making a chain of lies. He had reached the point where he couldn't back off. He had to continue the story to make it reality. 

Jungkook lightly rubbed his left cheek. "Hey, come here. See if it's gone or not." 

His heart in his throat, Taehyung half circled the table and came closer to him. He bent a little to match the younger's sitting position and slowly put his cold fingers on there, so lightly. There was nothing but a flawless skin, calling him to touch and he did. His face tinted crimson, as the slightest physical contact fluttered butterflies deep inside him. 

Jungkook knew Taehyung was lying. It wasn't like he was great at reading people's minds but that boy was like a see through glass doll to him. Or might be because he observed him carefully, so he could be aware of his enemy's every move. 

For the first time, it crossed Jungkook's mind that he was kind of cute. At this closeness, he could see his cute little mole under his nose. His lips seemed so soft, eyes were like a deer caught in a headlight. He could see how that boy's cheeks were becoming crimson because of the intensity. When that boy slowly rubbed his two fingers over his jaw, something boiled up inside. Jungkook pushed his hands away. After all, he couldn't get attracted by his enemy. 

At the same time the door clicked open. Taehyung was still bending over him, he stepped backwards hearing an unfamiliar sound.

"Hi, Jungkook." A girl in a micro mini skirt, flickered her eyebrows at his boss, smiling tugging her chin up. Her glossy hair swayed over her exposed shoulder, her high heels making that notorious sound on the floor when she came near. "Missed me sweetheart?"

At the very moment Taehyung realized his boss was taken, he sighed. 

"Rose? What brings you here?" Jungkook was going to get up but that girl named Rose, went to his back and shoved him on the chair by his shoulder. She gave a piercing look at Taehyung and set her bum at the edge of the table, facing his boss. 

Taehyung was confused more than anything and he saw the other man was tense as well. Who the hell is she? 

"Jungkook, I texted you an hour ago but you didn't reply." She pouted. 

"Actually I'm busy right now Rose. The shooting is going to start soon and I have a meeting too." Jungkook said looking at her. The firmness behind his words were clearly showing that he wasn't liking this conversation at all. 

"But my mom, dad is waiting for you there. Dad has arranged this special family lunch only for you. You have to come home with me now." She stood, pulling Jungkook's one arm. 

"But Rose, you know how important my work is, how can I leave all these just for a lunch?" Jungkook tried to free himself from her but her grip was stronger. 

"Just take it as a business lunch, dad also wants to tell you something." She mewled, rubbing his arm on her chest. 

Taehyung was confused, he couldn't figure out what he should do now. He wanted to go out so badly but Jungkook didn't tell him to leave. The couple before him wasn't paying much attention to him, like he was there as an old grandpa clock. They were more busy into their push and pull game. 

Jungkook forcefully pulled himself free, "Look Rose, I'm-"

"I don't want to hear anything, you're coming with me and that's final." She almost dragged Jungkook with her. Before going out, she gave one last look to the man standing cluelessly, flickered some hair strands out of her shoulder looking at him and left like a hurricane. 

As soon as the door closed, Taehyung huffed. "Omg! who was that?" That girl was beautiful, just like a model, but her attitude was more like a bitch. Taehyung sighed, most of the riches were like this. His boss Jeon f*cking Jungkook was like this. They were like a match made in heaven. Oh wait, it was more like a match made in hell: thinking this, Taehyung giggled, feeling proud of his imagination. 

He went near the standing mirror at the corner of the room, pouted out his lips and tilted his head at his reflection. That girl was pretty but she had some serious attitude problem which bothered him. He slowly removed his glasses and put it on the table. Then opened the first three buttons of his white shirt and revealed his shoulder, like that girl. Smirking playfully at his own self, he flickered some hair around his nape, "If you're pretty, then I'm hottie. Any doubt?" And winked. 

Then he turned his eyes to his boss's chair, it was empty. He touched the finest leather of the seat, so soft and tempting. He sat and spinned, giggled more. Then he put his legs on the table, beside the desktop and leaned his head back on the head stand. "Aah! This is how you feel everyday Jungkook?" 

The vibration in his pocket brought him back from his fantasy. Jimin texted him, he was here at the gate,  so he quickly redo his buttons and ran, praying that his friend won't get caught by the director. 

The cctv recorder at the corner felt neglected, as he left it alone in the room. 


Taehyung never felt ecstatic seeing Jimin before. When his friend finally came up at the shooting hall, looking dashing than ever in a white dress shirt and ripped denim, he showed him a relief smile but Jimin dodged it by placing his sunglasses on top of his head. 

"Why did you call me Taehyung, you know that I was busy." Jimin made a serious face and lazily checked the surroundings. There were only eight men around them. Most of them were busy setting the lights and other decorations. A shiny new white car was in the middle of the room, which he hadn't seen before. Might be the latest model, he thought. 

"I know how busy you were. Now stop bullshitting and follow me." Taehyung was about to move, Jimin spoke out. 

"Can I meet with that model guy Yoongi? I heard, he's here somewhere." Jimin's smug smile irked him. He controlled himself from kicking his ass right there and took him to the green room. 

Min Yoongi had just finished his dressings and make ups, his manager was helping him with wearing a black tuxedo over a pearl white shirt. Jimin didn't wait for his friend and went straight to him. "Hi there, you're Min Yoongi right?" He smiled professionally. 

"Yes, do I know you?" Said Yoongi, moving his gaze from the mirror to him, checking him from head to toe. 

"Maybe. I'm Park Jimin. I'm a model like you. I sometimes do some ad films but mostly I'm into ramps." Jimin proudly pronounced as they shook hands. 

Taehyung panicked, he came forward to stop the overacting. "Excuse me gentlemen, if you're done with the introduction then come with me. Director Hoon is waiting for you."

"Oh, you're that guy in the elevator right?" Yoongi asked Taehyung. "What was your friend's name, umm, I forgot. Have you delivered him the autograph?" Smiled Yoongi. 

Both of the friends get shocked. He remembered! 

"J-Jikook." Taehyung bit his tongue to punish himself. It was his third lie of the day. He thought it must be the side effects of being with a devil all day. In the corner of his eyes he saw Jimin pouted. Anyway what was done, was done, now it was time to live in that house of cards. [Note: Don't try this at home.]

Three of them came out and met the director, who was checking the lights and camera settings. "Mr Hoon, this is the model I was talking about. His name is Park Jimin, please give him-" Taehyung wanted to tell him some more about his friend but his friend had taken his words too seriously: 'Acting with attitude'. 

"Hello, I'm Jimin. You can call me chimchim, my designers usually call me by my nickname, some foreign designers too." He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. 

"Oh, I see. You must be very famous but I didn't hear your name before." Mr Hoon grinned awkwardly, trying to recall this name but let it aside, "Anyway, let me tell you the scenes first." He paused for a moment and said, "Mr Park, you're representing the common man here."

"Common man?" Jimin frowned. 

The director continued. "Yes Mr Park, but don't underestimate the power of a common man. You're going to represent the customers to be practical. Now listen carefully, when the light lit up in the showroom, you'll come. Looking for a decent car."

"Ok but if you needed a common man then why did you want a professional model, you could choose an unfamiliar

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