Take One (Cruelty of Fate) • Chapter 1 • 7.5K (Patreon)

so!! today’s WIP is chapter one of Take One (Cruelty of Fate) - or actors Jikook as I call them

I hope you enjoy these two, I had a blast with this idea and I can’t wait to complete this story. please share what you think in the comments!! I love this dynamic a lot

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“Congrats on the part”

“Thanks Tae.”

Jeongguk takes a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it away, heartbeat still in his throat from the call before. When he breathes out the smoke, he wonders if it’s even thicker because of the cold.

“You’re really gonna be big, you know?”

Taehyung says from the other end, making Jeongguk chuckle, a little giddy.

“I’m not sure I’ll be any good, this is my first time having the lead role.”

“You’ll be phenomenal. Plus, you’re playing with Park Jimin. Any movie he’s in is huge.”

Just at the mention of his name, Jeongguk’s heart leaps. He shuffles his feet, looks down at them as his cheeks turn hot.

“And, you’re basically his boy toy in the story right? Mark my words, you’ll be on everyone’s agenda after this.”

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Park Jimin revealed to play main character in new movie Cruelty of Fate

For those who don’t know Cruelty of Fate: it’s a romance thriller about a rich man having an affair with his way too young poolboy, and the consequences of their relationship are fatal.

It’s the first time Park Jimin will be portraying a gay man, there are many critics out there who aren’t happy, as Park Jimin is rumoured to be ‘straight as a ruler’ and dating actress Im Naeun.

Playing Park Jimin’s poolboy is relatively new actor Jeon Jeongguk, who just turned 21 in September. He’s had a few minor roles in series like A Fool’s Gold, and City Lines.

Will this be another best-seller, or will it be a complete flop?

Share your opinion with us!

Jeongguk sighs as he reads through the 5th article. They haven’t even started filming yet, but the critics are ruthless. Just the idea of a gay romance movie seems to put the entire country upside down. Especially with Park Jimin being one of the biggest actors in the scene.

“Don’t worry, the movie will be amazing. It’s new, and it’s refreshing. Not everyone likes it but you know, fuck that.”

Namjoon says, knowing just from the sound of Jeongguk’s sigh what he’s been reading about.

“Have you done a screen test yet?”

Jin asks, voice coming from somewhere Jeongguk can’t see.

“He’s peeing with the door open again.”

Yoongi says, rubbing over his forehead in distress.

“With Park Jimin? Not yet. I just had my audition, and afterwards they had me run some lines and take my shirt off.”

He’s read the story many times, knows exactly what the character, Iseul, is like. An eager but patient boy, waiting for the right moment to strike, when Jun-seo is at his most vulnerable. Always pretending he’s not seducing him, even though it’s completely on purpose.

Jeongguk always had a thing for older guys, and this book was kind of a guilty pleasure. So the screen test went well. And it also helps that he works out as a hobby, he’s in good shape.

“Isn’t that weird? Usually they do a chemistry test and stuff.”

Jin says, voice echoing against the bathroom walls.

“Yeah, but Park Jimin was busy filming another movie. I haven’t seen him yet.”

Yet..

But he’s gonna.. he’s gonna see Jimin. Park Jimin. He’ll play his poolboy, he gets to kiss him, gets to film a few hot scenes as well. That is, if they’re keeping those scenes.. he shouldn’t get his hopes up.

“My god, you can’t get any more obvious. You’ll have to hide that a little bit more on set.”

Taehyung says, throwing a pillow at him. Jeongguk catches it just before it hits his face, ears burning up so easily.

“Ah, it’s fine. Jeongguk has been crushing on him for years now. Jimin is the whole reason he even started acting. It’s cute.”

Namjoon says, snickering and pointing at Jeongguk’s ears. It’s not funny, he turns red just at the snap of someone’s fingers.

“Maybe Jimin is a total dick when the camera’s off.”

Jin says, walking out of the bathroom.

“You forgot to flush.”

Yoongi sighs; pinching the bridge of his nose.

“He seems like quite a diva.”

Taehyung agrees.

“He’s really kind. I’ve seen him in videos before, where he doesn’t know he’s being recorded.”

Jeongguk defends him, crossing his arms. He’s been following Jimin’s career for years, and he’s seen him with fans and with other actors, an absolute delight.

“We’ll let you live in that bubble, but if he turns out to be a dick, I will pull an I told you so.”

———————

As it turns out, Jimin is a fucking sweetheart.

Jeongguk had patiently waited for him at the first meeting. Jimin arrived early, spoke nicely to all of the staff, a pretty smile on his lips as he asked for a good time and good teamwork, with the cutest little hand gestures, the politest bows.

Jeongguk had just been staring at him in awe, heartbeat in his throat.

“Nice to meet you. I’m looking forward to filming with you.”

Those are Jimin’s first words to him. It all feels so surreal that Jeongguk needs to tell himself a few times that he’s actually supposed to say something now. He blinks, sees Jimin’s stretched out hand, and takes it in his own. Warmth spreads through his body as he shakes it, and looks into those beautiful monolid eyes.

“I feel honoured to be able to work with you sunbaenim. I can’t wait to learn from you in the coming months.”

Jimin smiles at him, it’s warm and kind, eyes turning to crescent moons. His black hair is styled perfectly, parted at the side, longer locks flattering his face shape, elegantly falling over his brow bone. He’s got the softness of a cherub, with his small face, cute soft cheeks, and full lips; yet the striking features of a man, a sharp nose, eyebrows, and jawline.

He’s been shaking Jimin’s hand for too long.

“Oh, sorry.”

Jeongguk quickly pulls his hand back, feels the blood rushing to his cheeks already. Taehyung is right, he needs to work on that.

“I’m actually.. uh.. a huge fan of yours, so it’s also a dream to see you in person.”

He says, rubbing the back of his neck, only looking up after he’s said it. Jimin’s expression softens, and his smile is even warmer than before.

“You flatter me, lately I’ve been thinking I’ve lost my touch, but it’s nice to hear that.”

Jimin says, chuckling softly. It’s light and pretty, and oh, did he just say that?

“Absolutely not. Mercy was an amazing movie, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

Jeongguk makes sure he’s convincing as he says it, because it is an insane thing to think that he’s lost his touch. Jimin is only 31, and he gets prettier every year. His filmography is huge, he’s played so many different roles.

“You’ve seen Mercy?”

Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow.

Right, Mercy isn’t officially out yet. Jin has connections in the business and might have given him an illegal copy of the uncut version.

Fuck.

Jeongguk coughs uncomfortably, cheeks burning up again.

“Uh, no?”

Jimin sees right through him, hides his mouth behind his small hand as he laughs. Then he tuts and shakes his head as if he’s scolding him. And god, Jimin really is even prettier in real life.

“Jimin, Jeongguk! You two look amazing together.”

Their director, Seungho, comes up to them. He’s directed his fair share of movies and series, Jeongguk has worked with him before in City Lines. Even though back then Jeongguk would always be called by his character’s name.

“Can you two do a quick screen test? I want to capture as much as possible. I have a feeling about this movie. We’re gonna change cinema.”

“Sure, let’s go.”

Jimin seems unfazed by the statement, he’s probably heard it many times before. Jeongguk, however, feels his heartbeat in his throat. Changing cinema is quite big a thing, and he’s suddenly self-conscious of his acting. He’s only played side characters, this is the first time he’s playing a big role.

———————

“And, action!”

Jimin’s smile fades instantly, into his role with just the sound of the clapperboard. It’s one of the many scenes in the movie where Jimin is just looking at him through the window. Or well, Jun-seo is looking at Iseul.

Jimin reads through the papers on his desk, frowning deeply, rubbing over his forehead in frustration. Jeongguk gets his cue, and slowly starts moving into frame. He’s shirtless for this scene, getting leaves out of the pool in the scorching sun. Though this is just a screen test, the set is not complete yet, he has to pretend.

He focuses, becomes Iseul. Calculated and cunning, making sure he’s showing off his body, pretending he doesn’t notice Jun-seo’s eyes on him. Then, just a few seconds of eye contact. He looks up from under his lashes, catches Jimin’s gaze. It almost knocks the air out of his lungs.

If there’s anything Park Jimin is known for, it’s his facial expressions. Right now, there is lust written all over his face, eyes glazed over, eyelids sunken, making them even sharper than normal, his pink lips parted slightly, cheeks tainted rosy.

Jun-seo. Jimin is Jun-seo. You are Iseul. Get it together.

Jeongguk looks away, until he’s sure Jimin can’t see his face, waits for the camera to come closer, and smirks lightly to himself knowing he’s got Jun-seo wrapped around his finger.

“Cut!”

Jeongguk relaxes instantly, only now notices how tense his shoulders were. Did that get caught on camera? Shit.

“That was amazing, the tension was palpable just in the few seconds of eye contact.”

Seungho calls, patting Jimin on the shoulder.

“And Jeongguk, you can relax a bit more, but very good job on the micro-expression there.”

“Thanks.”

“Let’s do one more scene, this time just a little back and forth between you two. Here’s the script.”

Seungho passes them a sheet of paper, their own parts of dialogue highlighted. Jeongguk looks at the lines, recognises the scene, it’s one of his favourites.

Jimin reads through it quickly, then nods, puts the script on the desk in front of him. Either he’s a fast reader, or he’s read the book too, knows the scene. Which would be normal, of course, he’s playing a character, reading the book is usually part of the job. Not required though.

The thought of Jimin reading the book does make Jeongguk’s cheeks burn up. There are quite a few explicit scenes between Iseul and Jun-seo. They’re gonna have to film those scenes, together, them.

“And, action!”

Fuck.

Jeongguk stands there at the desk, as Jimin puts his feet on top of it and stares him down, already completely in character. Jeongguk is genuinely scared, because he doesn’t remember who opens the dialogue. There’s some long seconds where Jimin’s eyes run over him, down over his body, then up to his eyes again.

Thing is, he’s still not wearing a shirt, and it’s quite flattering to have Jimin eye him like this, be it in character or not.

“Kim Iseul.” Jimin drawls, turning from side to side in his desk chair, then tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. “How did you get picked to work here?”

Oh right, this scene. Jeongguk takes a deep breath and gets back into it, becomes Iseul. This is a critical moment, Jun-seo suspects Iseul of something, and he can’t let it show that he’s here to steal Jun-seo’s most prized possession.

“I got picked out of a line-up by Mrs. Han, sir.”

Jun-seo’s wife, who’s cheating on him. Iseul has seen her sneak out, seen her with her taxi driver. Jun-seo is too miserable to notice, or at least, that’s what it seems like.

“Right. She picked you. How did that happen?”

Jeongguk is on high alert, heartbeat in his throat as he stands there, frozen. Jimin isn’t even looking at him yet he oozes experience and intimidation.

“Mrs. Han said she liked my face, sir.”

It’s true that Iseul had studied exactly what Mrs. Han wanted. The type of clothes she liked on a man, the hairdo, the type of mannerisms, the type of personality, he knew it and became the ideal spontaneous poolboy.

Jimin just smiles to himself a little bitterly, then tilts his head back up to look at him.

“And why are you a poolboy?”

“It’s an outside job, the water relaxes me, I like to swi-“

“Oh cut the crap.”

Jimin cuts him off, sharp eyes scanning over his features to detect at least a hint of fear. Jeongguk knows it must be showing on his face, Jimin is so in character for just a screen test, it’s impressive.

Jeongguk instinctively takes a step back when Jimin stands up from his desk chair and starts walking closer to him.

“If you just liked pools you could have landed an easier job anywhere else. Yet you came to my house, this specific place, knowing there would be a line up. And she just happened to pick you.”

Iseul is there specifically to get his hands on a painting, hanging in the living room. Cruelty of Fate. It’s been requested by a loyal customer of his art theft gang. And he knows he can’t just steal it, he needs to blackmail Han Jun-seo so that he gets it handed to him on a silver-platter.

“You think I don’t know what’s going on?”

Jimin asks, cornering Jeongguk against a wall. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, and he feels himself burn up for more reasons than just the scene. The tension between them is thick, and the way he brings this next line is more breathless than he intended.

“Sir- please, there’s nothing.”

Jeongguk says, seeing how expertly Jimin’s expression changes, looking more fiery with the second. And then Jimin grabs him by his neck, pushes him against the wall hard. Panic flashes in Jeongguk’s eyes, but there’s something else too, deep down in his gut.

“You want to fuck my wife, hm? That’s why she hired you.”

Jimin looks erratic, like he isn’t even capable of listening, perfectly portraying the feeling Jun-seo feels right now.

“No! I’m not here for that sir, I’m just working-“

“Oh? You’re working? Taking your shirt off and prancing around the garden, stealing glances, that’s your job?”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn up, which right now actually is a blessing because it’s exactly what Iseul does in the book.

“No sir, I just clean-“

“Don’t think I don’t see you watching her. You know when she leaves, and you know when she comes back.”

It’s true, Iseul always keeps a close eye on Han Miyeon, he needs to know which times she’s out of the house so he can take advantage of Jun-seo.

Jimin clicks his tongue then, hand tightening around his neck. Heat spreads from there down Jeongguk’s body, which is not what should be happening right now. This is a screen test, for god’s sake.

He can tell it to himself over and over, but still, Park Jimin is pushing him against a wall, threatening him while looking like a fucking dilf. It does things to Jeongguk’s body.

“She told you about it huh? That I can’t get it up. And now you want to fuck her, take her away from me, take my money from me.”

Jimin is breathing deeper, really portraying the anger, the fear of Jun-seo. He’s so close that Jeongguk can see himself reflecting in Jimin’s dark eyes.

“It’s not your wife I want to fuck.”

Jeongguk says it like how he heard it in his mind for the first time when he read the book, clear and direct, with a little bit of shame as he breaks eye contact. It’s the biggest risk Iseul takes, at this point he’s only been silently in Jun-seo’s peripheral to seduce him, never took a direct approach. This is the part that could make or break his plan. His plan to film Jun-seo and him having sex in order to blackmail him.

When he looks back up, Jimin is in a state of shock. Yet, there’s a slight pull, something dangerous as his grip on Jeongguk’s neck tightens, and his eyes dart down to his lips for a fraction of a second.

Oh.

“And, cut!”

right.

They’re on a set. That was part of the scene.

Jimin’s expression softens immediately and he smiles at him apologetically.

“Sorry, is your neck okay?”

He asks, rubbing his hand the part where he had been squeezing it. Jeongguk tries to say something, he really does, but all that comes out is something along the lines of “hmmhh” as he nods.

At least it makes Jimin chuckle, his pretty row of teeth showing, crinkles at the sides of his eyes like nothing Jun-seo could ever be. He is drop-dead gorgeous, Jeongguk can’t get a grip.

Seungho comes up to them then, he’s smiling, almost wickedly.

“Jesus Christ, you two are perfectly cast. I was scared because we couldn’t do a chemistry test before, but fuck, this is perfect.”

Perfect..

Jeongguk repeats it to himself a few times, heartbeat raising a little because of the praise. Usually he does better with criticism, but he likes to hear so early on that he’s cast well for the role. Especially going up against Park Jimin, he wants to prove himself.

“That’s all for today. Tomorrow we’ll go to the real location, so, get packing.”

———————

Traveling is one of the best perks of being an actor. Jeongguk has never really been a big sleeper, and seeing new places is one of his favourite things. He doesn’t mind being on a set inside, but to actually go to a location to film is what makes him happy.

“Oh..” Jimin muses, looking around the house. “This is exactly what I imagined it to be like.”

Jeongguk looks around as well, at the big windows that look out over the garden, the pool. The creamy marble flooring and walls inside, the luxurious white leather furniture, the beautiful paintings on the wall. Both Jimin and Jeongguk come to a halt in front of it.

“This is it, right?”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods. The deep red, orange, and purple hues of the painting against that pitch black silhouette of despair, that can only be Cruelty of Fate.

“I’d love to have it in my actual house.”

Jimin says.

Jeongguk looks at him, admiring his side profile. His jawline looks even sharper, his small nose has the slightest bump, his lips so full they make the shape of a little heart if you look at it horizontally.

Maybe he shouldn’t be tilting his head like this. Jimin blinks at him in confusion, and Jeongguk quickly composes himself.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mm. I’ve read the book so many times, I just love the symbolism.”

So Jimin hasn’t just read the book. He’s read it many times. Jeongguk feels his ears burn up slightly, even though he’s actively trying to fight it. He hasn’t been able to speak Jimin after their screen test, too busy with packing his stuff.

“You don’t have to be shy around me, Jeongguk-ssi.”

“I-I’m not. It’s just.. you’re my idol.”

Oh god, he’s being cringy.

Jimin chuckles softly.

“Stop flattering me. Treat me like your co-star.”

Jeongguk bites his lower lip and nods, trying to take the advice, even though it’s difficult. Because when he looks Jimin in the eyes he just swoons. Jimin is so beautiful and so sweet and so gentle and just perfect. Jeongguk’s mind just goes: Angel Angel Angel Angel

“Have you read the book, Jeongguk-ssi?”

“Yeah..” He nods, averting his gaze. “Many times. It’s my guilty pleasure.”

“Mine too.” Jimin admits.

Jeongguk feels his temperature rise just because of that. Because they’ve both read the books many times, so they both know Iseul and Jun-seo are lovers. The sexual tension and the explicit scenes are part of what made the book so popular.

Jimin likes to read books about gay men having sex.

No. He shouldn’t think like that. Park Jimin is literally an angel. He’s talking about the painting and its symbolism, he loves the book because of the story, not the romance. Besides, Jimin is dating Im Naeun, so he’s definitely not into men.

“I was ecstatic when I got the role for Jun-seo, his character is so complex.”

See, he’s talking about all of that. Complex characters and paintings and-

“And the sexual tension between him and Iseul is addictive.”

Oh…

Jeongguk’s breath hitches, cheeks turning red as he stares at the painting. Okay so, Jimin does like those parts of the book. Which is fine. Normal even. Just because Jimin is 10 years older than him, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like sex. Jimin is in his right to like reading about sex, even if it’s between men. jimin is a sex-haver.

“It- it is, isn’t it?”

Jeongguk says, just to stop having thoughts.

“Yes, I hope they keep all of the explicit scenes. Especially the one in the kitchen.”

Fuck.

That’s one of Jeongguk’s favourites too. Where Iseul is accidentally brushing his ass against Jun-seo’s crotch any chance he gets, and Jun-seo accidentally gets off on it, just humping him dry, while his wife is right outside.

Jeongguk’s mouth waters just thinking about filming that scene, arousal in his gut, and his cock twitches in his pants. Jimin wants to film that scene.. with him. that scene.

Fuck, this is gonna be a nightmare. He’s already half-hard just thinking about it. This is the second time Jimin is speaking to him and half the blood he needs to use for his brain is in his pants.

“Y-yeah- yeah. that’s a good scene. I like that scene.”

“What’s your favourite scene?”

Jimin asks then, probably unaware of the complete mess he just made out of Jeongguk.

“Me?” Jeongguk swallows, trying to even his breathing as he pretends to still be interested in the painting. He licks his dry lips as he tries to think of any scene, but only one comes to mind. “The.. the one in the shower.”

“Ah..” Jimin nods in his peripheral. “You mean the one where Iseul gets a facial?”

Jeongguk shudders, all the hairs on his body standing up straight just thinking about Jimin coming all over his face. He bites his tongue to keep himself in check, feels his eyelids getting a little heavy, lust surging through him.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Mmh. I like that one too. Don’t know if they’ll be able to keep that one in though.”

Jimin says, as though they’re not talking about explicit sexual scenes but just work. Which, they are. This is their work. Strictly speaking, they’re just talking about work. But Jeongguk’s cock can’t differentiate. He hopes to god it’s not tenting right now.

“I think you’re very well cast for Iseul. You fit his description well.”

That makes Jeongguk’s heart flutter a little. He looks at Jimin with big sparkly eyes, and gets that beautiful smile in return.

“That’s what I’m talking about, you’re really hot, but your expressions can be so cute.”

Park Jimin just called him really hot.

Jeongguk’s jaw drops a little, heart beating in overdrive at the compliment.

“You’re- you’re hot too.” He says in awe, but when he sees Jimin quirk a brow he quickly adds onto it. “I mean, you’re cast well for Jun-seo cause he’s described to be hot. And you’re very hot, for like an older guy. Not that you’re old! I mean-“

Jimin chuckles at his terrible rant, hiding his mouth behind his hand.

“I need to teach you some manners, Jeongguk-ssi.”

Jeongguk bows his head apologetically, a little ashamed he just let that slip.

“Sorry sunbaenim, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Don’t fret, I know I’m not in my 20s anymore.”

Jimin says it as if he’s not got the face of a fucking angel. As if he isn’t in every commercial on tv, as if he isn’t the man everybody wants. Jeongguk is so not gonna let Jimin believe he’s not in his prime.

“You still look it, though.”

He says, because honestly, Jimin doesn’t look a day over 25.

Jimin tilts his head and flutters his lashes at him satirically, yet it still makes Jeongguk’s face glow hot.

“Are you trying to flatter me, Jeongguk-ssi?”

“If the truth flatters you, then yes.”

He sees Jimin’s facade crack a little bit, and a genuine small smile makes it to his lips.

“And you don’t have to use honorifics with me.”

Jeongguk adds, trying to get a little more familiar. Jimin makes a surprised sound at his boldness, but seems pleased with the request.

“Alright, then you can call me hyung.”

———————

“You actually get to call him Jimin-hyung? That’s fucking insane! It’s been like two days?”

“I know Tae, he’s so kind it’s making me melt.”

Jeongguk groans, lying face down on his bed in his trailer.

“Did you get to film with him today?”

“No, we filmed some scenes but not together yet, I’m scheduled with him from next week onwards. It’s now mostly scenes with him and his kids and wife, and scenes of my background with the art theft gang. I did get to do a scene with Min Jiyeon today, she plays the wife of Jimin’s character.”

“Ah, Min Jiyeon is so beautiful.”

Namjoon swoons in the background of the phone call. Jeongguk snorts.

“Also, I thought Jimin hadn’t read the book but he told me it’s one of his guilty pleasures, and that he’s read it many times.”

“..”

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, that same nervous feeling in his stomach like when Jimin told him.

“But.. that’s normal right?”

“No I’d say that’s pretty gay.”

Yoongi answers in the background.

“Hyung said he thinks it’s gay.”

“I heard it.”

Jeongguk turns onto his back, stomach fluttering a little. He’s getting his hopes up. Which is a fucking joke because Park Jimin is a probably a millionaire, who’s 10 years older than him, and dating Im Naeun, the most beautiful woman on the planet.

“But it’s not like that.”

“He told you his guilty pleasure is a book about an older guy railing a younger guy.”

“Hey.” Jeongguk blushes. “That‘s not the story, it has more depth.”

“Actually, I also enjoyed the book.” Namjoon muses. “And I’m not a gay man, so it might not be that sus.”

Jeongguk nods along a little, trying to rationalise. He needs to stay grounded, Namjoon is right. Park Jimin was just being nice and trying to loosen him up a bit before filming. They need to at least be a little acquainted before shoving their tongues down each other’s throat.

“Did he say anything he specifically liked about the book?”

“Uh..” Jeongguk feels nervous all over again, ears burning up a bit as he relives the conversation. “He told me he likes the complexity of his character..”

“See, that’s normal.”

“And that he likes the sexual tension between the characters.”

There’s a short silence, before Namjoon hums.

“I guess that’s a bit ambiguous but it’s still debatable.”

Yoongi throws another “I think it’s gay” in there and Taehyung agrees with him. It’s Jin who speaks next.

“Did he say he looks forward to fake fucking you? Cause that might be a little gay.”

Jeongguk chokes on his spit, coughing as he tries to prevent his mind from forming that thought.

“He didn’t say that specifically.. but he said he hopes they keep in all the explicit scenes, and then said his favourite one was the kitchen scene.”

“..”

Shit. His friends also think it’s gay.

Jeongguk rubs over his face in distress, waiting for a reply.

“He said his favourite scene is one where he humps you until he comes. He wants to film that scene. Where he dry fucks you against a counter. That’s his favourite scene.”

He makes a tiny pathetic noise in the back of his throat, blood rushing down to his cock instantly.

“Yeah, Park Jimin is not straight. And also, he’s definitely down to fuck.”

———————

He tries to not let it get to him. He tries to act normal around Jimin, and not think about it. But every time they make eye contact his heart flutters and he just hopes that Jimin is gay and interested.

“You should put a shirt on when Seungho says cut, you know?”

Jimin says with a twinkle in his eyes as he walks up to him after a scene. Jeongguk looks down at his attire, just swimming trunks, which is his outfit most of the time in the movie.

“I’m trying to get a little more tan, Iseul is described to have caramel skin.”

He says, enjoying the sun on his back. Filming outside is great, even though they have to wait for good weather.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate, reaches out for his arm and lets his hand slide over his bicep.

“It’s very distracting.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, the sweet caress of Jimin’s hand on his skin is enough to make him break out in sweat. Jimin looks at him like he’s the pinnacle of innocence, a small pretty smile on his lips.

“Let’s roll again!”

Seungho calls then, and Jimin is back to being a professional. Jeongguk, however, has to slap his own cheek a few times to get it back together.

———————

That’s the thing with Jimin. He’s professional when the cameras roll, but a complete tease when the cameras are off. He flirts a lot, but Jeongguk can’t tell if he even notices he’s doing it. It’s like his second nature, just pressing Jeongguk’s weak spots until he gets him speechless.

The second time something similar happens is when he’s in his hair & make-up chair, getting ready for the next scene. He’s just practicing his lines in his head, eyes closed as he suddenly hears Jimin’s light voice.

“There’s my Jeonggukie.”

He’s been calling him that for a few days now, and Jeongguk’s heart can’t take it. It feels so domestic and sweet. But at the same time, it feels like Jimin dotes on him platonically, which he desperately hopes is not the case.

He opens his eyes to see Jimin in the mirror, standing behind him. He looks beautiful as always, still in the suit that Jun-seo wears all the time. It’s dark grey, form-fitting, and makes Jimin look irresistible, especially with his black hair all proper like this, combed back a little, one strand falling gracefully over his forehead.

He really is a dilf.

Jeongguk does his best to not let his eyes wander.

“Your hair looks good when it’s wet.”

Jimin says, running his hand through the hairs at the back of Jeongguk’s neck. It’s an innocent touch like last time, but it makes him shudder nonetheless. Park Jimin is playing with his hair.

“Really hyung?”

“Mmh.”

The stylists have taken a step back, letting the two of them have their time together.

“Makes it easier to do this.”

Jimin says, grabbing his hair tightly and pulling it back, making Jeongguk arch his neck. He gasps, pleasure spreading through his body faster than the speed of light. He sees Jimin smiling down at him, giving him a wink before walking off like nothing happened.

He has to cross his legs when the stylists come back to continue their work.

———————

And then there’s the time when they’re on lunch break. It’s hot outside, everyone is looking for some shade. Jeongguk is the only one chilling in the sun at the pool. Even though it’s part of the set, no one told him he can’t chill with his legs in there every now and then.

He’s enjoying his ice cream when Jimin comes along and sits down next to him. His white blouse is flimsy, half opened. Jeongguk can see his ribcage tattoo right through, as well as his nipples.

“Jeonggukie, it’s way too hot to sit here.”

Jimin scolds, even though he’s doing the same thing.

“It’s fine hyung, if your feet are in the water.”

Jimin hums, takes off his sandals and then puts them in, scoots a little closer to him.

Too close. Either he has no spatial awareness or he just likes to make Jeongguk sweat. He has the feeling it’s the latter.

“You’re right, this is better.”

Jimin sighs, swishing his feet through the water slowly. They’re small, just like his hands. Jeongguk finds them adorable, but Jimin always hits him when he says things like that, so he keeps it in.

“I’ve been watching your scenes today, you’re doing very well.”

Jeongguk blushes instantly at the praise. He’s still not gotten around to working on that. Whenever Jimin is in his vicinity his ears and cheeks burn up, and even after he leaves they still glow.

“Thanks hyung.. I’ve been watching yours too.” Like always. Even when he’s not on schedule he comes to watch. “You’re so good at switching it on and off. I wish I could do it like you.”

Jimin smiles at him, one where his eyes close almost all the way. It’s so charming that Jeongguk has to avoid his gaze and look at the pool instead.

“You’re already pretty good at that, by the time you’re my age you’ll be even better at it.”

The compliment alone is enough to make Jeongguk’s heart leap, but along with Jimin hooking his ankle around his in the water he’s literally a mess.

If you’d ask Jeongguk what he thought his year would look like, playing footsie with Park Jimin would not something he would have been able to come up with.

Jimin caresses over his foot with his own, and Jeongguk just sits there, dying.

“Uh-uhm thanks. I- I hope so.”

Ice cream is melting down his hand, over his wrist, down to his elbow.

“Is that yoghurt? Can I have a bite?”

Jimin asks. Jeongguk doesn’t even look at him when he reaches his hand out, still trying to get over the fact that Jimin is pressed up against his side and playing footsie in the pool, out of everyone’s sight.

He doesn’t know why Jimin does it; wrapping his smaller hand around his own before leaning in for a bite. Maybe it’s because he knew Jeongguk would turn to look at him. he seemed to be waiting for that before licking his ice cream.

Jeongguk watches with his mouth slightly agape, ice cream dripping from his elbow onto his swimming trunks. Jimin averts his gaze, takes his sweet time, not having just one bite, but licking his ice cream a few times, keeping his hand in place.

Fuck.

Jimin has a pretty, pink tongue, and the way he tilts his head and licks his ice cream looks obscene and suspiciously like something else. Jeongguk’s cock twitches, growing half-hard in just a few seconds.

When Jimin lets go of his hand he nods approvingly.

“Yoghurt is my favourite.”

He says, smiling like he’s the pinnacle of innocence.

Jeongguk wants to fuck his mouth.

“Okay! Break time is over, let’s get ready to shoot!”

———————

He really tries not to let it get to his head, but his friends’ words spiral around in his mind. If Jimin really is down to fuck him.. then maybe he should go along with his flirting. But if he’s reading into it wrong, wouldn’t that be awkward? He doesn’t want to ruin the relationship they have on set, when it’s going so well.

He sighs to himself as he’s getting undressed for a pool scene, trying to make up his mind. But he can’t even think in silence because Jimin just casually pops his head behind the curtain.

“Are you changing? Oh..”

Jeongguk barely has time to process what’s happening. Jimin has already made his way inside, entrapping both of them in the small dressing room.

“Hyung?”

“Just came to check on you. Jiyeon-ssi said you didn’t have lunch.”

Oh, right.

“Iseul is supposed to be a bit more on the lean side, and I was gaining weight so-“ he’s suddenly very aware that he’s in just underwear. “why are you in my dressing room?”

Jimin doesn’t answer at first, he seems a little preoccupied with staring at his Adonis belt. There’s just a blank expression on his face, Jeongguk can’t read what’s going on inside his head at all.

“You have a birthmark here..”

Jimin muses, touching a mole on his hip with his thumb, caressing over it lightly. Jeongguk’s skin burns up immediately, and he looks down at where Jimin is touching him, blush tainting his cheeks pink.

The thing is, he can never tell if it’s flirting or not, because Jimin looks up at him and smiles like it’s the most normal thing in the world that he’s in here, touching him so familiarly.

“I do..”

He breathes out.

This is a changing room. It’s like 1 square meter and Jimin is not putting as much space between them as possible. It feels like eternity before he takes his hand off of him.

Jimin is done for today so he’s in his normal clothes, his hair down. It looks fluffy like this, and he looks about 5 years younger than he usually does. If anyone would see them together they’d think Jimin is the younger out of the two of them.

It’s a natural feeling that comes over him, he brushes through Jimin’s hair, curious if it’s as soft as it looks. Jimin lets him do whatever, smiles fondly at him.

“You like hyung’s hair down?”

“Mm.” Jeongguk nods, tucking a lock behind Jimin’s ear. He’s going insane on the inside, heart running wild in his chest, stomach erupting in butterflies. “You’re pretty.”

“Yeah?” Jimin asks, a soft breathy laugh following right after. “For an older guy?”

“No. You’re unconditionally pretty.”

Jimin seems taken aback by his comment, but then his cheeks taint a little pink, he averts his gaze bashfully.

“Big words for a young guy like you.”

Ow.

“Age is just a number.”

He says stubbornly, even though he’s never believed that. It’s something he wishes were true in this particular situation. Jimin blinks up at him.

“That phrase is only used by people who are trying to convince themselves.”

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek, sulks a little bit because it’s true. He’s desperately trying to convince himself that he could woo a guy like Jimin.

“My little dongsaeng, are you trying to win me over?”

Jimin asks, a pleased grin spreading on his pretty lips. Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, hates to be called little dongsaeng. It has the connotation that he’s not ever going to be in Jimin’s league, he’ll always just be a kid in Jimin’s eyes.

It doesn’t make sense, why is Jimin flirting with him off-set all the time if he’s just gonna little dongsaeng zone him? As if he didn’t just rub his thumb over his hip.

He has no choice but to avoid the question.

“I don’t think I stand a chance against Im Naeun.”

Jimin cocks his head playfully, amused by his answer. He doesn’t give him a reply, instead just pats him on his cheek fondly before exiting the dressing room, leaving Jeongguk a little disappointed.

———————

“I don’t get it. One day he’s licking my ice cream, playing footsie, and the next he’s telling me I’m just his little dongsaeng.”

“Well you weren’t honestly thinking you could pull a millionaire right?”

Jeongguk bites his tongue at Jin’s reality check, and he groans in distress.

“It’s not about pulling. It’s about Jimin driving me crazy and then telling me off.”

“Maybe he’s like that with everyone. I mean all actors are a little weird.”

Namjoon says in the background.

“No he’s only doing it with me. Trust me, with others he’s just sweet, but with me it’s like he wants me to suffer.”

“If you don’t like it then tell him to stop?”

“But I do like it. I like his attention, I don’t want that to change, I just want him to see me as a man.”

“Well, then why don’t you play his game? Tease him back, make him suffer.”

Taehyung says in the back.

And maybe, that’s not a bad idea.

———————

It was, it was definitely a bad idea. Because Jimin doesn’t have a limit. Unlike Jeongguk who becomes a stuttering mess after just the first move, Jimin revels in a game of chicken, tests how far he dares to go.

“Your lap looks inviting when you’re spreading your legs like that.”

That’s Jimin’s starter. Jeongguk is in his hair&make-up chair and Jimin decides to drop that bomb on him like it’s nothing. He swallows thickly, opening his eyes to see Jimin’s signature smile through the mirror.

He needs to calm himself down, think of Taehyung’s words. Play his game, make him suffer. So he turns around in his chair towards Jimin. The stylists take a step back, giving them some space.

“Yeah? You can sit on it if you want.”

Nerves surge through his body. He can’t believe he just said that. It left his lips so quickly, and now he can’t take it back. If he thought he’d have Jimin with this, he’s proven painfully wrong. Jimin just takes the invitation and straddles him.

Jeongguk gasps, as well as the stylists, and Jimin smirks.

“Hyung is heavy, hm?”

Fuck.

Jimin is literally on top of him, like in one of his wet dreams. His ass is seated right on top of his crotch, his legs on either side of his own. Jeongguk can’t fucking breathe. His hands automatically curl around Jimin’s hips, even though he shouldn’t touch his superior like that.

“N-no. Not at all.”

Truth is, Jimin is light, but the weight of his ass and thighs press against Jeongguk way too nicely. God, he’s begging himself to not get hard right now.

Jimin, however, just shifts around, leaning in to grab something off the table behind him.

“Let me do your lips.”

Jimin says, then tilts Jeongguk’s head up by his chin, and proceeds to smear balm on his lips with his finger.

This is a fucking nightmare.

Jeongguk is paralysed as Jimin’s index finger traces over his lips, his face so close to his own that he can taste his minty breath on his tongue when he breathes in, the warmth of his body radiating against him, his hips still in his hands.

don’t get hard don’t get hard don’t get hard.

“Did you know.. our first kiss scene is coming up.”

Jimin says softly, like it’s nothing.

Jeongguk’s eyes drag down to Jimin’s lips, plump and pink and pretty.

His cock twitches.

“Excited are we?”

Jimin asks, small smirk playing on his lips as he finally puts the balm away. He’s definitely noticed it, yet doesn’t make any efforts to leave his lap. Jeongguk really sucks at giving Jimin a taste of his own medicine. He needs to do more, he needs to catch Jimin off guard.

“Do you wanna practice?”

He thinks he sees the slightest hint of shock on Jimin’s face, but it might just be his imagination. Because Jimin gives him a look, then leans in and kisses his cheek, before whispering:

“No, I want everyone to see how bad you want me.”

When Jimin leaves his lap, his boner is so obvious that he needs to put the pillow he’s sitting on on top of it. His face is burning when Jimin blows him a kiss and leaves. and for a while, the stylist don’t even dare to approach him.

———————

“I hate you Tae.”

“How was I supposed to know you suck at flirting?”

“I don’t suck at flirting! Park Jimin is just a fucking demon.”

“I think you kind of suck at flirting.”

Jin agrees in the background.

Jeongguk groans and kicks his feet, repeatedly smacking his head against his pillow. Tomorrow is the big day. Tomorrow is kiss day. He’s kissing Jimin tomorrow.

“I can’t believe you asked him to practice the kiss scene.. that’s so fucking funny.”

“Come on hyung. It’s only logical to practice scenes together.”

“Yeah, lines. Not kissing, idiot. Even I know that.”

Jeongguk bites his lip as he sees Jimin’s shocked expression, wonders if he was pleasantly surprised or a little taken aback.

He doesn’t get it; Jimin is flirting all the time, yet he’s shocked when he tries to do it back?

“So, you’re gonna give up on playing his game then?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can take it if he straddles my lap again. The stylists were all awkward around me cause I had a fucking boner.”

Jin cackles in the background, Namjoon snorts, and Jeongguk wishes he could throw something at them right now. His cheeks burn with shame as he turns onto his back.

“Fuck, I’m gonna be so fucked tomorrow. I haven’t kissed anyone for months, and now I have to kiss Park Jimin.”

“Have to? Get to. You get to kiss Park Jimin, aren’t you vibrating with excitement?”

“Yes Tae, I am. That’s the fucking problem. I’m gonna be a mess, it’s gonna look like I’m a virgin.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck you Yoongi.”

Yoongi just snickers like a gremlin in the background and Jeongguk huffs out a breath.

“You’ll be fine, just practice on your pillow tonight.”

“Doesn’t he always do that?”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I saw him make out with it-“

Jeongguk hangs up the phone before the comments get even worse.