Take One (Cruelty of Fate) • Chapter 2 • 4.5K (Patreon)

He’s barely slept. He looks terrible. As if that isn’t bad enough, Jimin looks exceptionally good in contrast. Which sounds like a good thing, but Jeongguk is forgetting his lines because of it. He gets so lost in Jimin’s eyes that he misses half the cues, and they have to retake almost every scene.

And they’re not even at the kiss scene yet.

The closer that scene gets, the more nervous he becomes. He’s afraid he’ll come off too strong, he’s afraid Jimin will think he’s a bad kisser, he’s afraid he’ll get hard on set.

In the break before the scene, Jimin meets him outside.

“You alright Jeonggukie?”

“Mm.”

He nods, trying to hide how he’s literally trembling on his legs. Jimin has kissed like.. probably more than 20 people in his movie career, Jeongguk is just so afraid he’s gonna suck.

“You seem a little nervous.”

“Nervous?” He asks, trying to chuckle to sound convincing but it comes out weird. “I’m fine.”

Jimin quirks a brow, smug smile tugging on his lips.

“Worried about the kiss scene?”

Jeongguk only bites his cheek, looks down at his shoes with burning ears. Jimin puts a hand on his lower back, rubs over it, but somehow it doesn’t really feel reassuring.

“Maybe a little.”

He says.

Jimin seems rather pleased, if the small chuckle is anything to go by. He’s drawing small circles over his back, and Jeongguk wishes it would feel comforting instead of mind-numbing.

“You don’t have to worry, I have some experience you know?”

Oh he knows. Jeongguk’s seen Jimin’s movies, and he’s seen his kiss scenes, and he’s rewatched them on YouTube any time he was down bad, and he’s fantasised of kissing Jimin more than a few times.

His nerves aren’t fading at all, and to make it worse, Jimin tilts his head up by his chin to make him look at him.

“I don’t bite.”

He says, still playful. Jeongguk swallows, gaze dropping to Jimin’s lips.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Just the sight of Jimin’s lips has his blood rushing down, cock fattening in his pants. It’s terrible enough that his body is reacting like a teenager, but Jimin noticing is the cherry on top.

“Ah.. you’re worried about this.”

Jimin puts hand is on top of his crotch without a warning, lightly cupping him through his pants. Jeongguk gasps, mind going haywire, body paralysing except for where Jimin is rubbing over his cock, making it grow hard within seconds.

Jimin leans into him a little more, curling his other hand around his neck, eyes traveling down to his lips.

“Don’t worry, it happens a lot on set with scenes like this. Nothing that no one hasn’t seen before.”

Jeongguk can’t muster words, Park Jimin is rubbing over his cock like it’s nothing, like this is what co-stars do on a Wednesday afternoon. He’s talking with his lips only an inch away, nose brushing against his own, as if they’re already doing the scene.

Nothing but soft pants and little whimpers escape his lips as Jimin touches him so carelessly, feels up his length, squeezes him through his jeans. Jeongguk just lets him, hips bucking slightly on their own account, heat flaring up his face.

“Though, maybe they haven’t seen one so big before..”

Jimin muses, feeling up his length from the base to the head, like he’s measuring just how big it is. Jeongguk moans softly, can’t hold it, eyelids sinking as he fixates on Jimin’s pretty pink lips, cock twitching at the sight.

“You really like my lips hm?”

Jimin asks, making Jeongguk’s ears ring a bit. His hands move on their own account, grabbing a hold of Jimin’s tiny waist as he nods and leans in, trying to close the distance.

“Not yet, love.”

“Please.”

Jeongguk breathes out, lips tingling a little with the need to kiss Jimin senseless.

“Mm.. that’s the look.” Jimin says, pleased. He caresses over his cheek, traces his jawline. “Hold that thought.”

Seungho calls both their names as if on cue.

Jeongguk can barely function, as Jimin flashes him a smirk and nods his head towards the set.

“Show time.”

———————

Jeongguk is so fucking horny he can’t talk properly. Which is good because this scene doesn’t require much talking anyway. He’s just emerging from the pool in the middle of the night, finding Jimin standing there, behind the glass door.

In the story, Iseul has just been told off by Jun-seo, asked to stay away from him. But now, Jun-seo is watching him swim secretly from inside.

Jeongguk pushes his wet hair back as he looks at Jimin with an unwavering gaze.

Jimin just stands there, in his expensive suit, arms crossed, not knowing what to do, portraying Jun-seo’s mixed feelings.

Jeongguk walks up to him slowly, making every step feel heavy, letting him know that he’s coming for him. The slight panic in Jimin’s eyes goes well with that conflict that goes on inside his character, and Jeongguk tries to hide his awe for how well Jimin can act.

He stops right in front of him, just that glass door between them. Jeongguk dares him to look, challenges him with his eyes. Jun-seo is always watching Iseul through the glass, but it’s always secretive, he thought Iseul never noticed. But now, Iseul is presenting himself on a silver platter. Just in his swimming trunks, only a door between them, dripping wet.

Jimin swallows, then trails his eyes over him, every little thing, all the details of his body, until he’s yearning so bad that he touches the glass with his hand, tries to reach for him.

That’s not originally in the book, the glass touching. Jimin is improvising, and Jeongguk feels his temperature rise, just watching Jimin caress the glass, watching his eyelids drop like he just needs him right now.

Jeongguk slowly walks towards the handle of the sliding door, never once looking away from Jimin’s face. He waits there, because it isn’t his place to open the door, he needs Jimin to invite him in.

And Jimin takes an awfully long time to get there, just as excruciatingly slow as in the book, until he pulls on the handle and slides the door open, finally nothing between them anymore.

This is it.

Jeongguk’s heartbeat is in his ears, he feels it pumping, it’s overwhelming. He steps inside, water dripping on the expensive marble floor, searching for Jimin’s lips.

Need surges through his body, and he knows fully well that he’s playing a character, but his brain can’t make him believe that he’s Iseul right now, much less that Jimin is Jun-seo.

It’s him and Jimin.

Jimin reaches out with his hand, touches Jeongguk’s lips with his index and middle finger, feels them up. It’s not in the books, but Jeongguk plays along, cheeks burning hot as he kisses Jimin’s fingers.

Jimin seems turned on, nose and cheeks slightly red, eyes a little glazed as he brings his fingers back to his own lips and rubs over them, kisses them, to test the feeling.

Jeongguk watches with half-lidded eyes, how Jimin traces over his plump lips with the same fingers he just kissed, and he can’t fucking hold it anymore. He grabs Jimin by the back of his neck and kisses him.

Fucking finally.

All that teasing, all that shameless flirting. He’s so on edge that he could just push Jimin against the wall. Instead he puts it all into this kiss, moaning as he finally feels those lips on his own. Plump and soft and fuck- Jeongguk wants to ruin them completely.

When Jimin’s tongue slides in his mouth it makes his legs turn to jelly, and he has to hold onto Jimin tightly to not buckle under the pleasure.

He’s not even thinking about the cameras, or the scene, all he wants is Jimin’s mouth, his spit mixing with his own. His hands move rapidly over Jimin’s body, from his waist to his back to his ass, squeezing it in his hands. Before he knows it he’s pushing Jimin against the nearest wall, playing with his tongue, moaning into his mouth.

Jimin doesn’t let him pin him down, he switches their positions, pushes him against the wall instead, hands sliding over his waist, to his chest, brushing over his nipple which is definitely definitely not in this scene. Jeongguk gasps into his mouth, cock already hard, but Jimin doesn’t stop there.

He puts his thigh between his legs, bites gently on his lower lip before delving his tongue back into his mouth. Jeongguk whimpers, it sounds pathetic, but he’s so fucking horny. And Jimin is pressing his thigh against his cock like this, feeling up his chest, kissing him completely senseless.

He can’t help but grind against it, hand slipping under Jimin’s suit to feel him up, loosening his tie.

Then the knock comes.

The fucking knock.

The cue to end the scene.

Jeongguk doesn’t want it to end. He pretends he didn’t hear it, pulling Jimin closer by his tie and mouthing at his lips desperate for more, panting with need.

There’s another knock, and then a:

“Jeongguk, Jimin, cut!”

———————

Jeongguk is so glad that he gets a big towel to wrap around himself, because his raging boner was gonna poke someone’s eye out. He’s still trying to come down from that high. Jimin’s pretty half-lidded eyes haunting his mind.

“That scene was.. incredible.”

Seungho says to them, a glint in his eyes that’s hard not to enjoy. He’s so pumped, like he really is gonna change cinema, like this movie is gonna be the biggest thing ever.

He dares to look at Jimin again, sees how he’s smiling his pretty signature smile to Seungho.

“That fire, that spark, you both showed it so well. I don’t think we’ll even need another take.”

Jeongguk is glad to hear the scene was good, but on the other hand, there aren’t much more kissing scenes, and he wouldn’t mind doing another take..

He purses his lips a little, can’t help it, he’s pouting. When Jimin sees it, he doesn’t hide his amusement.

“What is it Jeonggukie?”

Shit.

Seungho now looks at him expectantly, and he feels his cheeks burn up a bit.

“Uh, nothing.“

“Nonsense, I’m all ears for your input. You portray Iseul so well, if you have any suggestions please tell me.”

Jimin and Seungho patiently wait for him to say something, and he clears his throat, looking down.

“Maybe.. maybe we could do another take? Just so we have different angles. Or like a close up, or something.”

There’s a long silence, and Jeongguk feels his cheeks turn redder by the second.

“Mm.. I don’t think we need to, this scene is without any cuts, it’s very alive right now. You should see for yourself.”

Jeongguk gets a laptop pushed into his hands, and the scene they just did pops up in front of his eyes. Jimin comes to stand next to him, watches the screen as well.

And Seungho is right.

When they kiss, filmed from the side, everything is perfectly visible. Without any cuts, the tension feels so thick.

His breath hitches as he watches himself kiss Jimin, sees himself getting lost in a trance, sees how Jimin is also enjoying it. Or at least, acting like he’s enjoying it.

Shit, he really squeezed Jimin’s ass on camera.

It makes his body heat up all over again, as he sees himself push Jimin against the wall, and then Jimin pushing him against the wall. The camera can’t quite see where Jimin is brushing over his nipple, but Jeongguk can tell by his own gasp what’s happening.

Sneaky.

Did Jimin know it wouldn’t be picked up on camera?

Same with the leg between his thigh, it’s not where the camera is focusing on at all, instead it shows only how his hand goes up to Jimin’s tie to loosen it, to pull on it, before they break apart at the knock on the door.

“Perfect.” Jimin whispers, making the hair’s on Jeongguk’s neck stand up straight. “Seems like we won’t need a retake, Jeonggukie.”

“Yeah..”

He agrees softly, a little disappointed he can’t kiss Jimin again soon.

———————

It’s bad isn’t it? To jerk off thinking about your co-star. Your co-star who’s 10 years older than you and dating a woman. Jeongguk bites his lip, guilt in the pit of his stomach as he tugs on his cock a little faster, closing his eyes as he relives the kiss, and the moments before the kiss.

“Mmh- fuck..”

The way Jimin had teased him right before, cupping him through his pants, feeling him up. Blood rushes up to his ears as he bucks into his hand just like he had with Jimin’s.

“Fuck-“

Jimin’s lips on his, gentle bites and the way he uses his tongue. The way he licked his ice cream, Jimin on his knees for him.

“Oh fuck- yes.”

Jimin licking his cock just like that, stroking the base, taking him into his mouth, sucking on the head of his cock. Half-lidded eyes staring up at him.

He’s going insane.

He opens his teary eyes, sees his cock leaking on his stomach already. Hasn’t even been 5 minutes and he’s gonna come just fantasising about Jimin.

“Jeonggukie?”

Shit.

Jeongguk’s eyes fly over to the door of his trailer, and then he quickly sits up and covers himself with the blanket before Jimin opens the door and peeks his head around the corner.

Fuck.

“There’s a big dinner party, I thought you were coming?”

Jeongguk thought he was coming too.

“N-no I- I didn’t wanna- I need to practice my lines.”

Jimin blinks, eyes over the bed looking for a script that isn’t there, and then scans Jeongguk’s upper body and face. He seems to realise what he’s walked into.

“Oh.”

Fuck. Jeongguk holds his breath as he fists his blanket in his hand, trying to channel the shame. Looking at that Angel face he just wants to slap some sense into himself.

“I- I’m sorry- I didn’t think anyone was here.”

Jeongguk explains.

“Oh no, I mean, this is your trailer, you can get off whenever you want.”

Fuck.

The way Jimin says it so casually makes Jeongguk’s cock twitch under the blanket, and he wants to die inside a little bit.

Besides, isn’t the normal response to walking in on someone jerking off to walk out? Why is Jimin just standing there? Why is he running his eyes over his body as if he’s trying to have a look through the blanket.

Oh no, he really is going insane. He is delusional. A fucking million dollar net worth actor checking him out, as if. Get a fucking grip.

“Are you.. going to the dinner party?”

He asks then.

Jimin shakes his head, and walks into his trailer, closing the door. Jeongguk’s heart stops, he’s literally naked, all his clothes hanging over the chair that Jimin now takes a seat on.

“No, I was gonna go if you were, but if you’re not going I’ll have to make sure you eat.”

Ah, he’s still doing that. Checking if he’s eating. Ever since he skipped that lunch some time ago Jimin has made sure he’s eating well. It’s a sweet gesture, if only Jeongguk were not naked right now he could have answered a normal sentence, but now he just makes a strange noise and shuts himself up.

There’s an amused smirk on Jimin’s lips just for a small second before it disappears, and Jeongguk wonders if he just imagined it.

“Also, I wanted to talk to you.. cause I think I’ve been treating you a bit.. unfairly.”

Jimin says, averting his gaze. He looks a little ashamed, and Jeongguk sits up a bit straighter, tilts his head.

“You know I’ve been flirting with you a lot, right?”

Jimin asks, confirming Jeongguk’s suspicions. Well, he was fairly sure Jimin was flirting, but still it’s difficult to see reality when you’re crushing on someone.

“I just.. noticed how fun you are to tease. And I noticed you have a bit of a crush on me. So.. I’ve been flirting with you for the sake of the scenes.”

Oh.

Jeongguk’s heart clenches, and he blinks a few times, processing that information. Jimin looks at him, a little apologetically, and Jeongguk just feels a cold shiver run down his spine.

“I thought it would look more real that way, if you craved me a little more. That’s why I’ve been doing all those things behind the scenes. But that means.. I’ve probably been playing with your feelings. So, I wanted to say sorry for that.”

Shit.

Jeongguk bites on his tongue as he goes over all the little flirty things Jimin has done, and now discovering they weren’t for him at all. He feels his stomach turn a little uncomfortably, and he just looks down at his hand holding the blanket.

Man, what a rejection.

He just nods slowly, because he doesn’t know what to say. Of course he gets that Jimin is a star actor, and he’s trying to make the best of this movie, but.. he didn’t think he’d play around with him like that.

Maybe that’s just showbusiness. He should have prepared himself a little more, that things are not always what they seem, that he should guard himself.

“I guess I just wanted to say it.. so your crush doesn’t develop.”

Jimin adds, making it worse.

Who is he to tell him he shouldn’t have a crush? What’s wrong with it?

Jeongguk bites his tongue, keeps it all in, he just nods again.

“Jeonggukie..”

“Don’t call me that.”

He says, not to be mean, just because it sounds too sweet and it makes his heart do stupid things.

“Look, I do like you, I think you’re adorable and funny and sweet, but I don’t want to lead you on.”

Oh, fantastic. Adorable, funny, sweet. That’s exactly what he wants to hear right now. That he’s such a nice guy and Jimin thinks he’s a good little dongsaeng. He cringes a little, pulls the blankets up higher.

“I understand.”

He says softly, unable to look in Jimin’s eyes. He’s not really sad, he’s just.. kind of done with it. Being turned down like this is really a massive blow to his ego, even though he thought it wasn’t that big.

And on the other hand, he shouldn’t have been so delusional in the first place. Park Jimin, as if he could pull him. Ridiculous.

“Should I leave you for a bit? I’d make you dinner but you seem to want to be alone.”

Jimin proposes, and Jeongguk nods.

“Yeah, I’ll make my own dinner. Sorry, I just have to-“

“No don’t apologise. I get it. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

Jimin says again, standing up. Jeongguk dares to look at him then. Jimin gives him a small sincere smile.

“Really make dinner okay? Don’t skip it.”

“Yeah, I won’t.”

He says, though when Jimin gets out of his trailer, he just sinks down in his bed, deflating like a balloon, and doesn’t move until the sun comes up.

———————

“Wow.. so he was doing it all for the scenes.. that’s cold.”

“Yeah.” Jeongguk throws a dart at his dartboard, misses. “I should have seen it coming. He’s always riling me up before scenes.”

“Yeah but.. how could you have seen that coming? It’s not really a normal thing to do. Like, I think it’s very mean actually.”

“I agree with Taehyung, it’s a little icy of him to be honest.”

Jeongguk bites his cheek at Namjoon’s words, grabs his darts from the floor. Icy isn’t a word he wants to associate with Angel Park Jimin. Then again, it does feel like that. He’d never expected Jimin to be so meticulous about work that he’d play around with him like that.

“Are you okay gguk?”

“Hm? Yeah I’m good, just had a bit of a reality check.”

“Don’t let it drag you down, not many people can say they’ve been turned down by Park Jimin!”

“Hoseok-ah, you’re supposed to make him feel better.”

“It’s alright. I guess in some time it’s gonna be a fun story to look back on.”

He says, smiling a little dejectedly at his phone.

“That’s right, now, focus on having fun on set, and just forget this whole ordeal.”

“Yeah, I’ll just do that..”

———————

It isn’t surprising that filming goes a little rougher now. Even though Jimin tries to be nice to him, it feels like charity, and Jeongguk hates that type of attention so he shuts down.

Instead he hangs out a little more with Min Jiyeon, who’s way more fun than he anticipated. Because she’s usually a little quiet on set, he hadn’t talked more than formalities with her, but now that they’ve had a few more scenes and he’s seen her act all extravagant, they’ve bonded a bit more.

They spend most lunches together, while Jimin is off being a social butterfly. If anything, it seems like Jimin is trying to give him a little more space, because he used to hang around him all the time.

It goes on like that for about a week, when suddenly one evening, after they all had dinner together, Jimin drags him away by his wrist.

“Woah, Jimin-hyung?”

Jimin doesn’t reply, he just drags him outside, where no one else can see them. Once Jimin is sure no one’s around he looks up at him. Jeongguk sees now that Jimin’s cheeks are slightly red, eyes a little hazy. Ah, he’s had too much soju.

“What’s up? Are you nauseous? Do you need me to hold your hair?”

He asks, but Jimin shakes his head, instead he just folds his arms, pouts his lips a bit. If Jeongguk is right about this, he’d think Jimin is.. sulking?

Cute.

His heart does a little thing and he has to clench his jaw not to coo at the sight. Why is Jimin so adorable? Even 10 years older than him, Jeongguk just wants to squish his cheeks and kiss his cute nose.

Okay, get it together.

“I uh.. I miss you.”

Jimin says then, looking down at his arms.

Jeongguk isn’t sure he heard that right, but when Jimin looks up with - what can only be described as - puppy eyes, he knows that’s exactly what he said.

Fuck, what a fatal attack on the heart. Never in his life did he think Jimin would say that to him, give him a look like this. He’s ready to fold when he slaps some sense into himself. Jimin is probably only doing this because he wants the movie to be good.

“I know you’re still upset with me, but I didn’t lie when I said that I do like you a lot.” Jimin drawls, hiccuping in between. “I’ve been giving you space but you’re giving me the cold shoulder, and I don’t like it.”

Jimin continues, a faux-sad expression on his face.

He’s good at that. The cutesy thing. Would have anyone simp for him if he just bats his pretty lashes. Jeongguk is staring, he hasn’t been looking at Jimin properly the past week.

It’s evident why, because he’s one of those simps. Jimin brings 0.01% of his charm and Jeongguk is a mess.

“I won’t flirt with you, I promise. I just want to be friends okay?”

Ah.. friends. Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek, looking at Jimin who’s trying to keep himself standing upright. Fuck, he really did drink a lot. Or is he a lightweight? That wouldn’t surprise him either.

Jimin almost stumbles, so Jeongguk grabs him quickly.

“Alright, you need to get back to your trailer hyung.”

Jimin groans in protest, but lets Jeongguk guide him there anyway. If that isn’t gonna be a massive hangover tomorrow..

“Why’d you drink this much?”

“Mm?”

“You’re really drunk. Why did you drink this much?”

“Naeun forbids me to drink.. so when I have the chance I.. can’t stop.”

Oh, right.

Im Naeun.

Jimin’s rumoured girlfriend.

He never mentions her, and never replied to Jeongguk saying something about her. So Jeongguk assumed maybe they weren’t together after all, maybe it really was a rumour.

Now that he hears it straight from Jimin’s mouth he’s a bit surprised.

“Ah.. that’s sweet, she’s trying to take care of you.”

Jeongguk says then, but Jimin chuckles at that, almost trips.

“Yeah, the sweetest. The love of my life.”

Sarcasm drips from Jimin’s tone, and Jeongguk isn’t really sure if he should ask any more about this situation. Maybe they had a fight? Jimin doesn’t seem sad or angry though, he’s just chuckling as if it’s funny.

“Are you two okay?”

Jeongguk asks, a little too curious for his own good. They reach the door of Jimin’s trailer, and he lets go of Jimin’s arm.

“Yeah, never been happier.”

Jimin says, still kind of dry. He looks in his pockets for his keys, swaying a little from one leg to the other.

Jeongguk is a bit intrigued, but also, Jimin is drunk. He shouldn’t be prying in his personal life right now.

“What about you Jeonggukie?”

Jimin asks, finding his keys, but he doesn’t open the door yet. Instead he leans his back against it, facing him.

“What about me?”

Jeongguk asks.

“You’re young, and hot, are you not seeing anyone?”

Hot. Jimin called him hot again. Without any correlation to his character this time, just entirely about his own looks. Jimin thinks he’s hot. That’s good. That’s really good. That’s better than adorable, funny, sweet.

“I uhh.. am not. I’m single.”

“Really?” Jimin is actually surprised, eyes widening.

“Yeah, I.. I mean I like going out and meeting people, but relationships are kind of hard in this field of work.”

He had a girlfriend some time ago, but he couldn’t see her much when he got cast in City Lines. On top of that he had a love interest in the show, and his girlfriend just couldn’t handle that jealousy, so they broke it off.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

Jimin says softly, looking down. He looks a bit downcast now, as if he’s remembering something. Jeongguk wonders if Jimin had the same experiences as him. Maybe he misses his ex? Or is this about Naeun?

Ah, he hates being curious.

“Uhm, thank you for walking me back.. I shouldn’t have drank this much. You don’t have to take care of me.”

Jimin says then, looking like he’s feeling guilty.

“No, please, I don’t mind hyung. Just make sure to rest well.”

Jimin nods, about to go inside, but then he turns back towards him.

“You didn’t reply.”

“To what?”

“I said I want to be friends, you never said anything.”

Oh, right. Friends. Jeongguk feels his cheeks burn a little as he watches Jimin’s hopeful expression.

Truth is, he doesn’t think he can handle it. Being friends. Jimin only has to say one word and he’s completely under his spell. Even if Jimin doesn’t flirt with him, even if he’s just being kind, Jeongguk has a soft spot for him.

Then again, it’d be weird to say no.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s be friends.”

He says, seeing Jimin’s expression of worry change to that eye-blinding smile. His eyes turn into pretty little crescents, lips stretching, showing his beautiful row of teeth, cheeks a little pink from drinking.

Yeah, Jeongguk is fucked.