Sprint • Take one (Cruelty of Fate) (Patreon)

It’s a terrible, uncomfortable feeling to be on set, knowing that everyone around him knows Jimin made him cum yesterday, but it’s even worse now that Naeun is here, chaperoning.

Jimin has been giving him apologetic looks all day but they haven’t had any alone time because of Naeun, so even if Jimin wanted to explain, he just can’t.

That’s why filming goes horrible today, they have to retake many scenes, even his solo scenes go wrong, and Jimin isn’t all that in it today too. In their weeks and weeks of filming, Seungho has never looked so frustrated.

To the point where Jeongguk is dragged apart into a room and asked what is up with him, if he’s sick, if he needs medicine. 

He feels so unprofessional, can barely put his feelings aside from filming. Maybe he should have never auditioned for this role. What’s that saying? Meeting your heroes can only disappoint you.

Although, after reflecting over it the entire night he knows he’s to blame as well. He asked Jimin about his relationship, he knew he was seeing Naeun, it was just the tone of voice back then, it hadn’t sounded that serious. And the continuous touching and flirting after that just got the best of him.

He should have been more responsible.

Meeting Naeun is the single most awkward experience of his life. Jimin formally introduces her as his girlfriend, and he bows

to her while he knows he almost had sex with her fiancé last night, and she knows Jimin made him come on set.

Jimin keeps giving him those eyes, like he wants a chance to explain, but with Naeun, well, there is none.

So, yeah.

Lovely.

He’s absolutely exhausted after the last take, goes out to have a smoke behind his trailer. 

Taehyung calls him like he always does, so he picks up.

“How are you? Did you two talk?”

“No, there’s no chance to. Naeun is attached to his hip.”

“I think you mean ‘they’re attached to the hip’”

Namjoon says in the back, like the grammar nazi he is.

“Maybe she stapled herself to his hip, and is thus: attached.” 

That’s definitely Jin, Jeongguk can hear it even over all the background noise.

“Ignore them.” Taehyung says. “How are you feeling? You said you thought about quitting.”

“Still thinking about it.” He takes a drag of his cigarette, looks down at the ground. “I messed up all my takes, I don’t know how to act.”

“See, that euphemism works.”

“Plus, it’s ironic, since he’s an actor.”

This time, he does give a half snort at the background comments.

“Shouldn’t you just ask Jimin to talk in private?”

“I thought about that..” He sighs, rubs over his forehead. “But I really don’t know what could even make it better. Every conversation I imagine is not gonna end how I want it to end.”

“Don’t tell me you want it to end in you two getting together?”

Taehyung sounds genuinely concerned and.. fuck, maybe he is delusional. Maybe he’s a pathetic loser with a crush. He hunches down, covers his face with his hand.

“Oh Jeonggukkie.. you’re really gone gone for him.”

“Sorry— it’s stupid. I should have never taken this stupid role.”

“Don’t say that, you’re perfect for the role. But maybe filming intimate scenes with an actor you’ve had a major crush on for years is not the best way to.. like, genuinely meet someone?”

“Mm.” He nods, takes another drag. “I feel like an idiot for crushing so hard.”

“Maybe you should just give it a few weeks, instead of calling it quits now. Maybe the situation can change unexpectedly.”

“I don’t see how. Every time I think about it, I feel like I’m more and more convinced I should just quit this movie altogether.”

“Jeonggukie?”

Oh shit.

He whips his head to his side, sees Jimin there, coming up behind his trailer.

“Is that Jimin?”

“Yeah, gotta go.”

“Is Naeun stapled—“

He hangs up quickly, and stands up straight. 

Jimin walks up to him, those stars in his dark brown eyes twinkling with guilt.

“Are you.. really thinking about quitting?”Jimin asks, nods at his phone. “You don’t want the role anymore?”

Oh, he heard that..

Heat rushes to his cheeks and he just shrugs, but he can barely act right. Last night is still fresh on his mind, he’s still so fucking confused.

“I don’t know.” He averts his gaze. “I don’t know how to.. continue like this.”

“Because of.. what happened between us?”

Jimin lowers his voice, just in case.

Jeongguk looks at him, sees he’s still in his Jun-seo outfit, probably came here right after filming his last take, his hair pushed back like that, one black strand falling above his brow bone.

So attractive.

“I just don’t know.. how to even talk to you now. Let alone on set.”

He admits, wrapping an arm around himself. 

Jimin’s eyes droop, and he gives a slow nod. 

“I’m so sorry. For everything, for using you on set, for not telling you about my situation— I never anticipated that I would— that we would end up.. like that.”

Jimin’s cheeks turn pink, it’s visible in the harsh studio light from his trailer. 

And god, just the image of Jimin on top of him, his finger against his rim, has him burning up.

“I thought.. that it was just a cute crush, a fleeting one,”

Jimin says, looks down at his feet.

“Mm.” 

He nods, he thought so too, thought it wouldn’t affect him.

“.. but I like you way more than I can allow myself.”

“Mm—“

Jeongguk blinks, stops mid-hum. He thought Jimin was talking about him. 

He quickly whips his head towards Jimin, who just looks at his shoes, kicks some rocks like he didn’t just admit he has feelings for him.

Oh god. 

His pulse quickens, he doesn’t know what the fuck to say.

“You— you like me?”

This time Jimin whips his head back, blinks a few times.

“You didn’t know?”