When Kim Taehyung's fictional romance with his costar Jeon Jeongguk feels more genuine than anything he accomplished in his entire acting career, he believes it shouldn't be a problem: after all, it's just acting.
But isn't it wrong to be envisioni...
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"That looks absolutely ridiculous. Are we supposed to wear that?" Taehyung made a face, trying his best not to move too much while the stylist was fixing his hair.
"It's a sex scene," Jeongguk waved the proposed "dick pouch" around, his nose crinkling. "They're always ridiculous."
"Seriously though? A dick pouch?" Taehyung instantly frowned when Jeongguk set the bag on the counter. "God, why are you putting it there?"
"Because this one's for you, and we need these for decency I guess," He said cooly. "And I have my own thing. I got to pick it, and it's in my dressing room."
"You... picked it? So there are multiple? Jeongguk, that's just gross," Taehyung pretended to gag. At that, Jeongguk warily glanced between his hands and the pouch, visibly debating to wash his hands.
"I'm pretty sure it's washed though," He said carefully, his voice small.
"You don't sound too sure of yourself," Taehyung mumbled. It didn't take long for Jeongguk to react. He immediately reached over for the handsanitizer on the counter and pumped a generous amount into his palm.
"You're right," Jeongguk shivered, rubbing his hands together. "It's gross."
"What's gross?" Penn asked when Hoseok and she entered the dressing room. Hoseok shut the door behind them, and both managers sat down on the couch that fit snugly within Taehyung's trailer.
"Oh is that the infamous dick pouch?" Hoseok spoke up before either Taehyung and Jeongguk could speak up. He pointed at the burlap sack. Jeongguk nodded and gestured at him to take it but Hoseok shook his head.
"I'm good. I'm a manager for a reason. I'll leave that contraption to you guys," Hoseok chuckled uneasily. Taehyung, on the otherhand, rolled his eyes.
"Do they really use dick pouches? It's not like you guys have a full frontal scene, right?" Penn eyed the bag with pure disgust and mild bewilderment that it was an actual thing. Both Jeongguk and Taehyung shook their head.
"No, we don't. I think it's just for decency and such." Taehyung thanked the stylist when she was done and all of them waved at her before she took her leave. "I didn't think both of us have to wear one."
"I think Yoongi doesn't want us to touch," Jeongguk spoke up. "It's not like it matters anyway."
"What? What do you mean?" Penn frowned. She and Hoseok exchanged confused looks.
"I've been spending a lot of time with Taehyung," Jeongguk nonchalantly. "He stays over too."
Taehyung nearly choked on air.
"He means that we're just close," Taehyung quickly explained, side-eyeing Jeongguk. Jeongguk raised an eyebrow at him, to which Taehyung shook his head at.
"We've been going over lines and stuff!" Hoseok and Penn didn't really seem to believe him. Taehyung bit down on his bottom lip.
