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1 : A Megastar to the rescue

Three and a half years ago

Jimin tutted, interrupting his personal assistant's assignment. "Ms. Saina."

The lady turned to see Jimin sitting on his make-up chair in the vanity at the shooting location. "Yes, dear?"

Raking his fingers through the hair, Jimin huffed out calmly. His legs were spread apart just like he always sat intimidatingly, making anyone in his presence feel small and irrelevant. He sat like a king and walked like he owned the world. "I need your advice on this," the star spoke softly, with a jut of his brow and eye movement towards the iPad screen.

Kyla Saina was the only woman who got to see Jimin in his lows and ups. She wasn't only an assistant, but also an advisor. The lady put back the food bag that the spot boy had brought on the dresser, and strolled towards the table where the iPad sat. A video was playing over and over mutely as she picked it up to unmute it.

'Please say yes, Jimin.'

'Yes, Jungkook! You go boy.'

'Love yourself. Boem sucks!'

As the chants turned silent, pressing his chin to his chest, Jimin only raised his eyes, looking up at the lady. It was his signature look in the movie scenes which hypnotized the audiences, making them feel feared or even turned on by it. "A high school senior asked a boy named Beom to the dance, but he said no." He leaned back on the chair.

Kyla dropped her gaze back down to the screen again. "Now this boy wants to go with you."

"What do you think?"

"What does your PR team thinks?" Kyla put the iPad down and walked away to check Jimin's food again.

"They think I have to stay put after the drunk driving accident last week," Jimin spoke, head resting over the high chair, hair suspending in the air like an inverted crown.

"You asked me my opinion. I say this is exactly the reason you go," Kyla brought the mug of Matcha Latte with Boba and sugar-free pudding for the man, just what she wanted the actor to be into these days after he constantly sought out alcohol without consulting her. "Superstar Jimin lets success get to his head after he drives while being drunk and crashes with a man." She reminded Jimin of the headlines that were made to the papers a week ago.

"The superstar saved the day of a senior by saying yes to him to his prom," Kyla continued, animatedly opening her hands to form a headline symbol. "People love these sort of things and I think what you need right now is a bit of good publicity." She handed the mug to the man who silently accepted it.

As Kyla continued to tidy around Jimin's costumes for the next scene, the man sat in deep thoughts, never telling anyone what he was thinking, but he often spaced out. It worried Kyla to no extent, but even she couldn't get the actor to talk in four years, not really.

"Cancel my shoot, and call my stylist," Jimin spoke after a few minutes of silence that fell in the vanity. "Get my hair electric blue, I am going to the damn prom."

**

Jungkook sat on his patio, hyperventilating as he donned a Dior suit delivered to him a few hours ago along with a corsage brooch pin and shoes, ensuring him that his look cemented his way to the best-dressed male tonight, if not prom king. After he received a phone call from Ms. Saina, he thought he was being pranked, but soon, Jimin took it upon himself to post over his social media that he was going to pay a visit to a school tonight, but he kept it a surprise by omitting the name of the school from the post.