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12 : The cursed movie or what?

"This looks like any lover's spot," Jungkook commented, looking at the beach restaurant after getting out of Taehyung's car.

"Don't worry, we are still friends."

The brunette's eyes fell on the brown-haired man's face and he chuckled a bit, feeling that perhaps the older had a perversion behind his helping hand after all.

"Jimin asked me not to trust you... Or Mr. Kim." The young male said blatantly.

"I am a Kim too, Jungkook. It seems like your Mr. Park has something against the Kim line."

"That's not true," Jungkook countered matter-of-factly and got around the car so the two could scurry away from the parking area towards the exotic seating by the pier of the beach. "His fashion and make-up stylist is also a Kim."

"Seokjin?" Taehyung asked.

"I thought he went by Jin," Jungkook mumbled with creases on his forehead before he averted his gaze to the older male's face. Although he hadn't met the man often — it was usually the stylist's team that worked closely with Jimin — he still knew about Jin from the files and a short conclave. "Tall, tells poor jokes, dresses weirdly, and has broad shoulders?"

"Yeah," Taehyung chortled at how Jungkook had described Seokjin. Many would call the guy handsome, or even pretty, but Jungkook wasn't many. "The same one." He gestured for him to sit on the chair as they approached the seating area and settled on one across the small, round table himself.

"Thank you for this today. I have been bored lately." Jungkook expressed his gratitude after taking a look around. Every time he got a date, Jimin would call him in miraculously. It was like speaking of the devil and the devil appearing. Taking a break, though short — seemed bliss.

"Did you not make friends here yet?" Taehyung asked, picking the tissue from the box and dabbing it on his face to remove excessive sweat.

"I don't have much time honestly," Jungkook also picked one tissue, suddenly conscious of how he was looking as he peeked at the glass screen of his mobile phone to check his face. "Jimin calls in even on weekends. And especially with his new movie project, we are mostly traveling over Saturdays and so I have to forget about my personal life." 

"Don't do this mistake, Jungkook. You will soon start having an identity crisis." Taehyung raised his hand to invite the waiter's attention after discarding the tissue in a nearby bin.

Before the young woman could walk toward their table, the two had enough time to converse casually. Jungkook sighed, fidgeting with the crumpled tissue in his palm while looking at the serene blue water and thinking, Only if I had a choice. "This is life now."

"Then I am glad I took you away from that routine."

The 22-year-old smiled, feeling a bit like a recluse under the intense gaze that the brown-eyed man had on him. He realized just how handsome Taehyung's facial features were with an extremely symmetrical face and perfect nose, not too big or small. He could become an actor as far as Jungkook was concerned. "Did you want to come to the film industry or did you have any other dreams?" He asked with a sudden realization. 

"Honestly speaking, I never had any dream. I just wanted to have a cool job among my friends and be able to earn good money. It seems that I have accomplished that, but sometimes the work takes too much from me. What about you?"

Jungkook wanted to ask more, but he also didn't want to pry. "I am a videography major. I had two job offers to accept, but I took Jimin's assistant role because... Well, because you know — he is Park Jimin."

Taehyung chortled, shaking his head slowly while arching his brows. "I get it," he raised his hands in surrender. "I have been his fan all my life. The man is one-time edition."