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14 : Bare body protest

Jimin had a feisty personality — it was no secret — that was what made him a star. He wasn't someone who could be ordered around. That was what the actor was proving as he walked about in just his underwear and refused to get dressed at all. "Jimin. Please, listen to me at least."

"If your sentence will have any word including the director, everyone is watching, or to wear something, I suggest you go home and sleep because it is going to be a long night, love."

"The director said yes."

"So soon?" Jimin shook his head. When the producer asked Jimin to wear a novice brand, he retaliated by not wearing anything. Everyone was ready for the scene, but that didn't mean that Kim Suzi, among many, didn't enjoy the free show, despite having wasted their hours when they all could go back home and play hide and seek with kids or rage-fuck. "I was planning on being like this. It feels liberating, Jungkook. Come on and strip with me." He pulled the assistant close and Jungkook chuckled nervously, skimming through the crowd on the set. 

"Jimin. Jimin." He held onto the older's hands in protest that was tweaking his shirt's button.

"Yes, dear?" The actor looked up at Jungkook, pausing momentarily.

"Please no... I am not built like you. I am ashamed of walking like this in public."

"Waldo is such a mood killer, Sheh!" Letting Jungkook's hand go, Jimin bent over and touched his feet with his fingers, making the 22-year-old's body heat up with the surge of hormones. "What lesson did we learn today?" He asked while standing up, tracking the younger's eyes.

"That Jimin doesn't wear anything which doesn't poke a hole in a pocket," Jungkook reprised, trying to tear away his gaze from the handsome bulge on the boxers, but he wasn't capable of doing it.

The older man smirked. "I will take you shopping tonight. Cancel all your plans." He filed ahead, leaving Jungkook behind, perplexed.

"What plans?" Jungkook smiled at the crew before chasing after Jimin, but hearing someone holler his name with fury, he squinted his eyes shut and waited for the familiar man to come at him. "Jin Hyung... I was wondering when I would hear from you."

"I haven't slept in three days. I bet you can tell by my red-rimmed eyes." Jin was standing right behind the assistant when he turned.

"I was-"

The stylist tutted, raising his finger at Jungkook and shaking his head calmly. "Ninety-seven workers, three companies, thirty days of planning, thirteen days of designing the costume, and finally, three days of stitching it together. You didn't only spill coffee on a tux, baby boy, you ruined all of our efforts combined."

"I am so sorry, Hyung. I really didn't mean for it to happen," Jungkook felt worse, hearing the work that was gone behind one outfit that was intended to be worn for three hours for a movie awards night. "I don't know how that god-forsaken coffee machine got inside that room."

Jin's hand found Jungkook's hair between his fingers as the assistant blanched a bit, but didn't dare to pull away even when he might have been assaulted by the designer for all he knew. "What did you use in your hair?"

"Err- I don't know. It was Jimin's." Jungkook answered with baffled expressions at the effective change of subject.

"Jojoba oil and aloe vera mixed with vanilla and rose. It's my hair mask," Jin mumbled as if trying to remember the syllabus on the subject he had studied way prior. "Consider yourself lucky to be using my products." Jungkook was in the process of heaving a sigh when Jin stepped back, but he abruptly held in his breath when the man in parrot green wide-leg pants and Fuschia pink waistcoat turned towards him again. "For free."