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17 : Top tier front row guests

"But if he wore that white outfit, he'd have been looking like an angel smiling in a meadow right now," Jin said, making Jungkook feel guilt again for ruining the outfit. 

"He still looks like a God of Aphrodite. You need to stop being so obsessed with your own creations." Jungkook countered Jin as he stood near the camera stand with a glass of drink, seeing Jimin in a new shade of blue hair. He was sitting on a round table equipped with shining pieces over the shimmering table cloth, candles, and wine glasses. Another actor, Kim Jungki, and Jimin's rival — if one could ever come close to being it, and two Oscar-winning directors sat. 

Jimin pointed toward him for a refill and he instantly scampered to the bar after pushing his glass in Seokjin's hand. Jin glared at Jungkook as he sprinted away — seeing the black suit that he donned that Jimin had requested him to make. The suit was a head turner for sure, especially the real silver work in it. The assistant returned soon with the wine bottle and bent to place it on the actor's table. "You have had quite too many, Jimin. Your performance will be soon. Are you sure you want to drink more?" He warned. 

Jin could see how the actor only leaned closer to listen to his assistant and then patted his shoulder with an affirmative nod. Jungkook looked tense as he swayed before deciding to walk back to join the stylist. "What did he say?" He asked as Jungkook approached him. 

Jungkook could tell Jin wasn't really interested in knowing what Jimin said, judging by how his eyes were darted at his huge diamond-studded elegant watch as if he was waiting for something. "His performance is in twenty minutes. Is your team ready?"

"Team?" The stylist now begrudgingly stared at Jungkook, noticing how a diamond sparkled in the platinum hoop ring in his left ear. "Darling, nobody touches my Jimin. I swear by it."

"I am sorry," Jungkook chuckled. "Are you ready to do his make-up then? Because I swear I saw your hands shaking for a moment there."

"Shut up, you," Jin warned and bottomed out the harsh scotch. "How do I look?" He asked, shoving both the glasses back into Jungkook's hands and patting his own cheeks to gain some natural blush on them. 

"You clean up pretty well," Jungkook smiled, looking mischievously at the man he could talk to amidst all the famous people sitting in the hall. 

"That's not a compliment, you know!" Jin stepped away, curling his finger in the string that was dangling through his shimmering black-blouse sleeve. The man was tall, but with six-inch pencil-heeled stilettos, he looked taller than any fellow present in the arena.

A lot of them loathed how Jin was an open gender non-binary and a gay, despite how talented he was. Jungkook respected the man, and also Jimin for hiring him when no one would give him any work. At least he treats a few people nicely.

The assistant's attention went back to Jimin and then to the stage where a group of actresses was performing. In the cue cards flashing on the big screens at the front of the stage, he was seeing Jimin's name after five more performances, and suddenly the lines flipped and the actor's name slid down by two more performances. "What the hell?" He barked up with a deep frown.

If Jimin knew, he would stand up and walk away, not caring about the organizers. He immediately rushed to the actor's table, avoiding Namjoon's gaze, who was sitting at the actor's adjacent table with a few actresses.

"Jungkook?" He heard Taehyung's little voice and turned to see the man in hair shorter than the last time he had seen him. 

"Not now." 

"Then when? You haven't given me a chance to speak."

Jimin was eyeballing his assistant and seeing how Taehyung was making him squeamish. He kept staring without blinking and saw how Jungkook got rid of the other male within a few seconds.