Fae's Painted Secrets

Chapter 12

It had taken about a week of back-and-forth emails between you and Big Hit before contract terms were agreed upon and you were finally given a date for you to come in to sign everything. As you stood in front of your closet you contemplated what to wear to the meeting. You wanted to dress up but not go over the top. Yes this was a business meeting, but you were an artist, and you wanted to stay true to who you were. Finally opting on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a loose white flowy tank with a black military style jacket with chunky heeled black ankle booties and some select jewelry. As you were applying light makeup and putting some beach waves in your hair you thought over the past week with a smile. Every night some of the boys had come over to hang out with you. They had all done everything they could to make you feel comfortable and welcomed in their group. Only Jimin at this point had put you on edge with his odd looks and staring. Whenever he was over with the others you had done everything you could to keep him out of your office as to avoid questions that you weren't ready to answer. Looking yourself over in the mirror you nodded to yourself and headed out for your appointment at Big Hit.

"As per our discussions everything is outlined here. All sessions involving actually painting the boys will be done in your studio with minimal staffing on both parties' sides. You will handle all painting, makeup and photographing unless you state otherwise. They will be bringing any necessary clothing with them. Editing of the photos will be handled by you unless it's agreed with everyone that we handle it. Rights to the photos will belong with Big Hit. Full artistic credit will be yours of course." Sung-Min said. He was one of the guy's managers but the main one you dealt with. You nodded your head. "That all sounds accurate" you commented while reading through all of the documents, making sure everything was in order.

"And of course, we do ask that you refrain from posting anything on social media about this. We take the secrecy of our concepts seriously. As well as refrain posting about working with them until after they do. And any photos that are used will need to follow the guidelines that the company set forth in the contract." He added on. Finishing with reading the last page you grabbed the pen and went to sign but paused. "And the terms can be amended at anytime if need be?" you confirmed the last line. He nodded his head "that would be correct. It's mainly for the protection of our artists." You hummed and began signing and initialing everywhere that had a sticky tag for it. Once the finial signature was done you set the pen down and shot him a smile. "Fantastic, we'll get these filed and have a copy sent to you. And now that this is done I was told that the boys invited you to observe some of their dance practice is that correct?" he asked with a smile. You grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "They did, I think that was the highlight of the day for me" you joked. "Well, lets not keep them waiting, if you'll follow me then." He stood to show you the way. Gathering your bag, you followed him out and off to the dance studio.

Upon entering the studio, you heard the song Fake Love playing and saw the 7 of them running through the choreography only for the music to be paused and a man to start yelling. "Namjoon, Jin!! Are you even bothering to try?! Or are you wasting both mine and your fucking time with this sloppy bullshit? Even the ever-lazy Yoongi has this shit down!" You quickly looked over to Sung-Min who grimaced and shook his head at you. You grit your teeth and tilt your head while watching how the guys seemed to deflate further. "So, Yoongi why don't you share with the class how even your lazy ass managed to get this down" the asshole continued.

You bit your lip to keep from mouthing off while watching them all shuffle nervously, but that went out the window when you saw the choreographer step closer to Yoongi. "Well speak up!" he yelled in his face. Stepping forward you threw your bag over to the wall "he was helped by someone breaking it down for him and was patient instead of someone being a royal fucking dick and treating him like shit. Respect and basic human decency goes a long fucking way you know?" you said while walking further forward and crossing your arms across your chest. You watched as they all spun towards you in shock, but your blood ran cold when you recognized their choreographer Sang-Hoon.