LOST LOVE || JIKOOK✅

41.My First Shooting Day

The day of my first shooting was a mix of excitement and nervousness. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my outfit and checking if everything was in place. I had practiced the dance routine relentlessly, and I was determined to give my best.

It was around 4 in the afternoon, and I found myself in the room that had been assigned to me. The film set was vast, filled with camera lights and crew members bustling around. The whole scene made my nervousness intensify.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It was Lisa.

"Jimin, are you ready?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and anticipation.

"Y-yes," I managed to reply, my throat dry with nerves. I unlocked the door, and she entered.

"Listen, the director doesn't seem to be fond of you already. So, just make sure not to make any mistakes, okay?" she advised, her words making my anxiety spike even more.

I hadn't even seen the director yet, and he already had an unfavorable impression of me? I pouted, my worry growing, and followed her to the set.

"Damn am I going to dance in front of all these people?"The enormity of the situation hit me. Dancing in front of so many people felt like an overwhelming challenge.

"Yes," Lisa responded to my unspoken question, scratching her head. How could I tell her that I was beyond nervous?

"Jimin, this is the director. Greet him," she encouraged, nudging my arm gently.

I looked up and met the gaze of a man with honey-brown eyes. He wore a black jacket red checked shirt paired with ripped denim jeans. His eyes were intense and daring, and his veins stood out on his neck and hands, which made me swallow hard.

"Mr. Jeon, this is Jimin," Lisa introduced me.

I slightly opened my mouth to greet,

"Is the makeup sufficient?" He asked, his tone curt and without any warmth. His question left me feeling disheartened.

Before I could respond, he abruptly shouted at one of the technicians to start the shoot, emphasizing the urgency of the moment.

"How could he—" I muttered under my breath, frustration evident in my tone. It felt like he was insulting me right to my face.

"Who made this angel angry?" A gentle voice caught me by surprise, and my cheeks brushed against a soft rose.

Turning around, I found Mr. Kim standing there with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Boss," Lisa greeted him with a bow, and the others on set joined in with their greetings. But it was clear to me that his attention was solely on me.

Mr. Kim's presence brought a certain comfort, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. His gaze met mine, and I could sense a mix of concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"Thank you" I took the rose he gave me.

"Jimin," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Is everything alright?"

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to burden him with my worries. But the words spilled out before I could stop them.

"The director... he seems so distant and cold," I confessed, my frustration evident. "And he barely acknowledged me."

Mr. Kim's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "It's Jungkook's first time as a director, and he will eventually learn how to respect the artists."

His words brought a sense of understanding, and I realized that perhaps Jungkook's behavior was a result of his own inexperience in handling a film set. With Mr. Kim's support and advice, I felt more prepared to face the challenges ahead and give my best performance.

The rain machines started, and the set transformed into a dreamy, rainy backdrop. Under the soft, artificial rain, Mr. Kim and I danced in harmony, our movements a blend of emotions. As the water droplets merged with our sweat, the dance became a story of vulnerability and passion, telling a tale beyond words.

"Cut!" The director's voice rang out, and a wave of relief and happiness washed over me. The approval of our first shot felt like a small victory, a moment to cherish. Not everyone gets the chance to nail a shot on their first try, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity that lay ahead.

"Lucky you, being the first to perform a single shot," Mr. Kim commented with a slightly breathless tone. He looked incredibly handsome, and his words carried a mixture of admiration and pride.

"Thank you" I giggled and waited for the director to praise me but he wasn't here. I'm sure he was here few minutes. I pouted.

"Jiminie, this way," I heard someone call, directing me towards the dressing room for the second scene.

Mr. Kim's shoot had already wrapped up, and he had headed home, leaving Lisa to guide me through the rest of the shooting process.

The person helped me to dry my hair and I felt his hands are pressing against my skin making me to shiver and tear up.

"It's ok, you will soon get used to this" he whispered on my ears and I shooj my head as No.

"Mr. Kim," I quickly made up a lie, causing the person to back away, giving me the chance to escape from my room.

As I was about to head towards Lisa, I ended up bumping into someone, almost falling over. However, I managed to catch myself just in time.

"Watch out, baby," the person said, his voice warm and concern.

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Will update a lengthy chapter tomorrow and I'm off to bed!