LOST LOVE || JIKOOK✅

42.Clear, Bold, Louder

"Baby, are you okay?" I lifted my gaze to see who it was, but his head was surrounded by sunlight, making it hard to see his face clearly.

"Hey?" he laughed, and the sound felt familiar. Wait, I had heard this laughter somewhere before... where?

"Gosh, you're fully drenched. Hold on, let me carry you!" Suddenly, he picked me up bridal-style, interrupting my thoughts.

"Noo-" I wiggled my legs in panic.

"Jung Hoseok, leave the kid alone!" A voice behind me sounded, and I realized it was the new star, J-Hope.

"Enchanted beauty?" I blurted out, realizing that it was from J-Hope's film.

"Yes, I'm your Hope! And you are my hope!"

"Oh, not again!" The other person seemed quite annoyed, which made me giggle at their interaction.

"Don't mind that grumpy one. Who am I? I'm J-"

"HOPE!" I completed his sentence, and he looked proud of my response.

He then left me in the same room,and asked me to dress up for my next shoot.

And the person shouting at J-Hope was Min Yoongi, the famous producer and Actor.

I felt incredibly excited at the thought of working with both of them, especially J-Hope. He seemed like an angel, and I had watched his interviews where he answered tricky questions brilliantly. He had also become my role model. I couldn't help but sniff my hands, where I had held him. Wow, he smelled so good. I had read an article mentioning that he didn't use perfume; it was just his natural scent. Gosh!

I wore a very tight outfit that was uncomfortable to wear. It felt like I couldn't even breathe, but I didn't complain, thinking I was overreacting.

I then went alone to the set and found Lisa talking with the director.Wasn't she supposed to take care of me? I scoffed and glared at both of them.

The director caught my stare, and he glared at me before shouting, "Get ready!" into the microphone.

Wait, I haven't even read the script! Panic set in, and an assistant director handed me a paper with my dialogue.

I quickly memorized the lines and went to my spot.

As the camera started rolling, I delivered my dialogue with a rhyme, making it sound melodious. However, the director's face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "Cut!"

"What the hell are you doing? You have to stand up straight, and what's with the exposed shoulder? Cut, cut, cut!"

I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. Wasn't he the one who selected the outfit?

I witnessed how he shouted at another person about my outfit. So, was it that person's fault for giving me this exposed outfit?

"And you," he pointed his finger at me, causing me to gulp and meet his gaze.

"Say it again, clear, bold, and louder!" He commanded sharply, and I nodded in response.