Worthy Of Love

Reeks of past.

Jimin:

The weeks after the party were nothing short of a game of two. Olivia and I had to sit down with the production team multiple times, the warmth I felt from her on the night of the party, was gone. It was like the woman who spoke kind words to me, never existed.

It was tough but I had a company to run and Olivia, a production to handle. We both were busy in our own ways, whenever we would cross paths, outside our meetings and we were unfortunately alone, we would be awkward. A greeting here, how's the weather there, nothing of substance, both learning to place each other in our spaces again.

While Olivia was a person I had longed for all these years, now that she was here, I didn't know how to accomodate her into my life. Jungkook was right when he said, me trying to bulldoze my way into her life would only lead to problems, especially when I had no clue how she fits in my life anymore. I knew I wanted her, but even if I did end up convincing her, what then? It's easier to be hated, it's easier to not be wanted when it has been like that for so long but now? The scale tipped from me aggressively wanting her to me running away from her.

"....so the shoot will begin in January" Olivia said.

I barely registered what she said, partly because I was lost in my thoughts and partly because she looked so goddamn good, that the part of me that wanted her aggressively, reared it's head out.

"Mr. Park?" Mrs. Lee called.

"Yes?" I replied, keeping my cool and voice steady.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"About the shoot starting from January?" 

"Yes."

"Won't it be pushing the deadlines, Ms. Roy?" I asked Olivia and immediately regretted looking at her.

Black hair falling in soft curls around her shoulders and resting softly on the elegant swell of her chest, her coat snug at her waist, but still giving a nice view of her smooth neckline, lips painted in deep red like her nails, eyes lined with mascara and kohl, brown skin shone like molten gold under the orange sunlight. It was all a view to behold, she had aged gracefully, with all her imperfections for the world to see and not giving a single fuck about her face covered in them. She aged like the finest of Sauvignon Blanc, soft in her appearance and harsh on the first taste if not rolled under the tongue properly. My hands itched, to hold her, to pull her in, feel her warm skin and just breathe her in.

Yet her skin glowed, like it knew the power it held over me. The skin that was like melting choclate, silky and smooth, it taunted me. In all it's glory, it taunted me of what I had lost.

"The initial filming will not take more than 90 days, Mr. Park. Given that a huge chunk of it will be done in the sets, we can expedite the process of filming. The editing team can work simultaneously, so that also wouldn't be an issue. We're looking at a summer release, Mid-June to Mid-august. Depending on how long the post production takes" She spoke with conviction that only a few had in my office.

"What do you say, Mrs. Lee?" I asked, leaning back in the chair.

"Well, if we will be working on the basic post production simultaneously, I believe it should be fine" The writer agreed reluctantly.