Yellow.

it wasn't meant to be • 2016

~ sometime in february, 2016 ~

"Put them in front of the camera, play the track, and let them go nuts," you mumbled, chewing on your thumb nail while you studied a couple of shots the crew was monitoring.

The man dressed in all black who had asked you what you wanted to do next wasn't walking away to do what he was told. Instead, he eyed the folded piece of paper in the hand that was folded over your chest, and lowered his brows ever so slightly.

Shifting your gaze over to him, you frowned. "What?" The man met your eyes and shrugged.

"Just thought there would be more, that's all," he said. "Usually there's more detail involved." His voice tapered off, and the tone he used was equally hesitant. All day every single male on this set had been speaking to you as if you hadn't a clue as to what you were doing.

Well, every single male excluding seven of them.

Tilting your head to the side, you cross both of your arms and sit in your hip, raising a brow at the man. "There's no detail involved, get them into that swimming pool, put a camera on the ground, and let them- and I mean it! Let them go nuts."

From over his shoulder you spot some of the boys reviewing choreography while the others mess with the set. Sunny was on the sidelines, comb in hand, ready to jump in the moment someone needed a touch up. Her dark eyes were sharp, focused on the boy's details. Work mode on, you knew there wouldn't be any getting through to her until after the shoot had wrapped.

Behind Taehyung, who was goofing off for a camera capturing behind the scenes footage, Yoongi lingered beside Jin, half listening to his friend while he watched you from across the set. Dressed in a bright orange shirt and ripped jeans, your silver haired boyfriend scrunched up his face and raised his fist, gesturing to the man who walked away from you.

Holding up a finger you widen your eyes and smile, telling him no with a single look. You could handle this yourself, you were a big girl. You've done this before, you've dealt with the men before, and you'll have to endure it for the rest of your life. The curse of being a woman.

On the set of Run, the entire company was concerned where things were going, and where the concept was being taken, but you didn't care. You didn't let any of their opinions stop you from creating your art, even if you improvised most of it.

Sure, the company created the storyline. The company gave you guidelines and the basics of what to do and when to do it, but everything in between? Well, that was up to you, and you ran with it.

Run was your baby, and it will be forever. It's chaotic, it's over the top, it compels emotion. The boys were acting, the boys were having fun, the boys were smiling and laughing- and to you, that's a win. You've seen how their shoots go when it's just the other director on set. They exhaust themselves faster and don't have nearly as much fun between shots. Bringing you and Sunny onto the team was the best thing the company could've done for these boys.

Yoongi smiled, then he drug his eyes up and down your body. You were dressed in all black and he was having a field day. The leggings you wore clung to your curves just right, and the long sleeved shirt that hung loosely off your figure belonged to him. Showing up in it this morning he had smirked at you and asked you where you had gotten it, acting like he didn't watch you pick it up off of his floor mere hours before you both had to be on set.

Heaving a sigh, you walked away from the screen that replayed the shot of the choreography and took your time getting over to him. Eyes were on your back, you could feel them watching. Yoongi waited patiently, his smile growing the closer you got.

"What was his name, I'll kick his ass," he said with a smile once you were a few feet away from him.

"No ass kicking," you said. "I can handle them. Drop the fake smile, I know you're in pain."