𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼, 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪, 𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷!

CHPT. 16- STRANGE REQUEST

"HUH? CAN YOU SAY THAT again?" Takamura asked as he paused punching the heavy bag to listen to your question.

Great. Now he's making you repeat the most embarrassing shit.

"I said.." You cleared your throat softly. "If you could record with me?"

"Record what?"

"...Porn."

"No."

You sighed softly and looked up at him, and he had a smug face with his arms crossed.

"Jeez, woman. If you want me that bad, ask me like a normal person."

He totally got the wrong idea.

"It's not that, dumb." You shook your head. "What happened was my boss said I had taken too much time off of work, and in order to not get fired, I needed to ask someone well-known to record with me. And I really don't wanna get fired because they pay you great money..."

He snorted and placed an arm on your shoulder. "And what will I get for helping you out?"

"Umm.." You shrugged, making him stare at you with a dull face.

"If I help you, you go on a date with me."

You cringed slightly inside, but you reluctantly nodded, making him slap your back a little too hard.

"Ow.."

"Sorry."

You both walk out of the gym, and to the train station.

"So like...how is this gonna work?" He turned to you and you thought for a moment. You were honestly surprised that you forgot some of the process, and you were only gone for 4 months.

"Well..." You started, trying your best to redeem your memory. "When we get there, Kenji, my producer, is going to ask you some questions about if you've had any experience or not, and some other questions that I don't remember. Then he's going to tell us what we'll be doing for the video and tell us the whole plan and script and stuff like that."

He hummed softly and nodded understandingly. "Alright. Doesn't sound that complicated to me."

When you both got there,you were honestly a bit surprised that a few other stars were there. They greeted you, asking you where have you been, telling you what've been going on, and some girls fawning over Takamura, since he was obviously a well-known person.

"Come on, we have to hurry up." You dragged him away from the small crowd and into Kenji's room, seeing the familiar figure sitting in front of a computer.

You saw he hadn't changed one bit. Kenji had black, shaggy hair with hazel eyes, and his skin was a bit pale. Despite Ben in his late 30's, he looked pretty young.

"I haven't seen you in a while." He turned his chair and gave Takamura a small smile, and then stood up from his place.

"Okay, Today is basic. No role-play, no skimpy clothes, nothing. Although I have been saving these for special occasions."

He opened his drawer and took out some chocolates, and you immediately knew what they were.

Takamura cocked his head to the side slightly and arched a brow. "What are those supposed to be?"

"Before I tell you anything, I'll need you to please come with me so I can ask you some questions to be safe and not have any emergencies in here, alright?" Kenji placed his hands behind his back and bowed his head to the side, signaling him to come over.

"You can go ahead and sit on the set couch, {Y/N}. I'll talk to you later." He smiled at you, but you knew he was just pretending to be his little happy-go-lucky because he had a celebrity in his room.

Which was honestly extremely fucking ridiculous.

But, anyways, after Kenji asked Takamura some questions, he finally let him go sit next to you, and Kenji grabbed the chocolates.

"Okay, I know {Y\N} knows what these are, but since you do not, let me explain." He handed the small rectangular box to Takamura, and started to explain.

"Basically, these are chocolates that have aphrodisiacs in them. I'm sure you're aware of what those are, correct?" Takamura froze for a small minute, but then he nodded. "Yeah, I'm aware."

"Great! Now, let's start, shall we?" He clapped his hands together, giving you both the most innocent smile he's ever put on his face.

You knew this'll be a long night. And since you knew Takamura had great stamina...

You knew Kenji had made it worse with the chocolates.

All of a sudden, you hate your chosen career.