My Client's Former Best Friend | MEANIE/MINWON

Chapter One.

"No, I don't think having a baby with my ex is a viable solution. What the fuck does that even mean?" screamed Rosé from the other end of the phone. "Whatever. This isn't Celebrity Goss Weekly, this is my fucking life. What the hell are you thinking?"

"Rosé, calm down-"

"You're fired, J. For real this time." Rosé hung up.

Wonwoo shrugged and turned on his tablet. It was the fourth time he'd been fired since this morning.

"One, two, three, four, five," he counted as he checked his email.

The phone rang again. He waited until the last ring, then answered with cool professionalism. "Hello, Jeon Wonwoo, publicist, speak-"

"Don't give me that shit, J. You know it's Rosé."

"Rosé, what a surprise. I take it I'm no longer fired?" Wonwoo settled into his high-back leather desk chair, wondering how far they'd get this time.

"Yeah, well...I want to hear your fucked-up plan."

"I know that having a fake baby with Hoseok sounds crazy-"

Rosé snorted.

"But here are the facts of the matter. You are a hot, sexy, international pop star, a role model to teen girls everywhere, the cause of wet dreams for men from thirteen to sixty-five. You are the face of teenage romance." He spoke with the care of someone facing a rabid dog that would jump up and bite his face off at any moment.

"I know, cuz like, I'm me. Duh."

"Right, so, given all that, how do you think it'll sound if your fans find out you'd been having an affair with a married man half the time you were with Hoseok? And that you weren't the only one said married man was screwing? So far no one has linked you to Taeyang, but you know how fast rumors turn into allegations. Do you really want to be a part of Taeyang's downward spiral?"

Damn, I'm good.

"No." Rosé's voice was petulant rather than enraged.

"If people think you're having Hoseok's baby after a passionate reunion weekend, which supposedly happened at the same time that fan ran into you and Taeyang, it'll distract from the affair. Plus, if they think Hoseok abandoned you once he found out about the baby, you instantly become the tragic, jilted heroine. Just think of how many songs you can write about being broken-hearted and pregnant."

"You think?"

"Absolutely. Audiences love a reunion of their 'it' couple as much as they love a dramatic break-up. You'll be giving them both."

There was a long pause accompanied by the sound of Rosé chewing. "But won't people notice I'm not pregnant? Pregnant women get fat. If you're suggesting I get fat, I'll fire you again."

Wonwoo smirked. "Don't worry. In a month or so we'll have you lose the baby. Maybe you could travel to Africa and catch dysentery while tutoring starving orphans?"

"I don't want to go to fucking Africa!"

"Not for real, just for the press."

"Still. Gross." Another long pause. More chewing. "Fine. But I'd like to know why you can't tell me about these things sooner. Maybe I'd wanna know I'm knocked up before I read it on the Internet."

"Rosé, you know why I can't. If you knew about the story first, we'd have lost that crucial, honest reaction of heartfelt denial when the press confronted you."

"Yeah, whatever."

The door to the study, his temporary office, opened, and Yoon Jeonghan strolled in, one eyebrow raised. Wonwoo glared at him. Jeonghan pointed to his diamond-studded watch and glared back at Wonwoo.