Fate ; gd

1.2

It's been a week and I had already sent the finished music video. The staff praised me for my hard work and supposedly how "good" I edited the video. I told them thank you and how I really didn't think I needed that much praise but they insisted.

"Maybe you should clear things up before it gets worse?" Marilyn suggests as she sits on the bed with me.

"I tried. Maybe I should do what he said and 'stop trying' so we can finally forget about each other." I sighed as I traced circles on my thigh with my finger.

Marilyn pouted, "that's not the [f/n] I know! You should shut him up and show him that you do care!" She says as she crosses her arms against her chest.

"I already tried all I could do." I sighed as I re-read the conversations Jiyong and I used to have.

Marilyn slaps the phone out of my hands, "look for another project! Take your mind off of him." She suggests.

"It's not that easy." I reply, "it's not like I can just show up at a producers door and say 'hey! I need a job so maybe you can hire me?'"

Right when Marilyn was about to say something my phone rang, it was an unknown number. "Hello?" I immediately put the caller on speaker.

"Yah! Shh, shh! She answered!" The person on the other line had said. I looked at Marilyn and she looked at me, the both of us giving each other a confused look on our faces.

"Ah yes, is this [f/n] [l/n]?" The caller asked into the phone.

"Yes. And you are?"

"Ah, that isn't important right now." He laughs, "I saw that you directed GD's music video 'Crooked.'"

"Ah, yes I did." I replied finally realizing why this person had called me.

His voice got a lot happier once he heard me confirm that fact. "Awesome! I'd like it if you could direct one of my music videos too!" He somewhat asked.

Marilyn bounced around the bed excitedly as she nodded her head vigorously. I smiled and spoke into the phone, "I'd love to."

"Alright, I'll send you the music file of my song that you'll be directing! Can I get your email?" He asks, sounding as happy as a kid in a toy store.

"Yeah," I reply as I tell him my email, seconds after I get a message.

"Okay thank you Ms. [l/n]! I'll send you details on where and when to meet tomorrow at 12!" He comments.

"Alright no problem! I'll be waiting for the details." I said as we both finished the call with a goodbye.

"Who would have thought! You got another project! Who is he? Does his email have any information on who he could be?" She bombards me with questions once I ended the call.

I look at the email, sighing, "no it doesn't." Then my eyes roamed around for the music file, it didn't even have his name or his stage name.

"Can I go with you?! I really want to see you in action! Bossing them around while you're drinking wine, it'll be amazing!" Marilyn explains as she does multiple hand gestures.

I smile at her false assumptions, "I'm pretty sure you can go. Maybe you can be in the music video too." I add as I wink at her causing the both of us to erupt in laughter.

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"Here?" I ask, nudging Marilyn's side, looking at the building before us.

She looks down to her phone and back up at the building, "yep, this is the place." She confirms as she walks ahead through the double doors while I follow behind her.

"Ah I'm here for a music video." I say to the lady at the reception desk.

"Who for?" She asks, her words soaking in boredom as she types away on her keyboard.

"Ah. I actually don't know the artist's name but he told me to just let you hear the song and you'll let me in." I reply as I unlock my phone, scrolling through my emails then finally finding the music file.

I play the song and she nods, pointing to a hallway to her right, "you'll come up to multiple doors. The door that's loudly playing the same song as you showed me is the room that the artist will be in."

I nod and slightly bow, "thank you." Marilyn mimicking my actions.

She replies with a simple 'you're welcome' and goes back to whatever she was doing before.

Marilyn races beside me and puts her hand on my shoulder, "what if it's someone who you didn't expect!" She questions as we walk down the hall.

I give her a confused look, "like who?"

"I don't know! Like, a rapper! Like Jay Park! Oh! Oh! Or Lee Jong-suk !" She exclaims as we stop in front of the door.

"You get your hopes up too easily." I look at her  with a confused face, "Lee Jong-suk is an actor last time I checked." I reply as both of my hands are placed upon the cold, metal handles.

Marilyn pouts and comments, "I just like imagining! And who knows, maybe he decided to be a singer too."

I roll my eyes and open the double doors, a blast of cold air hitting my face.

Out of the many faces and bodies that were there, I immediately recognized a familiar face. My heart pounding, as I looked at him.

"Oh my god [f/n]." Marilyn says once she notices the people that were in the room.

I swallowed my spit, "yeah I know." I whispered to her.

We both told each other as if the other didn't know.

"It's Taeyang."