You're Mine, Noona. [BTS - Jungkook]

Shooting.

For the first time, I slept well and woke up refreshed for my first work in Japan. I had breakfast at the hotel with my Manager Song while going through a few things from the contract. Manager Song proved to be a very nice guy and a very suitable manager. He was very patient with me when I couldn't understand the Japanese that I had to study in order to make the CF. He taught me a lot of things and advised me which angle of my face I had to show to come out more pretty. I guess my first impression of him was wrong. Although, I still didn't like the way how he keeps touching my hands.

"So, it's a brand for some Japanese beer. The best way to shoot this is by pretending to enjoy the beer while dancing around the room. They will play a classical piece and all you have to do is look at the camera and smile," he told me. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Quite obvious. I don't think they would sell well if I looked angry," I joked and manager Song laughed.

"Okay, then I guess we discussed everything. Let's go, then." He told me. I nodded and stood up with him. He grabbed my bag and swung it around his shoulder, so I didn't have to carry it. We walked out of the hotel and a car was already waiting for us outside. He opened the door for me, and I stepped in with a smile.

The car drove us to an abandoned factory and we both stepped out, looking at the building. I wonder how the CF would come out if they shot it here. But I was too excited for my first work that it didn't really bother me.

It's my first time shooting something by myself. Not as a back-up dancer, but finally as a star. As Dansé. Will my career finally start from here?

We both walked into the building and the door revealed a set with lots of people walking around. Make-up artists, photographers, stylists,... It was wonderful.

A woman with a clipboard walked up to me and gave me a smile. "It seems like our star has arrived. Would you mind follow me, Dansé?" She asked me nicely. I looked at my manager and nodded shortly at her. She walked in front of me and motioned with her hand at a chair in front of a mirror.

"Please take a seat, a make-up artist will come to you soon," she told me. I nodded and she disappeared between the racks of clothes.
I looked from the mirror at my manager and gave him a smile.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" He smiled. I nodded and a makeup artist popped up from behind me. The girl combed with her hands through my hair and gave me a nice smile.

"You have such beautiful hair. Oh! I know what to do to make your face stand out. And you have nice skin," she told me. I laughed and bowed. Wow. Never had anyone given me a compliment about my skin.

"Thanks,"

"Oh, no... I should be thanking you. It's less work for me," and with that she grabbed her brushes and started to dab small dots of foundation on my face.

...

"And start!" The director told me.
Like discussed, I danced around the set with the green bottle of soju in my hand. The music played and with a smile, I looked at the camera while taking a gulp from the bottle. Luckily it was filled with water, so that I could drink lots of it.

"Good, good!" They told me.

I smiled and their compliments motivated me.

"Dansé, smile brighter! Yes, that's it! Awesome!" The director continued, while his camera followed me.

I jumped around and after a few takes, we were done on the first CF. It was easy to shoot and people were so kind to me. It made me pumped up for the next CF they had in mind for me.

I walked off the set to change my clothes and my manager pulled up his thumbs.

"It's looking good, really good!" He told me.

I laughed and nodded. "It's fun,"

"Keep up the energy. I can feel more CF's heading our way," he smiled. I gave him a cheeky smile, befor returning to the stylist. She gave me a weak smile and handed me the clothes for the next CF.

Once I looked down at my hand, I tilted my head and frowned.

"What are these clothes?" I asked her. She looked at me and then at my hands.
"Your clothes for the next CF." She simply told me.

I raised my hand and lifted up the bra. It was too revealing.
"I can't wear this," I said but she just shrugged her shoulders.
"They told me to give you these clothes. If you don't like it, talk with the director," she told me and then she left. I frowned and turned myself around. Once I walked up to the director, he eyed me from head to toe.

"Dansé, why haven't you changed your clothes, yet?" He asked me. I raised my hand with the lingerie and looked at him.

"I'm not going to wear these revealing clothes." I told him and I placed it down on his lap and crossed my arms. He frowned and then raised an eyebrow.

"Why not? You were going to shoot two CF's with us." He told me, and I nodded.

"Yes, but not with these clothes." I told him. But he just frowned. Bending down, he took out some paper from his bag and flipped te pages. Then he smiled and turned it to me.

"It is stated right here on the contract that you are going to wear those clothes for the next CF. One CF is an innocent one and the next one is going to be an 19+ rated CF for adults. You don't think you can shoot the next one with a sweater, do you?" He laughed sheeply at me but I just frowned.

I didn't hear anything about an 19+ rated CF. What is this?

I grabbed the paper from him and looked at the contract. Damn, the contract is in Japanese. I couldn't understand a thing, until I noticed the signature of my manager Song. He should know more about this. With the contract, I headed to my manager Song who was talking to a stylist. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and when he saw me, he gave me a smile and unwrapped his arms.

Seeing my exprssion, he turned serious.
"What's wrong?" He asked me.

I handed him the paper and looked around.

"You didn't tell me that the next one is going to be an 19+." I snapped. Manager Song looked shortly at the contract before handing it back to me. I stared at it confused and looked at his face. He smacked his lips and a smirk played on his face.

"Ah, that. Don't worry, you're going to be fine." He told me.

"You knew about this?" I asked, shocked.

He bobbed his head and then cocked it.
"It's one of the reasons why you were suited for this CF. You got the body for it," he smirked. I looked at him disgusted and stepped back.

"I'm not going to shoot the next one. I don't want to be half-naked in front of a camera," I snapped and crossed my arms.

Manager Song frowned and bent down to my height. "Like I said, you would be fi-"

"You set me up!" I yelled angrily at him, and people around us looked at me. Manager Song bit his lip and grabbed my arm.

"Let's talk outside," he snorted, obvious unhappy with my outburst. I jerked my arm back and gave him a scowl.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said. "I'm not going to do it,"

His lips formed a thin line and without warning, he grabbed my arm again and jerked me with him. I gasped at the sudden strength on my arm and cringed from the pain. His grip was too tense. His nails dug into my skin and I yelped when he pulled me out of the building through the backdoor.

Once outside, he closed the door with a bang and let go of me. I stumbled back and adjusted my clothes. His face was still faced to the door and I yelled at him.

"What's your problem?!"

He didn't stir and I huffed. I've had enough of people setting me up.

I grabbed his shoulder and wanted to turn him around, but then I felt a violent punch against the side of my cheek.

The blow was too much, making me crack my neck and fall down on the ground. I winced in pain and tears formed in my eyes. What the hell?