behind the scenes {kim taehyung}

17

Mina P.o.V

Jack's fingers brushed over my eyelids, leaving a flat colour, that perfectly matched with my dress. Interested in his skilled moves, my eyes followed every movement, they could see in the reflection of the mirror.

"What do you do in your freetime?"

I was glad to have a topic we could talk about and began to tell him about the instruments, I played.

"Wow, I can't believe you play four instruments!"

Chuckling shyly and with rosy cheeks I answered him: "Well, I played the piano since I was 4, so it got boring and I chose to play the guitar too. But I wanted to be extraordinary, so I started to teach myself how to play the flute and the drums. It's not that hard actually."

"Well you could establish a band on your own, that's amazing! I don't even play one single instrument. And additionally you also play in movies, how do you do that?"

Sheepishly I stared down to my feet, and just shrugged my shoulders. It made me feel a bit guilty, to be honest, that I didn't get this job, because of my talent, but more because of my parents.

My parents were pretty wealthy, and had connections with famous people.
Including the director of this series, and as I had wanted nothing more for my 19th birthday, they had agreed on talking with the director.

It would have been planned, that I get the main role, but there was not enough potential in me, it would have destroyed the movie. Luckily I at least had the possibility now, to work on the set, and to see Taehyung every day. I couldn't be luckier.

The stylist had noticed, that I wouldn't give an answer to this question, and he changed the topic with a new question.

"How do you like it here?"

"It's awesome! I especially like how the people work together, and I think the director does a great job..."

"Yeah, I think so too, although I hardly know him. How would you describe him?"

"Hmm, he is very ambitious, which makes him seem stubborn sometimes, but he is indeed a very warmhearted person, who looks after his actors, like after his children."

"So he has children?"

"Yes.."

His eyes sparkled when he heard of children, I could recognize this through the mirror.

"Cute. Does he also have a wife then?"

I furrowed my brows and began to ask myself, why he wanted to know so much about the director. Maybe he liked him so much?

"Are you happy with it?", he asked me in his mother tounge, after he had finished my make up with a gentle smile. Stuttering in my poor english, I responded: "It's beautiful, thankyou so much."

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The wooden door cracked under the weight of the dozens of fists, drumming against it. Officer Pol put his hand slowly onto the doorhandle, and pressed it down after checking the cleaned house one last time with a criticising glance.

It seemed to be thousands, but the fact was, that twenty journalists were standing in front of the door, desperately trying to get in.

His glare met Officer Gums' eyes, who was standing in the middle of the crowd. He screamed something, but it got swallowed by the journalists around him. Officer Pol refused to answer any of their questions, and after a while, they disappeared one after the other.

Only Officer Gum stood in front of their door now, and Officer Pol swung the door widely open to make it possible for him to enter the house.

Officer Gum immediately let himself fall down on the fluffy surface of the couch and digged into the soft cushions, Tzuyu would have been expected to sleep on. Suddenly a creepy grin appeared on Officer Gums face, and he sat up again to have a look at Officer Pol.

"Where is your room mate?"

"She's upstairs."

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MIANHEEEEE THIS CHAPTER IS BORINNNG >_< sorreh
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