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MILD WARNING—
This chapter is slightly heated, nothing too much. Not even kissing tbh, just fluff. Read at your own risk (I guess??) and maybe play House Of Cards if you must :))) (Also make sure to check the author's note at the bottom!)

"Look into her eyes- yes, exactly like that," the director called, waving around his script and pressing the headset to the one ear it covered. "Place your hand on her hip- no, the left hand- yeah, just like that!"

I awkwardly shuffled in Taehyung's arms, blinking nervously and biting my lower lip.

"Okay, ready?"

I looked at Tae before nodding in confirmation. We maintained eye contact, his dark chocolate irises trained on my own. Part of my vision was cut off by a small wave in my hair right by my eye, and I quickly brushed it behind my ear just in time to hear the director yell, "GO."

"Miso," Taehyung whispered lowly, eyes hooded and gaze dark. His large hand rested on the curve of my waist, the other reaching up to cup my cheek, triggering a cage of butterflies to burst in my stomach. I drew in a shaky breath that rattled my lungs as I tried to gain control over my heavy breathing.

"Taehyung," I murmured in return, leaning into his warm palm and allowing my eyelids to become heavy. When our eyes connected again, I felt a jolt in my heart at his expression. Lust and passion swirled like a spiral of smoke between us, and I didn't even notice when his thumb started softly rubbing the skin just above the top of my washed-denim shorts' waistband.

Our heads drifted closer together until our foreheads were resting on each other, gazes connected like a red string. Taehyung's eyes flicked down when I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, the taste of cherry lip tint lingering on the tip of my tongue.

I could feel Taehyung's hot breath fanning over my nose, tickling my senses and subconsciously making the corner of my lips tug up into a soft smile. In response, his own lips spread into the ghost of a grin, parted only slightly to allow him to breathe.

"Close your eyes," he hummed gently, his hand slipping further up so that it was fully rested in the dip of my waist, underneath my baggy cropped t-shirt. I gave him a questioning look, but obliged, letting my heavy eyelids fall shut. Darkness overwhelmed my senses, and for a split second, I felt completely numb; vulnerable, even. However, the feeling disappeared as soon as Taehyung resumed rubbing his thumb in comforting circled on my waist.

Suddenly, his sturdy chest was pressed flat against my front, forcing my breath to hitch at the sudden contact. He continued pressing forwards until my feet were made to move, shuffling backwards in cautious baby steps, until my back touched the carefully constructed wall of the set. A gentle tug of my hair caused my eyes to flutter open like vibrant butterflies escaping their cocoons.

"Keep going, you're doing great!" 

I blinked several times, suddenly hyper-aware of the cameras positioned at almost every possible angle around us. My eyes flickered to over Taehyung's shoulder where a large, heavy camera on railings was smoothly gliding to the side, and just above it where a cameraman stood with a slightly smaller camera resting on his shoulder. The dim lights from the half-shut windows were glaring down in my eyes.

"Hey Miso, eyes on me." A low growl rumbled from Taehyung's chest, the vibration passing through to my body due to how close were were stood. If even possible, he had managed to close the gap between us completely, our bodies moulding into one twisted sculpture so perfect that it could've been crafted by the hands of a Greek Goddess. I hesitantly reached up, sliding a small hand into his soft, ash brown hair. It was his turn to lean into my hand for support, eyes closing in unveiled bliss.

Slowly, as if unsure, Taehyung's head slipped down—his nose brushing past my cheek, lips missing my jawline by a millimetre—down to rest on my shoulder. Both hands now held either side of my waist in a gentle grip, and his whole body was leaning against my own petite frame, encasing me between him and the wall as if I were a fragile butterfly in a glass cage.

In return, my head fell onto his much taller shoulder, both of us holding each other's weight, comfortably moulded together as if we were two pieces of one item cracked in half. I threaded my hands in his hair, running my fingers through the soft strands, the scent of lavender and chamomile overwhelming my senses. My eyes drifted shut, the material of Taehyung's grey, unzipped hoodie caring against my cheek.

And there we stood, intertwined, blissfully resting in each other's arms as if we could stay there forever.

"CUT!" 

Neither one of us moved, the only sign that we heard him being a small jump from my body. Taehyung's hand traced a line up my back until it came to rest on top of my head, stroking my slightly tousled brown hair. Specifically for this shoot, I had soft, ash brown hair to match that of Taehyung's, only mine with muted lavender highlights. Taehyung's fingers ran through those very streaks of colour as he pushed himself off the wall, offering a hand to help me get my bearings.

"That was amazing, guys!" the director yelled. I looked over at him, only to laugh at his hysterical expression. His hair was sticking up, looking as if he had run his hands through it multiple times, and there were creases running through the script papers like miniature ravines where his thumb was pressing down.

Taehyung and I bowed quickly as a brief thank you before scurrying off the set to the makeup staff.

"What the heck," I heard the all-too-familiar voice of Hoseok screech, his voice gradually getting louder until his hands were shaking my shoulders.

"Wha- Hoseok, I can't- Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up-"

"You guys were so believable!" he exclaimed, ignoring my small protests. "Even I almost believed you!"

"Uh, thank you?" I replied unsurely, laughing loudly when Hobi ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"I don't get how you do it," he sighed, shaking his head and running off to where Yoongi sat sipping a cup of tea by the director's chair.

"Um." I turned to give Taehyung a questioning look, but he seemed just as puzzled as I did, blinking innocently.

"I think it's safe to assume we did a good job."

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NOTE—
GUYS. Thank you do much for over 2.1k reads! You have literally no idea how much it means to me that you'd read my crappy one shots. This chapter was slightly more heated than I tend to write, but I'm happy with it for the time being. If I made any typos or mistakes, please point them out to me...

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