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WARNING-unprotected sex, loss of virginity,Smut, fluff
"Cut!" The director calls and you freeze in place. "Please stop. That's a wrap on today everyone. We'll pick up again tomorrow."
You sigh, knowing one hundred percent that it's your fault he called cut, and sure enough as you try to walk off set toward wardrobe, the director waves you over.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Kang." You whisper, your head low.
"Seriously, Y/N, what's up with you?" He asks, leaning back in his chair. "I swear, it's like you're not even here."
"I know. I don't know what's wrong with me today."
"Well I suggest you figure it out." He sighs. "Namjoon will be here tomorrow." You simply nod. "Make sure to get some sleep, alright?"
"Of course. Thank you Mr. Kang."
"Get out of here hun."
You walk off toward wardrobe to change, handing over your costume as you slip into the clothes you arrived in this morning and head out of the sound stage toward your trailer; the director's words ringing in your ear; "Namjoon will be here tomorrow". You know. God you know. He's the reason you couldn't focus today, he's the reason why you sucked; it's because you're terrified to meet him.
When your manager gave you the script for this movie, it was just a simple romantic comedy, but after you auditioned and were casted as the female lead, the writers and director changed half the script to make it more steamy. Now there was a sex scene, one that's basically softcore porn; and you, being the shy virgin that you are, have no idea how you're going to have stage sex with one of the most iconic sex symbols of the century. Kim Namjoon. He's going be to here tomorrow, and your director wants to do the 'first kiss' scene first thing in the morning as an ice breaker.
You shake your head as you open the door to your trailer, wanting to do nothing more than to curl up in your bed and sleep for three years. You plop yourself down on the bed and turn on the tv, wanting to distract yourself from your thoughts. You grab your phone and check your messages; three from your mom, one from your manager, and one from an unknown number. You open the unknown text to read it.
Unknown Number (9:37pm): Hey, Y/N? This is Kim Namjoon! Your manager gave me your number. I can't wait to start working with you tomorrow! I hope you sleep well!
Your heart nearly explodes from your chest. Great. Of course he's super sweet. That just makes everything worse. You quickly dial your manager's number, ready to yell at him.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I-"
"I'm on my way to your trailer, are you there?"
"Yes but I-"
"Good, I'll see you in a minute." And then he hangs up. Sure enough, a few minutes later, there's a knock on your door.
"It's open." You call. You hear the door open as you stare at the ceiling and then after a few seconds you feel the bed sink down next to you.
"Here." He throws a stapled stack of papers on your face.
"Jimin, what the hell?" You ask, grabbing, the papers and sitting up.
"There was a script change for tomorrow's scene."
"Another one?" You whine, rifling through the papers to see extra highlighted parts scattered throughout.
"He wants to add in rain."
