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Little words were things that didn't really go well with an environment like this. Whether it was because someone was antisocial, or just shy, it didn't matter. This was a business, and networking to an extent was almost something that was impossible to skip by.

It was a requirement for all of the workers, especially the management crew. Usually they took care of the main factors, but how were they suppose to make a deal when their client, or person they stood for, was off in the corner being quiet and keeping to themselves?

Words...words were things that needed to be spoken to people that were strangers. Most of the time these strangers turned into close companions, though, and for the sake of the actors this was a good thing. Making friends and trustworthy people was a dime in a dozen in this industry. So many people would easily turn their backs for higher pay, or to throw dirt on someone else to grow their own fame in a world like this.

So sometimes words were good, other times they were bad. Befriend the wrong person, and one's life could spiral down in the blink of an eye. It happened all the time. Everyone saw it happen on a day to day basis, some more than others. But when it did happen, it never ended pretty. He saw that for himself.

"Jungkook!"

It's why words scared him so much. And being someone who rose above others in just the span of 6 months, it was scary to speak words. Because everyone was after his popularity with the viewers.

"Jungkook!!!!"

Words...Conversing...a sick, perversive way of networking.

"Jungkook, I swear to fucking god—!"

"I'm coming!" Jungkook huffed, looking back in to the mirror to study himself a little more. He pushed his hair from his face and chewed on his bottom lip, eyes flicking between his rosy cheeks that seemed to brighten more as his thoughts raced. "It's okay..." He leaned against the makeup desk and sighed, letting his head hang so he could pull his gaze from the mirror.

It'll be okay, words he had been telling himself for years at this point. Through each bad moment, through deaths, through poverty and fear. Through his times working at this shithole. 'It'll be okay' seemed like a saying that he could try to believe, one of the few things that seemed possible in this world. He didn't see a problem with trying to convince himself those words were more than just words.

"I'll be okay," he whispered softly, lifting his head again to stare in to his reflection, seeing the dimming of light in his eyes. The glimmering was a sign that he was letting his emotions get to him, and that wasn't something he could show to people. Not beyond those doors. Head raised high, chin tilted up, chest puffed out and an obviously forced grin was what he needed. Things Jimin first told him about when he entered this company.

They all lived on a screen to satisfy viewers perverted fantasies, faking anything that they were instructed to do. So, putting on a facade should've been easy for Jungkook. He was the best at it, after all.

But he just couldn't do it. Not at seeing the way his eyes glistened with emotions that wanted to spill out. If he didn't leave soon, though, he'd have to get nagged by the small man who'd been calling for him for the past 15 minutes, and that was another ordeal he just didn't have the heart or time to deal with.

With a deep breath, he pushed away from the makeup desk, puffing out his chest and tilting his chin back ever so slightly with his head raised high. A sly grin appeared on his face and he spun from the mirror, running to the door, hand wrapping around the handle. It'll be okay. He turned the knob and opened the door. It'll be okay—