𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕫𝕖 (𝕥𝕒𝕖𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜)

Problem? Run Away or Runway?

Do you know what would look good on you? Me.

~♡~

"So I hear you walked in on Taehyung and Jimin a couple days ago," Namjoon casually prodded.

"Stop trying to distract me," Ji muttered, "but yes, I did. It was very awkward and he refuses to talk to me about it."

Namjoon snorted, "Can you blame him?"

"No, but I can blame you for dragging me into this mess," she gestured around the small dressing room they were standing in. "Seriously, you can't actually expect me to wear this...there's hardly any fabric!"

"Please," Namjoon pleaded with her, "I promised Jin that I could convince you to do this."

"Joonie," Ji spoke clearly, "there is no way in hell you are convincing me to put on that dress."

It's not that she didn't want to help Namjoon or Seokjin out, but she wasn't keen on the idea of encouraging an affair and she knew her stubborn friend well enough to know that he hadn't given up on pursuing the older. Besides, she was never the type of girl who had ever dreamed of being in a fashion show. She should have known that Namjoon was up to something when he convinced her to come along on his first time helping Seokjin out at a fashion show; of course it wasn't just because he had missed spending time with her!

"But Jin can't afford to hire a real model," he whined, "and the intern bailed last minute."

"I wonder what that's like," Ji mused, "being a real intern and not a fake one, that is."

Namjoon frowned. "I'll slip you free coffee for a week," he tempted, pulling the dark, green dress off it's hanger and holding it out to her.

Ji pursed her lips, "Make it a month and we have a deal."

"Two weeks."

"Three."

"Deal," Namjoon agreed before she could change her mind.

Ji snatched the dress out of his hands, "Turn around," she demanded, slipping her shirt over her head. Namjoon quickly turned and averted his eyes. Ji sighed, "I can't believe I'm helping you win points with a married man," she shuddered. "It feels so dirty!"

"I can't help that he got married to the wrong person," Namjoon mumbled, crossing his arms defiantly.

"I would argue with you on that but the fact that he kissed you says enough. Just," she paused, "don't do anything again unless he ends things with his wife. It's wrong, you shouldn't even be interning with him."

"Don't worry, after tonight I'm not going to continue with this fake internship," Namjoon assured.

"Good," Ji hummed approvingly. "Cheating is never healthy and the mistress always gets hurt."