Y/N's POV:
"G," you whisper, nudging Yoongi's shoulder. "It's 8:30, I need to get going."
"Wait, what?" he groans groggily, rolling over as his eyes try to adjust to the light. "Why didn't you wake me up? I would've made you breakfast."
"It's fine," you giggle, his droopy eyes fluttering closed as you gently press your lips to his. "I know you're exhausted."
"But you are too," he whines, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to drag you back to bed. "Come on, just five more minutes."
You purposely woke him up early because you knew he'd do this, so you happily slide back under the blankets for some cuddles. He hums in contentment at the warmth your body provides, your hands snaking into his messy hair as his head rests against your chest.
Last night, the car ride back to your place was completely silent. It was a tough situation, because Yoongi was clearly uncomfortable with things while also understanding it was purely for work. He understands you said yes without knowing the context of the photo shoot. He also understands you should be able to say yes no matter what. But he's a little sensitive towards the topic of Namjoon right now because of the weird fight/disagreement they had earlier that day, and you can't blame him.
If the roles were reversed, you wouldn't like it. Namjoon will be half naked for a lot of his shoot, and you'll of course have to be extremely close to him throughout the morning. And Yoongi can't even go, because he has his brunch with his parents to tell them about you. He seemed to be having a hard time with things and you didn't know what to do.
Yoongi had originally planned to just drop you off but you knew things couldn't be left like that, so you asked him to wait a few minutes in the parking garage. He was a little confused but said sure and you quickly ran towards the elevators. After about ten minutes of grabbing everything you needed and stuffing Nala into her cat carrier, you were back down in his car without even asking if it was okay.
"Nala told me she missed you so we're staying over," you said to him, and you watched tears brim in his eyes before he cleared his throat. He couldn't answer you verbally so he gave you a silent nod, but he made sure to hold your hand the whole way to his place. It clearly meant a lot to him that you were willing to stay up even later to spend the night with him.
Once you got back, you made sure to reassure him and let him know how much he's loved, verbally and physically. The two of you had sex in the shower and again in his bed, his mood making a complete 180 by the end of it. You're absolutely exhausted this morning after only getting 5-6 hours of sleep but it's worth it to see him so happy and cuddly this morning.
"Thank you for coming over," Yoongi breathes out, nestling himself more into your chest. "I'm sorry for getting so insecure last night."
"It's okay," you smile, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head. "I understand why the situation would make you uncomfortable."
"But I'm not anymore," he says, squeezing you tighter. "So thank you for taking the time to reassure me. I've never had someone do that before. I really do trust you with my life, Nabi."
The vulnerability in his voice makes your throat tighten. No one has ever gone the extra mile for him like this, and that breaks your heart. You know he'd do the exact same thing for you if needed, which is why it was so easy for you to sacrifice a few hours of sleep to make him feel better. Plus, Nala's still passed out in her little cat hammock Yoongi bought her, so that transition was easy.
"I trust you too," you giggle, running your hands through his hair. You spend some time cuddling him and telling him you love him before it's finally time to leave. Luckily he ended up falling back asleep and you're somehow able to slip out of his iron grip and escape out the door just in time for your phone to go off. You see it's a call from Mr. Song and assume that means he's close.
"Good morning," you say into the phone. "Are you almost here?"
"I'm going to be late," Mr. Song says frustratedly. Very rarely does he ever get upset, and you immediately know something is wrong. "I've sent a driver and he should be arriving any minute."
"Is everything okay?" you ask, packing the rest of your stuff up.
"My sister's having an emergency appendectomy, I'm not sure when I'll be able to leave here."
"Oh my god," you gasp. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine, she's in surgery right now. But her husband is out of town and he won't be here for another hour or two. Will you be okay on your own for a bit?"
"Don't even worry about me," you chuckle, noticing the black van pulling up. "Just take the day off and stay with your sister. Namjoon said this shoot won't last very long."
"Thanks, [Y/N]," he sighs, relief oozing from his tone. "I'll definitely be there for Jimin's interview later, so let me know if you need anything in the meantime, okay?"
"I will," you say. "The driver is here, I'll text you when I get there."
"Perfect. Be safe."
You jog out to the van and recognize the employee opening the door for you. He's an older guy in his fifties that you've seen help out around the company but you can't quite remember his name. He greets you with a warm smile and you give him a small bow before shuffling inside the vehicle.
It's just a short twenty-minute ride to the site, and luckily you arrive with plenty of time even with this morning's cuddle session. You make sure to text Yoongi that you made it safely and he responds with a selfie of him still in bed shirtless, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. His hair is a mess and he's got his glasses on, his left arm up and resting underneath his head to show off his bicep.
"I can't believe I get to fuck that whenever I want," you gape, making sure no one is around to see your screen. Luckily you snuck in four orgasms yesterday because you woke up with a gift from Mother Nature this morning.
"Good morning!" Namjoon's voice beams from behind you, nearly scaring the literal shit out of you.
"Jesus," you exhale, slapping your hand over your chest. "It is too damn early for you to be so happy." He's dressed in his usual sweats and no makeup, but you're surprised to see he's not alone. Jungkook is with him in all black sweats as well. "Good morning, Joon. Jungkook."
"Morning," JK grumbles, clearly just having gotten out of bed himself. He's not necessarily a grouch when he's sleepy but he's definitely not very functional. It usually takes him an hour or two to fully wake up.
Namjoon hands you a coffee and asks, "Where's Hyung?"
You thank him and take the cup before answering, "He has a brunch with his parents so he can't make it. He's going to come hangout during Jimin's interview later."
Jungkook stiffens a little, and the air suddenly shifts uncomfortably. "He's not coming?" JK asks with his brows furrowed. "Do you know what kind of shoot this is today?"
"I do," you chuckle, setting your bag down by the makeup desks. "Yoongi does too. Everything is good. Plus, I've seen all of you shirtless at some point between set changes."
"That's true," Jungkook nods, his shoulders relaxing a little. He's probably worried about Yoongi but there's no need for him to panic. You took very good care of him last night and he knows there's nothing to worry about.
"I'm so glad you were able to fill in," Namjoon says, taking a seat in the makeup chair while Jungkook sits on a stool next to him. "I'm screwed if we have to push this back again."
"Again?" you ask, still setting out all your products.
"The first time was because of the female model," Jungkook answers. "Her name was Ana, a gorgeous redhead with the perfect tall and slender body to match Namjoon-hyung. Unfortunately, she caught a bad case of food poisoning and had to cancel last-minute."
Your brows furrow and you ask, "Her face isn't being shown, right? You couldn't find a replacement?"
"The company is really strict with these things," Namjoon sighs. "Any women in our shoots have to be thoroughly vetted by management. We can't just change them without approval."
"That sucks," you frown. "But you said the 'first time'. Was there a second time?"
"The second time was just a freak accident," Namjoon says, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. "A small fire caught in one of the break rooms as soon as we were about to start, and the whole thing had to be shut down and rescheduled." He looks incredibly beefy as he crosses his arms over his chest and says, "I've put six months of my life into this, I need everything to run smoothly."
"Does this project mean a lot to you?" you ask him, making him sit up so you can start his makeup.
"It does," he answers. "This is my first photo shoot with complete and total freedom with my own body. I'm not the prim and proper kid the media seems to think I am; I'm almost thirty for god's sake. I want to show everyone my mature side."
"He needs the world to know he pulls bitches," Jungkook says, making the two of you snort out a laugh. You're pretty sure the whole world already knows that, but you're happy he's finally getting to express himself the way he wants to.
"Is that Ana girl going to show up today?" you ask them, starting on Namjoon's eyeshadow.
"Unfortunately she's back in Canada for the next few months," JK huffs. "But they were able to find someone else in time. There shouldn't be any issues today."
"Good," you smile, already admiring your own work. On the car ride here, Mr. Song sent you the outfits and concept ideas so you could know what colors to use ahead of time. Hye suddenly shows up and starts working on Namjoon's hair, styling it back to show off that beautiful forehead of his. After about 30 minutes, he's all glammed up and heads to the dressing room to change. Kai's off this morning so it's another stylist helping out today.
"How're things going with Yoongi-hyung?" Jungkook asks, his doe eyes looking a lot more lively now that he's woken up.
"They're really good," you smile, feeling your cheeks heating up. "I decided to stop pushing him away, and it was the best choice I've made."
"I'm really happy for you guys," Jungkook grins with his bunny teeth. "Hyung is a good guy; I still hate Aera so much for what she did to him."
"You and me both," you sigh. "Did he tell you I ran into her the other day?"
"You what?!" Jungkook exclaims, startling half the room. While waiting for Namjoon to change, you give Jungkook the rundown of what happened and he looks more horrified with each word that comes out of your mouth.
"That fucking cunt," he hisses, making you burst into laughter. "She's out of her fucking mind if she really thinks she has any shot with Hyung."
"She's definitely out of her mind," you chuckle, letting out a yawn as you stretch your arms over your head. "It makes me nervous that she said she'd see me soon, but hopefully it was just a bluff."
"It better be," Jungkook scoffs, angrily stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'll swing on her myself if she tries anything."
"Sounds to me like I've made some enemies."
All the blood drains from your face as that wretched voice plays through your eardrums. Jungkook's reflexes are a bit quicker than yours and he's instantly jumping out of his seat to protectively pull you towards him. He shifts about an inch in front of you with his shoulder just centimeters from yours.
"What the hell are you doing here?" JK growls, a chill running down your spine at the pure malice in his voice. Your jaw slacks when your eyes land on Aera, even though you knew that was her voice.
She has her carrot hair in a high ponytail and is dressed in a simple red cocktail dress, looking gorgeous without a speck of makeup on her face. Except those damn false eyelashes that somehow look good on her. But they kind of remind you of cricket legs.
"Watch your tone, Jeon," she sighs like he's an idiot, making him tense with more rage. She holds up the badge around her neck and says, "I'm working."
"You're not allowed to work for our company," Jungkook glares, your head spinning at the situation. There's no way this nasty bitch should even set foot on Hybe property.
"I'm not with your company," she smirks. "I was hired by a third party contractor."
She doesn't scare you, she just disgusts you. Everything about her is nauseating, from the sound of her voice, to her awful hair, to the moles under her brow, and especially the mischief behind her eyes.
"What the hell?" Namjoon barks, storming over to the three of you. He looks hot as fuck in just blue jeans and an undone white button up, his toned abs in full view for everyone. "Who let you in here?"
His voice is so loud it starts causing a commotion, multiple people now looking towards the four of you. "You didn't know?" Aera asks with a disgusting smirk on her face. "I'm here with Gala Agency."
"Gala?" he says as more of a question. "What's Gal-"
Namjoon's face suddenly drops and you watch his skin color shift from honey to sheet white. "You're fucking joking," Jungkook gapes in disbelief, your stomach in knots from their reactions.
"Nope," she snickers, crossing her arms over her chest. "My agency name is Alice. I'm your model for today."
"Get out," Namjoon grits through his teeth, pointing towards the door. "You're fired. You're not welcome here."
"My client's employment status is not up to you, Mr. Kim," says a voice from behind Aera. Suddenly a random woman who looks to be in her early forties pops up in a navy blue suit. "She was hired by the production team and they have the final say."
"What's going on here?" one of the production managers asks, stepping up next to Jungkook. Namjoon begins to tell them he doesn't want Aera as the model, and that there's bad blood between them.
"I won't be able to pose with her. This is supposed to be an intimate photo shoot, I can't be expected to seem turned on by this monster."
Aera doesn't seem offended. If anything, she just seems amused. Your blood is boiling at her audacity. Apparently hurting Yoongi wasn't enough for her; now she wants to ruin a project Namjoon's put six months of his heart and soul into.
As Namjoon tries reasoning with management, your eyes lock with Aera's. Her pink lips curve up into a satisfied grin, which makes your body fill with more rage exactly the way she wants it to.
"I'm sorry, Namjoon, but we can't push this back again," the manager sighs. "I don't know how this happened but you know all your hard work will be tossed down the drain if you refuse to work with her."
"Then toss it," Namjoon says sternly. "I'm telling you that I won't work with her."
"You're being selfish," the woman next to Aera says, earning herself a death glare from both Namjoon and Jungkook. "This isn't just about you. All these people here won't get paid their salary if you quit now. They've been working for months just like you have."
Namjoon bites into his lip, realizing she has a point. You see the pure frustration and disappointment in his eyes, and you notice there's now a crowd around the six of you, trying to figure out what's going on. He can't react based off emotion right now. There's too many ogling eyes around.
"This project is going to suck if I have to touch her," Namjoon says to the manager. "There will be zero chemistry. This woman was fired by Hybe and is not supposed to be within one hundred feet of the premises."
"I understand that," the manager groans. "There must have been some sort of mix up. But you would be sending all of us home if you don't have another alternative."
"There's no way to find another model?" Jungkook whines, already knowing the answer. Your eyes meet Aera's again and that smug smile ignites nothing but hatred and fury within you. She's trying to intimidate you. She's letting you know that she'll never disappear, no matter what you do.
And over your dead body will she hurt anyone else important to you again.
"What if the model is already an employee?" you ask, making everyone's heads turn towards you. Both Namjoon and Jungkook's eyes widen as they process your question, already knowing where this is going.
"[Y/N], it's okay," Namjoon says nervously. "You don't have to, I'll be fine."
You ignore him and keep your eyes on the manager, who shifts uncomfortably on his feet before answering, "I would assume that's fine. That means you've already been vetted."
"Excuse me?!" Aera shouts, making nearly everyone flinch except you. "This ugly bitch could never model! You'd be ruining your company's image."
"You watch your mouth," Namjoon barks. "[Y/N] is one hundred times more beautiful than you could ever dream of being."
"Yeah," Jungkook smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. "There's a reason Hyung chose her and not you."
There's multiple "ooh's" and whispers and gasps throughout the crowd, but luckily JK didn't say Yoongi's name. He could've been referring to anyone older than him, so without the context your secret should be safe. Aera's now almost maroon from the anger, her confident facade crumbling in front of your eyes.
"Get her out of my studio," a man's voice booms from the other side of the room. Your jaw almost comes unhinged when you see the man himself walking towards you, Bang PD.
He's dressed in a black t-shirt, blue sweatpants, and neon green crocs, yet he still looks intimidating. The air gets chillier as he gets closer, and the color seems to leave Aera's face when she realizes exactly who he is. Bang PD has an aura around him that's hard to describe. He dresses and acts like he's a middle class citizen but the energy around him screams authority.
"I will not tolerate slander against my employees," he says sternly, two security guards rushing up to grab Aera's arms. "Get out before I sue you. Again."
"Let go of me!" Aera shrieks, her manager looking very confused and perplexed by the situation. "You assholes! I signed a contract!" You watch as Aera's quite literally dragged out of the room, and suddenly she leaves just as quickly as she showed up.
There's a strong hand on your shoulder from your left. "Go get changed, kiddo," Bang PD says. "You're not just a makeup artist today. Now you're also a model."
Your eyes light up when you realize Namjoon doesn't have to touch Aera anymore. She actually had the audacity to come in here and act like she was invincible. And technically, if Kevin hadn't had a family emergency, you wouldn't have been here to help him out of the situation. The whole room instantly relaxes, and both Namjoon and Jungkook are quick to wrap you in a group hug.
"[Y/N], I didn't know you were a genius!" Jungkook laughs, your lungs nearly being crushed by the two beefiest members of BTS.
If this is how I die, then it's meant to be.
"Oh thank god," Namjoon exhales. "I'd rather die than have her scaly lizard hands on my body."
"Now you're stuck with my scaly lizard hands on your body," you giggle, but as soon as those words leave your mouth, all three of you freeze.
You're absolutely correct. You just did a good thing and saved Namjoon from Aera. He'll get to see his project out to the end and that's exactly what you wanted.
But now you have to take her place. Now it's you who'll be dressed up in sexy lingerie with Namjoon. You'll be touching him and sitting on him, the two of you grabbing each other in places you definitely shouldn't be, especially knowing your history.
And you have to do it in front of all these people. The images will be spread all across the globe. Your body will be put on display for the world to see.
But most importantly, Yoongi will have to see it too.
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