JIMIN POV
When Jungkook shows up at my place on Saturday morning, I'm as jittery as if I'd downed a pot of coffee. Oh right, I had.
Fortunately, with the shows for the past week and a half, I haven't had much time to dwell on my predicament.
But now... it's all-consuming.
I can't believe I'd asked Jungkook to play my boyfriend.
I know I should just come clean about my little lie and show up
at Steve Andre's place alone.
I could just say that Jungkook and I broke up Or be honest and admit that I'm not actually gay to begin with.
Then again, this is Drape Magazine!
They cover fashion all over the world.
They're in print and online, They have their own models and sets.
They land sweet locations for non-set shoots, Drape Magazine is like the next Vogue.
I'd do anything to work for them.
Having this job practically land in my lap was a dream come true.
But here's Jungkook, at my door, ready to pose as my boyfriend.
How fucked up was this?
Before I answer the door, I double-check my appearance in the giant mirror of my studio.
I run a hand through my blond hair, carefully arranging the front which is blown up,gently flopping forward and sprayed into place.
My black Henley shirt with the sleeves pushed up, red twill shorts, with my brown leather Olukai loafers is my third change of clothes but the best look.
I feel like working at the fashion magazine is at least improving my fashion game.
I open the door and Jungkook looks as nervous as I am.
"Hey." is all he says.
"Hey yourself."
As a photographer, I see beauty in everyone, men and women alike.
Jungkook is gorgeous. He's tall.
And strong.
I'd photographed him before, too.
Headshots and some stock photo work and always told him he should consider print work but he preferred to be moving and walking and talking.
He is always moving around.
I even remember him getting into trouble in elementary school for it, Probably why he excelled in sports.
It was a huge blow when Jungkook got injured so badly his sophomore year of college.
But then he found acting and was saved a couple of years of concussions.
I look over what Jungkook's wearing and barely contain the laughter that threatens to burst out of my chest.
"What?" he asks defensively, realizing I'm checking out his attire.
"C'mon." I protest, waving him into my loft.
"You look like you're trying too hard. A pink button-down?"
"Seriously? And this bow-tie?" I push, tweaking the pre-tied bow-tie on his neck.
"No self-respecting gay man would wear a pre-tied tie." I explain, plucking the black abomination from his neck.
If I had to guess, I'd guess it's his uniform tie from work.
"You go legit or not at all."
"You did get the rest right, though."
I tell him, waving my hand at his skinny fit khakis and boat shoes he's wearing without socks.
"Hey I like the tie!" he protests.
"Want a real one?" I offer and head to my dresser.
Scratching around in my top drawer I pull out one with a blue and white plaid print accented by a thin yellow line.
It's one of my newer ties with diamond point ends.
How bow ties fell out of popularity for the boring straight ties, I'll never know (not that I wear ties with any regularity, but...).
I toss it to Jungkook who catches it and shakes his head.
"I have no idea how to tie one of these." he says holding it up.
"Good grief." I mutter and walk up to him, I take the fabric from him and pull up his collar.
As I do, I catch Jungkook's scent.
Warm and musky with a bit of spice.
I memorize the scent then shake off what that one whiff is doing to me and focus on the task at hand.
Besides, I don't have the hots my best friend.
The smell of Jungkook aside, tying the tie is more difficult than I thought.
I'm used to tying my own.
It's quite different from the other side.
Yet, as I struggle, I'm struck by how intimate this act is.
Furthermore, to be tying a necktie on someone who is portraying my boyfriend...
This notion gets me even more flustered.
"Shit Come here." I groan and drag him to the large mirror and stand close behind him.
I work my arms around his broad shoulders and have to steady myself. He feels so strong.
And the damn way he smells!
Fuck! Stop!
I clear my throat (and hopefully my mind) and take hold of the tie ends and easily work through the motion of tying the tie, explaining what I'm doing.
I notice Jungkook watch my fingers intensely, studying the way to properly tie the fabric.
It helps to realize that Jungkook isn't the least bit affected or uncomfortable.
Right Because we're just friends.
When I'm finished, Jungkook admires the tie and nods. "Yeah."
"This one does look better."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." I check my watch and see that it's already after two o'clock.
"Well, we should hit the road if we're going to be there fashionably late."
"GoogleMaps said it's a two-and-a-half-hour drive from here."
"Any later would be rude."
"Car's downstairs." he says, motioning for me to head on out.
I have to admit that as bad as Lisa can be at times, the fact that she has a car and a place to park it, is worth the hassle.
Yeah it's a self-serving appreciation of the girl but hey...
I grab my overnight bag and we head down to the car and before long we are on our way.
"So, exactly how are we pulling this off?" He asks a bit nervously as he pulls onto the road.
"Yeah, right."
"I've been thinking the same thing, I guess hand holding from time to time."
"I mean we certainly don't need to overdo the PDA."
"Well sure, That'd be tacky."
"Besides, my rates go up considerably for that shit."
We share a good laugh then I continue. "I guess I was thinking we'd just improve it."
"Steve is the one I need to impress but also he gave me a very clear vibe he's got the hots for me, so...shit maybe this was a mistake." I huff frustratedly.
"Nah man, Besides I'd much rather be doing this than cake tasting."
"Dude."
"I still don't know how you could have even asked her to marry you, She's such a cold fish."
"She's not that bad."
I shoot Jungkook a look as if to say, Are you fucking kidding me?
"Seriously." he insists. "She's kind. Smart. Successful and despite my complaining, she loves me and I love her."
"She's boring, Bossy."
"And has no tits or ass."
"Checking out my fiancée, are you?" he asks without an ounce of malice.
"Nope I'm gay, remember?" We both have a good laugh then settle down.
"Okay but we have to get
stories straight."
"When we met, How we fell in love."
"Nicknames." Jungkook suggests, bringing the conversation back to the next twenty-four hours or so ahead of us.
"Okay, Mr. Actor." I mutter, then grow serious as well.
"But seriously Kook."
"Thank you for this."
"Of course." he answers patting my leg reassuringly.
We spend the rest of the ride plotting and planning our "two-almost-three-year relationship," working in a lot of our real-life stories.
By the time we turn onto the road where Steve's home is, I have a good feeling that we will really be able to pull this off.
Well, not exactly 'good feeling.'
It's still fucked up but at least a little less awkwardly.
There's no one else in this world I trust to fill this role.
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