After much discussions, pursuance from the staff and a little blackmailing from Heejae's side, Hyunwoo agreed to hiring a professional actor to work in the advertisement. Seemed like he had wanted to show off his well built body but it wasn't the greatest tactic to attract attention.

He had also agreed to stay at his office rather than visiting the studio after the whole dating fiasco. Heejae in return had promised that she'd be extra careful with the shooting.

Working with professional actors was always better. A few shots and a big part was done. The cameraman would continue to take pictures for banners but the hardest part was over as of now.

After seeing through the whole shoot and ensuring that she didn't have to supervise anymore, she made her way to another set in the same building. It wasn't going to take a long to reach but somehow, Heejae found herself slowing down.

She touched the collar of the black oversized shirt, the one Yoongi had left at her place. 'What would he think? Would he start thinking I'm in love? Or worse, obsessed?' she thought to herself. She even had the urge to take it off as she reached the closed door, but something in her made her stop, square her shoulders and just let go.

She twisted the knob and opened the door. A few people, close to the door turned and gave her polite nods. Heejae recognised them and nodded back, smiling a little.

Walking further, she saw Anika holding the camera and taking shots of Jimin dressed in athleisure, posing. Heejae decided not to disturb her friend and instead go talk to other staff members.

Passing the preliminary greetings, the assistant director gave her a detailed report of the events. She found out that this shoot too, was in the last stages. Only Yoongi was left to do his solo shots and then they could wrap up and finish everything at their office.

Heejae decided to greet the members before leaving, afterall, they were some her favourite people to work with. Since she wasn't overlooking the whole project, she could be casual with them and crack some jokes as well.

She walked towards the dressing room. She was expecting the six men to be eating and goofing around as usual after a shoot. However, she was unaware of the fact that five of them had left already because of another schedule. Only Jimin and Yoongi stayed behind.

It would have still been fine, meeting Yoongi and testing his reaction to her outfit in the privacy. But she definitely didn't expect to see him kissing another woman as soon as she came across the half open door to the dressing room.

Her heart dropped, the blood draining from her face as she saw Yoongi's eyes closed as his makeup artist, Hana, kissed him, holding his face in her hands tenderly. Heejae felt as if her body was burning, her fists clenching with anger as tears gathered in her eyes. She gulped hard, biting down on her lip to not make a sound.

Her nails dug painfully into her palms as she continued to watch them, the woman pulling back, her face red and suggestive. "I know this is sudden, Yoongi," she said, looking into the frowning man's eyes. "I know this isn't the right to do, that we should be professional but I can't keep on going on like this. I like you. I really, really like you and--"

Heejae's eyes widened then, her hand flying to cover her mouth, lest she made a sound. The tears she had been holding now flowed freely as she watched Yoongi, the man she had started to fall for, clutch the other woman by her waist and meshing his lips against hers.

Hana moaned loudly, clutching onto Yoongi's shoulders as he continued to kiss her. They looked like the perfect representation of bliss and pleasure, enjoying in their own little world. That's when Heejae's feet moved.

She found herself running away from the heartbreaking scene, a sob breaking free as she made it to the bathroom. Closing the door, she started the faucet, splashing water on her face as she cried her pain out. Her fingers tangled into her hair, pulling on her locks to distract herself from the pain she felt in her heart, burning like a dry twig caught on fire.

She couldn't control her sounds, she was screaming, clawing her own skin, anything to remove the scene she had just witnesses from her memory. In the midst of all of it, her eyes fell on her reflection. Hair loose and messy, red eyes and nose, the vein in her neck thrumming visibly and the Black shirt.

Her shaky hands moved on their own accord, unable to unbutton it fast enough. She frantically started pulling at the shirt, sobbing once again, her vision blurring as one button finally broke free. Her messed up brain couldn't process things fast enough but she had somehow pulled the shirt over her head and had thrown it into the dustbin nearby, leaning on the sink.

She had known it was nothing but a fling, an adventure. She had also known that he would be the one who walked away. She was ready to face the rejection, she had prepared herself for the 'no'. But no one could have prepared her for this feeling of betrayal. Yes, he had betrayed her and now, she'd make sure he would pay.

She somehow got hold of herself, brushing her hair back in the pony, fixing her white turtleneck and reapplying her makeup. She didn't look the best but she was presentable.

A chilly aura surrounded her as she walked through the hallways to the main studio, her previous smile gone. This time she walked up to Anika, holding her hand, catching her attention. The other woman's eyes widened at her friend's swollen, red eyes. "Jae..."

Before she could talk further, Heejae interrupted her. "Where is Yoongi?"
"Here," a voice said from behind them. He sounded out of breath. Anika flinched as Heejae's hold tightened on her hand but she didn't say anything.

Taking a bracing breath, the women both turned around to watch the stylist furiously trying to fix the rapper's messy hair. Their eyes met for a moment and Heejae thought something like guilt flashed in Yoongi's eyes but it was soon replaced by indifference.

"What the hell have you been doing?" her voice boomed in the huge studio, making everyone flinch along with the stylist. Hana hung her head down, bowing and apologizing to the glaring woman.

Heejae scoffed. "Do you think apologizing would work on me? I'm not like these men who go soft seeing a teary eyed woman. You had one job!" she went off like a bomb. "You had to make sure that Min Yoongi was dressed and had his hair and makeup done on time. But look at him! He has messy hair, swear dripping down his face and chapped lips. Just exactly what were you doing?" she sneered with as much hatred she could muster. The double meaning thrown in her word wasn't lost on anyone present. Murmurs were quick to spread, adding to the humiliation of the stylist.

However, it was Yoongi who stepped forward, seemingly shielding the now crying woman as he faced Heejae. "You don't have a right to say a word to her, Park Heejae. She is my stylist. Any delay in the shoot is my responsibility and I'm ready to take it."

No, not now, Heejae thought as her throat constricted from unshed tears. She managed to pull her lips into the brightest, fakest smile she could manage. "Right, it's your responsibility only if you are involved in the being late. Tell me, were you involved?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't and wouldn't answer that question infront of so many people and Heejae knew it. She gave him a nod, her hold on Anika's hand tightening even more. "That's what I thought, Min Yoongi," she whispered, pulling her friend out of the now silent studio.

"What was that?" Anika asked as soon as they were out in the hallway but instead of answering, Heejae broke down. Anika realised it was something really bad and instead of questioning her further, she held her close as she cried and later took her home when she calmed down a little.

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A/N:

No words at all.

Theories! I would love to hear what you think about this whole event. Especially Yoongi.

I hope you like this chapter and I hope you are taking care of yourselves.

Thank you for reading!!