It's a job a few of her friends recommended to her. Easy work they had told her. A lot of fetching coffee and stupid shit like that.

That's what Minjeong's expecting when she sends in her application to be a personal assistant on the set of some movie being filmed in town.

She doesn't expect to get an interview, really; there's bound to be a seemingly endless number of people dying to work on a movie set, and the other applicants are almost guaranteed to be more invested in the job. Minjeong's only applying because she'd been laid off a few days before the applications went online.

She can't even name the last movie she actually saw in theaters. That was probably years ago now.

But she isn't about to say no to a job, especially when she has a rent payment looming just around the corner and no steady source of income anymore. The email from someone or other's PA's PA requesting her presence for an in-person screening was a godsend for her, and despite all the shit she may have gotten in college from friends and acquaintances alike, she isn't stupid enough to turn down four to five months of pay, more-qualified and committed applicants be damned.

And that's why she's standing awkwardly outside of a trailer in what had used to be an empty lot while someone or other's manager rattles on about what behavior is expected of her if she gets the job. It had never occurred to her that she had applied to be a specific person's "on-site personal assistant" or that there were multiple different PA positions she could have applied for. Part of her wonders, for what feels like the thousandth time, what she's doing here.

Oh, right. Money, she remembers, wincing despite herself.

The manager raises a single eyebrow, but says nothing of it, continuing with her lecture. Minjeong had zoned out shortly after she started, and even though the manager looks like she's well-aware of it, it's too late in her speech for her to start now. Minjeong just nods every time she pauses, trying to look respectful anyway.

Her mind doesn't stop wandering until the manager shoves a clipboard under her nose.

"Please sign here, Ms Kim. It's a confidentiality agreement." The manager tells her, holding out a pen for her to take. She does so hesitantly, signing her name on the line marked with a large, red cross. "Alright then, it's time to meet Jimin. Come along."

She opens the trailer door, and holds it while Minjeong climbs the small set of stairs to the entrance and steps through the threshold.

The girl seated inside is easily one of the most beautiful people Minjeong had the pleasure of meeting, and Minjeong nearly chokes on her own spit at the sight of her. The manager, who had followed her into the trailer before letting the door swing shut, walks around her and hands the girl the clipboard in her hands.

"Kim Minjung?" The girl asks, looking up to meet Minjeong's eyes and nearly giving her a heart attack in the process. Of course a celebrity would have a lovely voice to go along with her gorgeous face. Some people are just born perfect.

"It's Minjeong, actually." Minjeong stutters out, certain she's turning pink.

"Minjeong?" Jimin repeats, smiling when Minjeong nods. "That's a beautiful name. I'm Yu Jimin. It's a pleasure to meet you." She says, holding out a hand.

Minjeong steps closer to the other girl, careful not to trip on the trailer's carpet and takes the hand. "The pleasure's all mine."

The handshake lingers a little longer than Minjeong used to, so she snatches her hand back as soon as she feels Jimin's grip on her hand loosen. Linking her hands behind her back, she shakes her hand out, frowning slightly at how it's still tingling from the contact.

"So you want to be my personal assistant." Jimin says, either unaware of or ignoring Minjeong's stilted behavior.

"Uh, yes!" Minjeong answers, heart rate picking up in an uncharacteristic show of nervousness. "Yes, I want to be your personal assistant."

Jimin just smiles. "Can you tell me why?"

Minjeong blanches, already kissing this job goodbye. "I, uh—that's, well, uh..." She starts, wracking her brain for a reason that sounds better than "I need a job and I heard this was a pretty easy one."

"You can be honest with me, Minjeong." Jimin tells her before furrowing her brow. "You don't mind if I call you Minjeong, do you?"

"Of course not! You can call me anything you want." Minjeong says, tongue nearly tripping over itself in her hurry to get the sentence out.

"Great. You can call me Jimin, then." Minjeong's face heats up at the notion of addressing someone undoubtedly famous so familiarly. "If you insist." She mumbles.

Jimin just smiles larger. "So, why do you want to work for me? Be honest, I won't judge."

"I—" Minjeong starts before sighing. "I need a job." She answers honestly. "I got laid off from my last one a few days back, but job hunting takes forever, and I need money to pay for rent and stuff now. This is a guaranteed paycheck for the next six months, and that's better than getting evicted, you know?"

If anything, Jimin's smile just grows at her reason. "Thank you for your help, Giselle, but I'd like to talk with Minjeong alone for a bit." Jimin tells the manager, who simply nods and leaves the trailer. Once the door shuts with a soft click, she turns back to Minjeong, her smile looking more and more like a smirk. "So you need a job."

"Yes." Minjeong admits, the predatory glint to Jimin's grin making her fidget in place.

"Well then, I think I have an arrangement that might work for both of us."

Minjeong frowns at that. "What do you mean?"

"I'm looking for a personal assistant, but I need help with something beyond that." Jimin says.

Minjeong nods hesitantly, and Jimin continues. "I'm not sure how much you pay attention to tabloids, but the media likes to spread rumors about me and my relationships. Particularly my relationship with Na Jaemin, my co-star."

"So what?" Minjeong cuts in. "You want me to cover for you while you sneak around with another actor?"

Jimin laughs, the sound clear and bright. "Hardly. Jaemin is a good friend of mine, but that's it. He's just a friend, and frankly, I'm tired of people assuming who I'm dating or that I'm even straight for that matter. So you're going to help me throw the media a curveball." She pauses and adds, almost as an afterthought. "If you want to, that is. I would hate to put you in a position you're uncomfortable with and I can always find someone else to help me with this."

Minjeong's certain the expression on her face is nothing short of utter confusion, so she shakes her head in a futile attempt to clear it. "Wait, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"That depends," Jimin replies with a small shrug and a sly grin. "What do you think I'm suggesting?"

"That you—" Minjeong pauses, one hand rubbing at her temple. "You want me to help you fake a relationship to get the media off your back?"

"Ding-ding-ding." Jimin sing-songs. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting."

Hunch aside, Minjeong did not expect Jimin to be serious, so it floors her to hear that.

"Seriously?" Minjeong asks, voice saturated with disbelief. "You want me to pretend date you?"

Jimin nods, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. "There's, like, a million reasons why this won't work." Minjeong mutters.

"I'm not so sure about that." Jimin says. "I've thought about this for a very long time, and I think we could pull it off. If you want to, that is."

"This is crazy." Minjeong replies, laughing shakily. She hadn't expected to get an interview in the first place, but this is beyond anything she could have imagined. "But I think I'm about to say something even crazier."

"Hm?"

"Okay." Minjeong says, watching as Jimin's expression shifts from confused to pleased.

"You've got a deal, I'll do it."

Jimin laughs, hand daintily covering her mouth, and Minjeong can't help but hear the relief in it.

"You must really need this job."

"Yeah, I really do." Minjeong replies. "But who knows? Maybe it'll be fun, fake dating an actress."

"I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Jimin jokes, laughter still coloring her voice.

Minjeong keeps smiling, somehow immensely pleased with herself for making Jimin laugh. "Yeah, I guess we will."

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