It only takes Minjeong a few days to memorize Jimin's favorite drink order, and that's the first sign that taking this job may not be as terrible an idea as Minjeong was worried it might be. If anything, Jimin's bright smile the first time Minjeong handed her the cup without being asked first is definitely worth it.

The paycheck she gets for standing around half the day is also worth it, but sometimes she has to remind herself that she's doing this for the money and not the fake-relationship she got herself into. The dating scheme doesn't even start for the first week, though by the time Minjeong's dismissed for the weekend, she's a little worried that Jimin's been sending her hints and she's just failed to notice any.

That worry is quickly thrown out the window when she gets a text.

Hey, come pick me up. I'm staying at Fairmont Hotel.

Which is why Minjeong finds herself fighting through a sea of paparazzi on a Friday night instead of going out with her friends. She doesn't really mind being pulled away from the half-assed tequila shots and an endless flow of PBR she isn't even partaking of, and she's not one to turn down a chance to spend time with a beautiful girl, but damn, if this isn't inconvenient.

By the time she gets to the front doors (she has to show a few haggard doormen her set pass before they let her through), Jimin's already waiting for her, sunglasses on despite the late hour. Jimin greets her with a tight hug, whispering 'play along' into her ear before she pulls away, and takes her arm. Minjeong just leads her back through the doors, making sure to keep a firm grip on the arm Jimin slipped through hers.

"Where do you want to go?" Minjeong nearly screams to be heard over the dull roar of the crowd just outside.

"How about your place?" Jimin says back, loudly enough that the paparazzi had to have heard her, and if the increased murmuring is any indication, they did.

Suddenly aware of everyone's attention on her, Minjeong feels a whole body's worth of blood rush to her face. "Are you sure?"

Jimin smiles back at her briefly before leaning down and whispering in her ear again. "What happened to playing along?" She asks, grin turning wicked at the increased flush to Minjeong's face.

"S-sorry." Minjeong chokes out, heart deciding the best place to beat is in her throat instead of her chest. Tightening her grip on the arm wrapped around hers, she tugs Jimin in the direction of her car, doing her best to ignore the probing questions from the crowd.

Not that actually doing so is easy. "Who the hell is this girl?" One voice pierces through the din as the mass of people move to block them.

"My personal assistant!" Jimin calls back, grin so evident in her tone, Minjeong doesn't need to look at her to confirm that it's there. The crowd's increased murmuring makes Minjeong duck her head down and redouble her efforts to block out what they're saying.

It's a fight to get to the car and though she's never really entertained the idea of being famous, Minjeong decides that nothing could possibly make the sheer lack of privacy and respect for personal space worth it. Cameras flash around them as they walk and once they reach Minjeong's car, the paparazzi practically mob the car to keep them from getting in and driving away.

Minjeong about to threaten bodily harm to a few, but Jimin grabs her rising fist and smiles at her softly before opening the passenger door and shoving her in. She hardly has a second to react before Jimin slips in herself, nudging her to slide over the center console.

"How well do you know the city?" Jimin asks while Minjeong's still climbing to the driver's side.

"Born and raised." Minjeong replies, finally settling into the seat.

"Good, because you might want to drive around a bit before going home. Wouldn't want the paparazzi to find out where you live." Jimin tells her with a wink, and the blush that had been draining from Minjeong's face comes back in full force. Minjeong just nods and starts the car, honking a few times to scare the people blocking them into getting out of the way.

She takes Jimin's advice once they get on their way and doesn't bother driving anywhere close to the hotel until after she's sure there's no cars following them. Absentmindedly, she calls out various place names as she drives, pointing them out when they hit red lights. Jimin just nods along as she looks around to see whatever she can in the low light.

By the time they get far enough, Minjeong pretty sure that anyone who thought to tail them has long since been left behind, so she keeps on driving until they hit her neighborhood. She pulls onto her street, and the heavens themselves must be smiling on her because there's a parking spot right outside her house.

"You own a house?" Jimin asks as she gets out of the car.

"Not exactly. I rent the first floor." Minjeong explains, motioning towards the second door before locking her car. "Maybe one day, though."

Jimim just smiles at her and walks up the path to the door. "So someone lives on the second floor? Is that ever inconvenient?"

"No, not really," Minjeong says, following along behind. "They do own a dog that barks at every other animal that walks by, but it's easy enough to ignore after a while." She digs her keys out, before yanking open the screen door and sticking her key in the lock. "Well, come on in."

Stepping aside to let Jimin through the door, Minjeong belatedly realizes she probably should have cleaned earlier. She watches as Jimin takes the place in, eyes scanning over the whole room.

"It's cozy." Jimin says, and Minjeong feels her shoulders relax.

"Yeah, it's home." Minjeong replies. "Sorry for the mess, though. I wasn't really expecting company."

Jimin waves a hand dismissively, kicking her shoes off by the door and taking a seat on Minjeong's ratty, old couch. "Don't worry about it. I didn't exactly give you much warning."

"No, you didn't." Minjeong laughs, taking a seat on the couch next to the other girl. She's surprised at how easy it is to talk to her, but she doesn't bother to dwell on it. "So what do you want to do now? I've got Disney movies and ice cream."

Jimin's eyes light up, and Minjeong knows she's in for a good night.

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Minjeong doesn't actually meet any of the other actors until that following Monday. She's just arrived with Jimin's morning drink to find Jimin in her trailer with a very tall and good looking man.

"Minjeong! You're early." Jimin says, smiling warmly at her as she closes the trailer door. Minjeong fishes her phone out of her pocket and checks the time. True enough, she's a few minutes ahead of time. "Line was shorter than usual." She responds, sounding a bit too much like an excuse even to her own ears. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Jimin says, taking the cup with a smile. "Have you met Jaemin, yet? He'll be filming with us starting today."

"No, I don't believe we've met yet." The man cuts in before Minjeong has a chance to answer. He pushes off the wall and takes a step closer to her, hand extended. "Na Jaemin. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Kim Minjeong." Minjeong says, giving his hand a firm shake and his body a once-over. They certainly found attractive actors for this movie. "It's nice to meet you, too."

Jaemin keeps a hold on her hand and gives her a stunning smile, one that reminds her of a heartthrob. "Jimin," He calls, eyes never leaving Minjeong's face. "You never told me you found yourself such a pretty assistant."

"There's a lot I don't tell you, Jaemin." Jimin replies lightly, with a small laugh. "Minjeong dear, how was the rest of your weekend?"

Minjeong ears turn bright red at the affectionate term, and she drops Jaemin's hand like it's burning her. "R-relaxed," she stutters as she sidesteps the man in front of her. "I actually brought something you left at my place." Rooting through her bag, she pulls out a brown knitted scarf and holds it out.

"'Left at her place?" Jaemin questions, and out of the corner of her eye, Minjeong can see his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "I can see you two are getting along quite well, though it's unlike you to leave your things around like that."

Jimin takes the scarf, smiling warmly at Minjeong and resting her hand on Minjeong's forearm. "I suppose I was just out of sorts." She says, thumb rubbing the bare skin of Minjeong's arm. "It was so much warmer the next morning, I must have forgotten I'd had it the night before."

"Oh, you stayed the night? I hope the medias didn't notice that." Jaemin turns to face the others, his eyebrows lifting a little higher.

"It was just an innocent sleepover. Girl stuff." Jimin replies.

"'Girl stuff?"

"Movies and ice cream." Minjeong cuts in. Jaemin sends her another charming smile, but Minjeong finds it hard to concentrate on it while Jimin's soft fingers trace patterns on her skin. "Playing with each other's hair. That kind of thing."

"It was just so late by the time we were done, it would have been terrible to make Minjeong drive me back to the hotel after." Jimin adds. "We just really hit it off, I guess."

"I can see that," Jaemin says, reclaiming his spot against the wall. "I'm glad to see you making friends so quickly, Jimin. I know you've struggled with it in the past."

"Minjeong makes it easy. She's got quite the infectious personality." Jimin responds, sending Minjeong a wink.

Jaemin opens his mouth to speak again, but he's interrupted by a pounding on the trailer door. "Jimin-sshi, have you seen Jaemin? The stylist want him in ten, but he's not in his trailer." A voice calls through the thin walls.

Jimin abruptly drops Minjeong's arm and nudges her towards the door. Taking the hint, Minjeong rushes to the door before Jaemin can leave on his own and pulls it open. "He's not here," She blurts out the second she spots the assistant on the other side. "But if he drops by, I'll be sure to pass along the message."

The assistant looks at her in what she can only assume is surprise. "Oh! Thanks, I'll keep looking, then."

"Yeah, you do that." Minjeong says hurriedly, closing the door before she's even done with the sentence. When she turns back around, Jaemin looks thoroughly confused and Jimin just sends her a thankful smile.

"Do you not want to be seen with me anymore, Jimin?" Jaemin asks, sounding more bemused than hurt.

"It's not that," Jimin replies with a sigh. "It's just—you hate the rumors too. I don't think you being caught in my trailer on the first day you're here to film is the best idea."

Jaemin looks to Minjeong, eyes trailing up and down her form like he's looking at her for the first time. "You get your personal assistant in on it?"

"Perceptive as always, Jaemin. It'll make everything look more platonic, you know, if she's always around too."

"I suppose I shouldn't be upset about spending time with such a pretty girl." Jaemin says, sending a wink in Minjeong's direction, and she briefly wonders how a girl like Jimin managed to befriend a man like Jaemin. "You always did have great taste in girls."

Jimin flushes bright red at that comment, launching from her seat to push Jaemin towards the door. "Alright, that's enough out of you." She says hurriedly, throwing the door open.

"Aren't your stylist looking for you, anyway?" Jaemin manages one last smile at Minjeong before Jimin slams the door in his face.

"So that's Na Jaemin?" Minjeong asks with a small chuckle, hoping to lighten the suddenly tense mood. "What's up with those flirting?"

Jimin just laughs, bright and clear. "You'd be surprised how many girls it works on." Jimin replies, smiling lightly as Minjeong approaches her from the other side of the trailer.

Grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers, Minjeong gives Jimin a grin of her own. "Well, most girls aren't fake dating someone beautiful like you."

Jimin's face turns flaming red, and Minjeong feels immensely proud of herself to know that she caused it.

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