Mina P.o.V.

On my way to the director, whom I wanted to talk to, I passed the little restaurant, where many actors were having their meal.

To be honest, I was in a rush, and didn't plan on stopping next to the door, where I had a little glance into the restaurant, but then I heard Taehyungs little chuckle, silently, but clear between the other voices.

Immediately my motions froze and I widened my eyes to inspect the restaurant. Searching for Taehyung, I leaned closer to the door and tiptoed over to it, to have a perfect view.

Directly in front of me, I could see his  gorgeous shoulders. Even if I just faced his back and didn't see much of him, I felt very save watching him.

Until I started to ask myself who was also sitting on his table and my eyes wandered over to Soyi. In shock I furrowed my brows and glared at her beautiful face, that was pretty sure attracting Taehyung a lot.

If I listened carefully I could understand some phrases of their conversation.

"My mother died in a car accident some years ago..."

He was telling her about his life... Did he trust her that much?

But then the scales fell from my eyes and I smiled slightly.

He was a liar.
Taehyung had lied to her.

"How good, that I know better...", I whispered silently to myself and smirked.

For a while they talked about something I could not understand at all. Having decided to leave, I recognized a sudden movement of Taehyung. He was leaning in to be closer to Soyi and he seemed to whisper something in her direction, which she gifted with a cordial laugh.

Jealousy consumed me so I saw red and nervously looked around me. No one could stop me anymore.

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knock knock

Full of respect I entered the room, my head was facing the ground shyly, when I sat down in front of the director. His stare felt like he was judging my whole appearance.

"Good evening. My question is... The next week, on which days am I supposed to show up at the set."

He smiled roughly and gave as a response: "During the next scenes, we don't need you that often, but I would recommend you to come anyways, if you've got time, so you can get familiar with the working conditions here."

Thankfully I nodded and left the room with a little bow. He actually grinned at me, when I left the room and a feeling of pure luck rushed through my veins. I, Mina Park, had found an important part for my life, a work, I was comfortable with.

Constantly hopping from one foot to the other I made my way through the halls, not looking up- which was a big mistake...

I had no chance to help myself from falling to the ground after I had bumped into something big, that was blocking my way.
How could I not recognize the huge man, that had been sprinting around the corner.

"Can I help you?"

My mind was still clouded from the confusion due to the hard crash with my head on the ground, so I just took the offered hand without even asking.

When I had the feeling to be able to stand upright without help, I let go of his hand and spectated his face.

"What about saying sorry?"

My voice had strong similarities with the mating cry of a whale, but at least he seemed to understand my words.

Bogum was standing so near to me, that I instinctely stepped back several times. His good looking, constrained smile amused me more than I wanted to admit.

"You were the one who bumped into me, with the eyes staring at the ground."

Inside I was boiling from wrath and I had the urgent need to slap his oh so beautiful face.

Bitch.

Sticking my tounge out at him I flipped my hair over my shoulder and turned away from him.

Being about to chop off, I suddenly felt, that something had wrapped around my wrist, and was pulling me back.

His slow push backwards made me open my mouth for an angry scream.
This didn't bother him at all, and what he did was pushing me aggressively, but still gentle, against the wall behind me, and stepped closer to me.
He was invading my personal space, and my knees almost gave in.

But the thought that I was the one who was being nervous, was completely wrong, because I could see his hands and lips trembling when he leaned closer to me, his hand pressed on the wall behind us.

Cautiously I looked around me, trying to find a possibilty to escape, but Bogum's intense stare was locking my eyes at his.

"Let me go."

I hissed the words directly into his face, but he didn't change his position at all.

There was so much endless sadness in his longing eyes, but so much hope.

Hope for what?
Me?
Forget it honey.

After a nervous bite on his lips his cracky voice humbled: "Don't you feel anything."

With a bitter laugh, I threw my head back and put both of my hands at his warm chest. I felt how his heart was racing by my touch and I looked up. When my eyes met his, I gave him a grin, and a clear answer.

"Yes, I do. Hate."

Seeing his teary eyes, I hurried to get away from him, to not see him choking up. It would maybe make me change my mind.