"Your BMI has gone up one percent, Taehyung. Why is that?" His dietician lifted his arm, inspecting the muscle that had been perfectly trained to achieve. "We can't have you gaining any fat, you know that."

"The gym was incorporated into his schedule." His manager said from beside him. "I don't understand why it has gone up."

Taehyung bit his tongue and leaned back in his lavish seat, the scattered cushions upholding his arms so that they rested pleasantly. He hadn't been working out the past week, instead heading straight home after the craziest schedule yet and simply crashing into bed.

Of course there were consequences, he knew that, and now he would suffer for it.

"Doesn't seem to be enough." His manager clicked his tongue, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "All his meals have been regulated, too— I don't understand."

"Could be the fucking stress you've been burying him under."

Taehyung mentally groaned as Jin came stalking up behind the small common area they were seated in. A small coffee table in the break room, wonderful seating with a side counter of expensive delicacies and drinks.

Clearly, he received none of the treats, as per his strict modeling diet.

"Jin, an unexpected presence you've made." Taehyung's manager muttered with a bared jaw. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"Oh, I am on a break," Jin glared at both his manager and dietician. "As every person should be given." His gaze softened, lips quirking a sarcastically bright smile. "I was actually here to ask for Taehyung's opinion on some of my next shoot's outfits."

"He doesn't style his own shoots, why would his opinion help?"

Taehyung kept his mouth glued shut, rage boiling inside, but like an iceberg, it remained dubbed under and unseen. He was a pawn, a handsome perfect pawn that was worth billions of won. They controlled every aspect of his physical appearance— leaving the mental part for him to deal with.

Taehyung had outlived the excitement of paparazzi, fans shoving items in his face to be autographed, being known in every direction of which he traveled... now he was deep in the real life of his work. The hours of sleep, more so the lack of, saesangs, faking his iconic smile, work being his only outlet of time pass without feeling like he was wasting time.

He had made mistakes, missing the manipulation behind kind gestures, underpricing his work, misuse of his name and face, heartbreaks... he wasn't a novel celebrity who fell for those traps anymore, but they still hit close to home.

"He styles his clothing everyday," Jin scowled. "And I for one, find his style impeccable. So, if you're done here, I'll be taking him."

"He's working." His manager argued.

"Give me five, Hyung." Taehyung whispered, pushing off the elder's right grip on his fine silk shirt that shimmered under the break room's ornate spotlights.

"Two minutes." Jin declared. "And I'm staying right here."

Taehyung smiles softly and gazed over at the angered appearance on his manager's face, his dietician remaining blurred from the conversation.

"Add more time for his training. It doesn't seem to be doing enough, so add more." His manager sent Jin a smug look as the smile on his hyung's face fell.

"He doesn't have time for that!"

"Makeup can cover up dark circles," the dietician distastefully spoke as he scribbled down the rearrangement of Taehyung's schedule. "It can't cover up his fat."

"I lied," Jin snapped, grasping Taehyung's arm and pulling him to his feet. "I'm taking him now."

Without another wasted second in that draining room, Taehyung felt the air push past his handsome face as Jin pulled him out the double doors.

"He's likely to complain to your manager, Hyung." Taehyung sighed as their pace slowed and the tight grip on his forearm was released.

"Firstly, you forget I dyed and cut my own hair," Jin scoffed. "I don't give two shits about what they think."

Taehyung chuckled at the words, remembering that night vividly. Jin had caused quite the brilliant riot. "And secondly?"

"It's nearly ten o'clock, Tae," Jin pointed star the minimalist wall clock, hands striking five before the fateful time.

"Shit." He swore, grabbing his phone to dial his stylist. "Thirty five minutes, how the hell did Manager-nim and I lose time?"

"Hey," Jin rested his palms on his shoulders, stopping his hand from pulling the phone to his ear. "Relax. The shoot is on site and your stylist does god's work, you're in good hands. Besides, make this one good, your date is right afterwards."

"Date?" Taehyung's eyes snapped wide in opposition. "It's not a date, Hyung!"

"Just joking, silly," Jin laughed. "But, make sure you've got security with you. You can't take any risks with a stranger, okay?"

"I know, I know." Taehyung placed the phone on the side of his head as it rung. On the third buzz, it connected and his stylist's soothing voice came in with a quick 'hello.' "Noona, are you at the dressing room?"

"I'll leave you to it." Jin spoke in a hushed town, raising a phone gesture and shaking his wrist. "Tell me how it goes!"

Taehyung quickly explained his delay before racing to the dressing room for his Samsung endorsement session. Ironic considering he used a damn iPhone.

open one message from v_95✔️ ?
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v_95
are you here?

jjungkookie
almost! I'll be there in a couple more minutes

v_95
I'll send someone down, I still have a half hour here :( I'm sorry

jjungkookie
no no that's okay!! I'll hang out in the lobby

jjungkookie
I'm good at wasting time, don't rush for me

v_95
thank you jungkook

v_95
and I like having a valid reason to rush, no one bothers me then :)

jjungkookie
hey taehyung

v_95
yes my mystery man?

jjungkookie
thank you☺️
this whole thing means a lot

v_95
now don't make me cry on set angel

v_95
i'm just excited to finally see your face

jjungkookie
i'm excited to see yours too🥺

v_95
you've seen it everywhere jungkook

jjungkookie
it's always different in person

v_95
I like the way you think

v_95
now tell me what you're wearing so the security guards know who you are...