Taehyung's POV.

"Oh. No. No. I will NOT do that."

"That's going to pay four hundred dollars a week, Tae! You'd be an idiot if you let it go now."

Damn, it's a lot of money. But no, I won't.

"I can't, Jimin, what the fuck would my parents think if they ever found out ?! Seriously, think about it for a minute."

Jimin sighed, frustration escaping from his short breath.

"Tae, it's not a career I'm proposing, it's just a photo shoot, maybe a few, it'll help you pay your dues. Damn, Taehyung, you've been begging me for a job and here I am practically giving you one. For four hundred dollars, damn it! I wish I could pose my beautiful little face for an hour and have that money. " He kicked, throwing his arms in the air. "If you do not get that job, you're an idiot."

"I'm not going to get the job."

"You're an idiot."

"Okay, then.I'm an idiot! I don't care!" My tone is so strident and if the fight had not lasted for at least thirty minutes now, I would be tempted to rush out of my own apartment. But fortunately for Jimin, arguing is not one of my favorite things and it's pissing me off.

"Oh my God." Jimin noticed. "Tae, what's wrong with you? You're not going to get fucked up, I'm not going to let you in. You're going to do this job."

We were silent, just looking at each other, knowing that one of us would give in if the other man could hold on for a few seconds. When my eyes fell, I knew I had lost.

"Okay, I'll do it. But if it's weird, or my mother even gives clues that He knows it, I'll get away."

"deal" He said smiling, victorious. "Deal" I said keeping my pose.

How in hell did three weeks go by so fast? I have no idea. I was dreading that day for so long that I finally managed to put that thought in the back of my head. And if it hadn't been for Jimin calling my cell phone, I might not have gotten out of bed.

But here I stand, standing in front of the mirror, looking at this distorted figure that looks like a monster made from my reflection. A little while later the mirror fired the steam from the hot bath I took, and I'm still standing and looking ... something I've been improving lately.

I glanced at my chest. It's good to see that I'm fit, I guess. It's good that I bought those pests too, before all my money went down the drain. Whatever. I've been through this guilty phase before, and I'm not in the mood to move again. Not today, at least. Maybe I'll drown my sorrows in beer tonight ... If I find some change under the couch or something.

Maybe I'm overreacting. But it's not like I'm used to it. Living like that, I say. Being a male model has already had its perks, which disappeared along with most of my money, a little dignity ... Pride ...

There's a painful hole in the back of my stomach before I have to throw myself out of my apartment. The studio is not that far, so I could walk. I just hope the photographer doesn't get too pissed off if I look a little sweaty.

God. It's worse than I thought. The building is even more finished than what I live in. The painting is peeled, has dog poop where it should have a beautiful and green lawn that is now dead and brown. Beautiful.

The cell phone vibrating in my pocket made me jump discreetly, and I rolled my eyes as I opened the flip.

"I'm here. You don't have to worry Jim" I said.

"Well, that's good."Jimin said. "You don't need me to hold your hand anymore."

I mumbled a "shut up" as I climbed the steps.

"Okay, so where do I really go?" I asked half lost.

"You don't have the paper I wrote down on?" Jimin asked, not waiting for an answer. "It's on the first floor, to the right, apartment twenty. Just come in, Hopi is waiting for you."

"I hope it's better inside what's out here." I told him as I entered the building, up the stairs on the right. Okay, maybe a part of me wanted Jimin to be here ...

"I understand, I'll call you when I finish telling you how it was."

"OK." Jimin agreed. "And Tae? " "Yes?" "Be nice."

I nodded and took a deep breath. I don't have a cruel cell in me, until I find out that the world could be so scrotal. I know I had to be nice, I just have to calm down a bit.

Opening the door of the apartment was like opening the door of a new world. The apartment is large, light and with thousands of lamps and a giant wall where many things could be placed. There was a small kitchen and a black leather sofa on the opposite side of the wall. I was expecting the leather, but the other things ... It wasn't so bad.

"Hi." I smiled and approached the guy who is obviously the photographer. He has a camera hanging from his neck and another in his hands.

"I'm J-hope, and you must be ..."

"Taehyung."

"Oh great." Jhope smiled and offered his hand to greet me. "Jiminie told me so much about you."

I smiled tightly. I've been such an idiot lately that I don't even remember how to take this.

"You can put your things there." Jhope said, pointing to the sofa. "Jungkook should be here soon."

"Jungkook?"

"The other model you're working with today."

"Right." I nodded and turned to put my backpack on the couch. Who the fuck is Jungkook? Oh God, please don't let him be an effeminate.

Well then the door opened and my shoulders stiffened. My eyes closed and I swallowed. This was really happening. How did I get into that kind of shit?"Hi, Hobi!" A thick, soft voice rang through the apartment and practically jumped into Hobi's arms.

"Hey Jin, how are you?"

"Good!" He smiled and turned to me. "And who is this?"

"Taehyung, this is Jin, he's going to do your makeup, and Jin this is Taehyung, one of the models."

I smiled and greeted him. Jin did the same, except that he looked me up and down. "I'll sort things out." He said and gave me another smile as he ran his hands through his black hair.

Jhope barely heard as he moved his camera.

I feel like I'm going to vomit. I just don't know what to expect with all this and even before I could control myself, I'm filling Jhope with questions.

"So it's ..." I started slowly. "Jim said it has no nudity."

Jhope looked at me. "Is that okay, or do you prefer it?"

"Arm, no ... All right." I breathed in relief. "So it's ... Are we going to have to ... kiss or something?"

Jhope shrugged, moving his camera again. "I don't think so ... It depends on what the magazine is going to want, it's going to have a few touches, though ... I hope everything's fine." He said, not looking up.

My stomach twitched. I decided not to ask for more details. "Yeah, I don't think so."

Smiling in a corner, Jhope looked up again. "So I guess you're not gay. And if you're not gay, why the fuck did you agree to pose for a gay magazine?"

Snapping my fingers nervously, I shrugged. "The money is good."

"Hmm. Yeah, well ... That depends." Jhope dragged a chair and sat down, picking up some movies. "I think the magazine has a few issues. It seems like sales have fallen since porn took up space on the internet."

"It shouldn't be that bad if I'm getting four hundred dollars for it." I pointed, sitting in a chair as well.

"Truth." Jhope nodded. "I think it'll be more, though."

Suddenly the door opened and my breathing stopped. Well, this must be Jungkook.

"Jinie! Jungkook is here! Let's start the show!" Jhope shouted, then said hello to Jungkook.

"Hey." Jungkook answered and looked at me. "Hi, I'm_jungkook."            "Taehyung."

"Nice to meet you." Jungkook smiled as he walked into the apartment, tossing his purse close to mine.He was quiet. Well, at least he's not effeminate. That's nice. I wonder why the nervousness grew in my stomach when Jungkook came in. Probably because we'll be in each other's arms briefly. Being totally gay. As long as I get paid for it, I do not care. It's only a few hours of my life thrown out and then it will be over. And besides ... Jungkook is not ugly, really. He seems like a nice guy, too.

Now that our makeup is ready and we're both tidy, I'm a little less anxious. Executives. That's the theme of today. Then we were dressed in tailor's pants, blue social shirt, hair tied up; And Jin was putting some more powder on Jungkook's forehead, and we're finally ready.

We don't talk much. It seems that Jungkook knows Jin and Jhope so I was just hearing them talking about random things that I'm trying not to pay attention to. I can't help but raise an eyebrow when Jin said he was in Veterinary College and mentioned that he could be the nanny to Jhope on Friday night if he needed it. It's just a casual conversation, and they seem to be nice people.

"Okay, guys, there are jackets over there, wear it and we'll get started." Jhope said as he walked to that huge white wall that is now full of things nearby. A water filter, a chair, and a table with some books, all to look like an office. I wonder if the magazine is really in trouble, otherwise I think they would have had a real studio. But this will work, and I'm not complaining. Jungkook took one of the jackets and gave it to me, and took the other one for himself.

We pose in silence for a while, Jhope instructing us, where to look and look serious. I stuck my chin and tried to squeeze my eyes. I probably looked like an idiot, but Jhope seemed to really like it. Jin watched for a while, before announcing that he had to leave for class, checked our makeup one last time and walked out the door like a flash. Jhope stopped to adjust the light and I began to relax somewhat. This wasn't so bad. The only part of Jungkook that I had to touch was his back as we leaned over the other. Not bad at all."Okay, take off your shirts, but leave the ties on." Jhope said and the familiar pain started to point in my stomach again.

My vision went a little blurry as I took off my jacket and put it on the chair. My palms were sweaty and I began to unbutton my shirt, my eyes fixed on Jungkook's chest, while his shirt slowly opened.

He's in good shape damn, I thought to myself and threw my shirt at Jungkook, who threw his aside.

"Jungkook, take Taehyung's tie and pull it to your side. Taehyung tilted your head to the side as if you are about to kiss him ."

Oh God.I need Jesus!

Before I could even understand what the fuck really was happening, I felt the pull on the back of my neck, and then I was inches from Jungkook's face.

Jhope sighed as he shook his head disapprovingly and walked over to us. "No ... Taehyung you have to bend down. You're too tall ..." He murmured under his breath. "And Jungkook, wrap his tie in your hand."

We did what he said and I'm having a hard time looking Jungkook in the eye.

"Passion, guys! I need a little passion here! Taehyung! Closer!"

I took a step closer to Jungkook, and swallowed. I tilted my head and let my eyes close. Fuck, my God ... I was not expecting the heat coming from Jungkook's body. It made my breathing quicken.

"Good, best! Keep it up babies!" Jhope screamed and began clicking through his camera over and over again.

We stayed as long as we could. Then Jhope told Jungkook to put his arms around my waist and lean his forehead against my chin.The fuck?

"Great job, guys! Keep it up!" Jhope said loudly, and moved almost dancing around us, taking pictures, approaching, doing what he had to do. Right now, I'm just trying to keep the heat from bothering me ... There ... Why, seriously, how embarrassing would that be?"Bring him closer, Jungkook. Hold up his hand."

I closed my eyes again. It's been a while since I've had someone's hands on me. It's been a long time. And Jungkook's hands are good. Not that strong hands attracted me or anything. No.

"Shit." Jhope muttered. "Guys, hold on, okay? I have to recharge."

Jungkook took a step back, but didn't move away from me. "Hey, by the way ..." Jungkook whispered, the first time he actually said anything directly to me, except for 'here we go. "" I'm not gay, or anything like that ... just doing it for the money, you know? "

I smiled at him. "Yes, I understand, I'm sorry ... If I'm being weird, this is the first time I do anything like that."

"Don't worry, you get used to it."

I laughed nervously. "I don't know that."

"Well ... I'll try to make it as simple as possible for these upcoming sessions."

Waiting. What?! "What?"

"For the other sessions we have to do ..." Jungkook looked at me as if I should know what he was talking about. "Your agent didn't tell you? The magazine is doing several sessions with the same models for upcoming publications I think it's a theme every week, but with the same models, they think it's going to help with sales, we're the models ... It was all in the contract, don't you remember?"

"Oh, uh, it's ... It's true." I nodded, but my vague look should have said otherwise. I just signed my name on the line. I didn't read a word of it. Fuck Jim for not telling me too!

"So it looks like we'll be best friends, at least for now." Jungkook smiled and I couldn't help but notice that he had his lips ... Amazing lips.

"Okay let's go!" Jhope screamed when he was ready. "Get rid of those pants and Taehyung, sit in the chair ... Jungkook sit on his lap and make it look as if you were going to do that in two seconds."

Jungkook laughed at that, as he began to unbutton his dark blue pants. I tried not to pay attention, but it was really difficult.

maybe. Maybe things are not so ugly now. While Jungkook gets rid of his pants, and is wearing only a white boxer, I believe things are not bad at all.

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