❝Skills are cheap, passion is priceless.❞

ACT I—TWELVE

HOT AS fire and cold as ice－Aya felt both at the same time while walking to the set with utmost confidence. She knew every human, specially men who were present there－be married or unmarried, couldn't stop their eyes to roam over her body that was hugged with a black dress like her second skin. Slyly she eyed the room, searching for a familiar face that was yet to become dear to her.

"Miss Min, please rest here. We'll start the shoot as soon as Mr Park arrives－oh there he is!"

Before her eyes could react, her ears perked up as several gasps were heard behind of her. She followed the pathway of the director's widened eyes with her own. Breath hitching, a small gasp threatened to fall out of her mouth as her eyes took in the figure clad in black.

A hand tucked inside his black pants' pocket, Jimin walked towards them with his chin held high. His piercing gaze and dark aura entranced everyone presented in the room.

The director stared with his jaw dropped.

"Perfect. Just so perfe－"

His blood ran cold when he realized where and in front of whom he just spoke those words.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to－"

"Perfect. He is perfect."

For Clover.

Dazed out, staring at his figure, Aya blurted out half of her thought.

The director squinted his eyes as his apology hung in the air. He had questions but his job was more dear to him, for what he had to keep his mouth shut.

Aya searched familiarity in those eyes that seemingly mesmerized her often. What she got in return were dark piercing orbs that held no sign of familiarity.

"Lets start," Jimin's voice snapped the director out of his trance.

The director nodded, "Yes, let's!"

While taking their stand, not for once Jimin looked at her side. This, the act of being strangers should've made her happy. After all, she was the one who wanted it. But all she could do was to frown and feel a little hit of disappointment.

"Bloody cheater!"

With a shout she threw the vase with full force, shattering it into pieces. Then she pulled the sheets of the bed and kept making a mess of the room like an enraged girlfriend, as she was supposed to do according to her script.

"Stop it, Nanhee."

And Aya did stop. She turned only to look at him with fiery hatred filled eyes. The fire on her eyes started to flicker as soon as they locked with his dark ones. For a second, all she could see was him as her mind was going blank, refusing to see anything else.

And Jimin felt no different than her.

He had a hard time to keep his act and not stare at her face, at her black low v neck cut dress that hugged her curves too perfectly. Intaking a sharp breath, Jimin continued. Each step he took towards her, the tension became denser than ever between them.

"I didn't cheat. We're going to get divorced. I was about to tell you but I was afraid. That's why I waited till the divorce happened. I'm sorry you had to learn in this way. Trust me, we mean nothing to each other. I only love you. Just you," he stated standing a foot away from her.

"You're a liar! I don't believe in your lies anymore, Junghyun."

"But I do. I believe in us, in our love."

Touching her forearm gently, he explained with a calm soothing voice.

Sparks.

They both felt but ignored and focused only on what they're best at.

Faking emotions.

"No, I don't. Get away from me," Aya screamed and tried to get away from him only to find herself tangled in his embrace.

The one who watched the shoot, were in awe at how they looked like a real couple. None saw how Jimin hesitated or how Aya's heart thudded as they got closer and closer.

Then it happened.

Shutting his eyes as tight as possible, his lips claimed hers without any will, any feelings.

Everything was an act for what the scene demanded.

Jimin pushed her against the wall with little force before putting a hand behind her head in fear of her getting hurt.

Was he always this careful? He doesn't remember.

And that small action managed to erupt flutters in Aya's heart that the forced kiss couldn't.

He cared for her. Care. Something Aya had a crave for. Aya thought it was just his kind personality but her heart was still having its small somersaults.

There was no movement made. Lips only pressed together that too, as light as feathers. But time was running and the camera had started to zoom in. Which had only one conclusion. They had to kiss for real.

Giving some gap between them, Jimin opened his eyes to look at her tightly closed ones. Hesitancy was there when he waited for her permission.

Without opening her eyes, she knew what he was doing. But she didn't need it. She didn't need his or anyone's care. Her craving must die and she'd do anything to kill it.

"Just do it, Jimin. Strangers don't care. Just do the damn act," whispering she spat her bitter words that only landed into his ears.

Stranger.

Jimin's jaw ticked as anger bubbled inside him.

"If you want so," he gritted out as lowly as possible.

And that's how it all began.

Jimin's plump lips captured her less plump ones with no mercy. There was no gap for air to pass between them as Jimin started the rough yet sensual kiss. Aya trembled in shock as the physical contact with him became real.

Hurt, anger, disappointment, hesitancy everything blended together and did a havoc in Jimin's mind. Before the havoc could do any damage, she did it already.

For Aya held his head gently and tugged the root of his hair skillfully. Things didn't get any better when she applied gentle suction on his lower lip. Though Jimin wanted to ignore it but there was this new feeling that was building inside him, slow and haze.

Jimin pulled back so slightly that it wasn't much visible. Even if it was, there's always this magic called editing. His hooded eyes stared at her closed ones before whispering so lowly to her.

"You don't have to－"

"I told you, Jimin. I am skilled."

Still eyes shut, came out Aya's voice, stern and rigid.

Anger over powered the care he felt.

If that's what you want.

Holding her face with his soft hand and tilting her head on one side, Aya opened her eyes only to meet his hooded ones momentarily before she was swept into a more demanding kiss. Jimin sucked her bottom lip and bit on it, making her gasp.

Her hands that were tangled on his hair for feigning sensuality, now tugged firmly for the overwhelming sensation she was feeling. She tried to keep up with the way he was kissing. But couldn't. The way he was nipping, sucking and licking made her legs weak and mind blank.

The feeling of anger was now a goner in front of the unknown desire that Jimin felt.

Jimin's angry kiss turned into a sensual, passionate one that he had no plan of. It just happened like that. Aya sighed heavily when his body pressed into her more. She couldn't move, couldn't get away. For Jimin invaded her space, mind and sanity as well.

Jimin left her lips with a gentle sound of smack when the need to breathe grew urgent. Before Aya could take a deep breath or let out a sigh, Jimin glided his lips down at her neck and sucked, scrapping her skin with his teeth.

And that action caused a reaction from her that no one in the room, even she herself didn't think was capable of.

Aya moaned out his name, his actual name surprising everyone in the room, and Jimin. He froze, so as Aya.

"And cut!"

Everyone were wide eyed until the director broke them out of their trance with a loud clap. They soon joined him clapping for the extra ordinary scene they played.

Little did they know the play was over when the players surrendered themselves in the given passion of desires.

The cameo actors stood there still and frozen. Their eyes planted on the ground as they couldn't dare to look each other in the eyes. Every happened so fast with so much frenzy that they had yet to process what they did and what had been done.

Jimin kept a hand on the wall protecting any eyes to peer on her messed condition. Aya's heart would've fluttered if it wasn't already thudding and trying to escape her rib cage.

"You acted so well, Aya. I almost believed the kiss was real."

Only then Jimin brought his eyes up to meet hers because they both knew what happened between them was far more than just an act. Though the actions were made unconsciously, depended on desire, still Jimin anticipated her answer to her make-up artist who seemed to enjoy the session very well.

"Y-yeah. I've skills after all," Aya replied still panting and dazed out.

All on a sudden, Jimin's eyes became stone cold as something clicked inside and made the anger mark its territory again.

Aya couldn't control the gasp that left her mouth when Jimin held her waist with a tight grip and pushed her small body into his, almost an embrace.

"Skills are cheap while passion is priceless."

He whispered in her ears before pulling his heart beat away from her, leaving the room and a shocked Aya behind.

Clouded with his thoughts Jimin bumped with a figure that he had no idea of.

"Sorry," he said without looking at the person and walking away with a frown latched on his face.

"You will be," the person mumbled as his eyes never left Jimin's figure.

Poking his inner cheek with his tongue, he fished out his phone out of the pocket and called a number.

"Yes, it's me, Jeon. I need the profile of Jimin. Park Jimin. Send it to my office in an hour."

Jungkook hung off and twirled the phone on his hand as his mind wasn't getting in any conclusion.

"My my who is this Park Jimin who managed to trigger such loud noises from my love."

Jungkook tilted his head and eyed the fading figure of Jimin. His eyes full of curiosity while lips held a cheeky smile.

"Can't leave without a research, now can we?"

Note :

In this chapter, we've seen Aya talking about her skills and then Jimin acting out his skills hmm ;)