The set was buzzing with activity as cameras rolled and lights flashed on the bustling movie set. Taehyung stood in the middle, dressed in a sleek, dark suit, his face stoic and professional as he nailed his lines. He was used to this—he was one of the biggest stars in the country. But as the scene unfolded, there was a slight distraction. A very familiar distraction.

Jennie Kim, his co-star, had made no secret of her interest in him since the first day they met. A fact that Taehyung had learned quickly, much to his annoyance. She was flirty, bold, and completely unbothered by his disinterest. Every time the cameras weren't rolling, she seemed to gravitate toward him, her voice dripping with playfulness as she sent him coy glances.

"Taehyung," Jennie purred, leaning in a little too close during a break between scenes. "You’re so serious on set. You need to loosen up."

Her fingers grazed his arm, and Taehyung's eyes flickered with an involuntary sigh. He couldn't stand how forward she was. "I'm fine," he muttered, trying to give her the most neutral expression he could muster. He wasn’t in the mood for her antics today, especially after what had happened earlier.

Soo-yun was here. At the set. In the middle of his space.

His parents had insisted that she attend to "get more familiar with the life she was about to marry into," but it was clear from the moment Soo-yun arrived that she had zero interest in his world. She had a look on her face like she was being dragged to a funeral, and he didn't blame her. He felt the same way about all of this.

Still, the presence of his fiancée—someone he couldn’t even stand half the time—was enough to ruin his mood.

And now Jennie.

Taehyung's thoughts were interrupted as he heard Soo-yun's voice, and his gaze instantly found her, standing in the corner with her arms crossed, looking completely uninterested in the whole production. She stood out in her simple yet elegant outfit, as always, but her expression was anything but impressed.

"What's wrong with her?" Jennie asked, her tone sly, clearly noticing Taehyung's distracted attention.

Soo-yun's cold gaze was locked on the set, and though she didn't say anything, her posture screamed annoyance. She looked like she had better places to be, and Taehyung couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for dragging her here. He hadn't asked her to come, but his parents had convinced her, and now she was here, clearly making him regret everything.

"Nothing," Taehyung replied curtly, trying to ignore the voice inside his head telling him this whole situation was becoming a mess.

He shifted his attention back to Jennie, who was still flirting with him shamelessly, giving him an amused smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Taehyung, you really should smile more, you know? You're so handsome when you do," she said, her voice sweet with an undercurrent of something more flirtatious.

Taehyung stiffened, forcing a smile that didn’t feel real. "I don’t have time for that right now, Jennie."

It wasn’t that Jennie wasn’t attractive—she was stunning, actually—but Taehyung wasn’t interested in her. And it wasn’t like he didn’t try to steer clear of her. She wasn’t the problem. His problem was Soo-yun. The last thing he needed was to feel the weight of her disapproval while Jennie was constantly hovering over him.

"Sure you don’t," Jennie quipped, but she was getting the hint. She walked away, leaving Taehyung to breathe a sigh of relief.

But Soo-yun wasn’t looking at him anymore. She was staring off into the distance, looking out of place as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.

Taehyung cursed under his breath. Why did his parents insist on making her attend today’s filming? He had tried to explain to them a hundred times how uncomfortable it made both of them, but no. "She needs to get used to the industry," they had said. And now, here she was, a living, breathing reminder of the mess his life had become.

His mood soured as he forced himself to focus on his lines. Every time he glanced over, he saw Soo-yun, looking like she could care less about his work. There was something so irritating about it—the fact that she wasn’t putting on an act for him. She didn’t pretend to be interested in this life, nor did she seem to care one bit that he was in the spotlight. It made him more frustrated than he cared to admit.

As the cameras rolled for the next scene, Jennie, once again, couldn’t seem to resist stealing glances at Taehyung, sending him more sultry looks. He rolled his eyes internally. His annoyance was reaching its peak when he saw Soo-yun standing by the set, her arms still crossed, her lips pressed into a tight line.

She finally caught his gaze and shot him a pointed look—one that said, "I don’t belong here," followed by an eye roll so exaggerated that even Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle.

If only she knew how much he hated this entire situation, too.

But instead of giving her the satisfaction of responding to her silent jab, Taehyung turned away, completely ignoring Jennie, who was still attempting to gain his attention. He needed some space, and if Soo-yun wasn’t interested in being here, he certainly wasn’t going to pretend like he was.

The scene continued, but Taehyung’s mind kept wandering back to Soo-yun. Why did she look so out of place? Was it because of him? He couldn’t figure it out. And it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the strange pull he felt toward her, the one he had spent so much energy fighting. He couldn’t deny that, deep down, he had to admit something to himself.

He wasn’t just annoyed with her—he was actually starting to care.

But now, all he had to do was convince himself that his feelings didn’t matter, that none of this—his forced marriage, his co-star, his anger—mattered. Because the last thing Taehyung wanted was to fall into this trap.

---

As Soo-yun stepped off the set, she could already feel the eyes of the crew on her. The whispering, the subtle glances—they all knew who she was. The fans, the cameras, the attention... it was something she had learned to live with. But today, something about it felt different, like she was a magnet for every pair of eyes, and she hated it.

She could see Taehyung from the corner of her eye, still talking to Jennie, who was practically clinging to him as they wrapped up the shoot. It made Soo-yun want to roll her eyes. Why did he have to be so... unapproachable?

"Taehyung, can you hurry up? We're waiting," Soo-yun muttered under her breath, though she wasn't even sure why she cared. It wasn’t like he was her problem.

She wasn’t surprised when, a moment later, he approached her with that look—the same blank, irritated expression that had followed her around since their dinner meeting. He had probably been expecting a smooth day without having to deal with her. But here they were, their paths crossing again, fate—or perhaps his parents—forcing them to endure each other’s presence.

"Do you need something?" he asked, voice sharp as ever.

Soo-yun’s lips curled into a tight smile. “Oh, I was just wondering why you were taking so long. Don’t you have places to be? Or is that just the way you are?”

Taehyung shot her a sideways glance, eyebrows furrowed. "I’m not the one taking forever to leave," he quipped, clearly trying to provoke her.

"Don’t get all snappy with me just because your fans are busy chasing me around," she shot back, her eyes narrowing slightly.

He scoffed. “Yeah, I’m sure that was just a big inconvenience for you.”

Soo-yun wanted to slap the smug look off his face, but instead, she just muttered, "Whatever. Let’s just get this over with."

She turned her back on him and made her way toward her car, ignoring the frustrated sigh he let out behind her.

---

Later that day, on the way to the filming location for his next scene, Taehyung couldn’t stop replaying the way Soo-yun had gotten under his skin. He'd tried to ignore her, tried to pretend like she didn’t affect him. But now, as he settled in his dressing room, all he could think about was her words, her attitude.

"Damn it," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to get sucked into whatever this tension was between them.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and Jennie entered with that signature flirtatious smile of hers. “You’re in a bad mood, Taehyung-ssi," she said, sitting down next to him. "Anything I can do to help?”

Taehyung looked at her but couldn’t summon any interest. “Not today, Jennie.”

She leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a teasing whisper. “You sure? You’ve been so distracted, I figured maybe I could cheer you up…”

Before he could respond, his phone buzzed again—another message from Soo-yun.

“Taehyung, just so you know, no one really cares about your drama with your fans. I can handle myself without you judging me.”

He scowled at the message, irritated by her cockiness. The nerve of her.

Jennie watched his face as his expression twisted into one of annoyance, and she couldn’t help but smirk. "It looks like someone’s on your mind," she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Taehyung didn’t even look up. “It’s nothing.”

---

Hours later, they were all back at the studio, filming the next scene. Taehyung was half-focused on his lines, and half-focused on the fact that Soo-yun was sitting nearby, talking to a few staff members. She had managed to ignore him for the most part, but every now and then, he caught her glance in his direction. She didn’t look at him with affection. In fact, it was more like she was glaring at him whenever their eyes met.

As if on cue, one of the crew members approached Soo-yun with a request for her autograph.

"Soo-yun-ssi! My daughter loves you! She’s a huge fan of Luna, and you’re her bias wrecker!" the staff member said, smiling enthusiastically as he handed her a pen and a small notebook.

Soo-yun paused for a moment, then took the pen and scribbled her name on the paper with a soft smile. "I hope she enjoys our music," she said politely, handing the notebook back.

Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of discomfort watching her effortlessly charm everyone in the room. He’d been on the receiving end of this attention countless times, but seeing her, the way people gravitated to her—it was unnerving.

He rolled his eyes, trying to focus on the shoot. Jennie, noticing the direction of his gaze, leaned in, a grin on her face. “Jealous?” she teased.

Taehyung shot her a sharp look. “I’m not jealous of her.”

But even as he said it, he couldn’t shake the irritation simmering under his skin. She was everywhere. Her fans adored her. And here he was, stuck in this ridiculous marriage arrangement with her.

---

Later, as the shoot wrapped up, Soo-yun finally had the chance to slip away from the chaos. She was done for the day, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of tension lingering in the air. The way Taehyung had been watching her, the way she had been so irritated by him—it all felt like a game neither of them was willing to admit to.

As she grabbed her things and headed out, she received another text from him, a message that made her cringe:

“Maybe you should try not to be so full of yourself, Soo-yun. You might want to learn some humility.”

Soo-yun rolled her eyes at the message, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed a quick reply:

“Maybe you should stop acting like you’re above everyone else, Taehyung. It’s not that impressive.”

She sent it off with a sigh, feeling the familiar rush of frustration flood her chest. This was going to be a long, long ride.

Of course! Here's the revised version with the formal titles included, reflecting a more tense and formal dynamic between them:

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The following days seemed to stretch on forever for Soo-yun. Every interaction with Mr. Kim felt like a constant battle. He had this way of rubbing her the wrong way, always acting like he was better than her—no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

She had barely managed to get through their last meeting without rolling her eyes at his self-satisfied smirk when he’d criticized her response to his fan adoration. The nerve of him to act so high and mighty! And now here they were again, forced to share a space. The universe clearly had it out for her.

Today wasn’t just about the studio. No, today was about the dinner with both their families. Her mother had insisted, and Mr. Kim’s parents had strongly urged it, with their own set of expectations in mind. It was supposed to be a "civil meeting," but Soo-yun couldn’t shake the feeling that the moment they’d step into that restaurant, she and Mr. Kim would be at each other’s throats again.

The entire afternoon was a blur of rehearsals, and by the time evening rolled around, Soo-yun was exhausted. She barely had the energy to even look at Mr. Kim, let alone pretend to be civil.

As she arrived at the restaurant, her stomach twisted with anxiety. The luxurious venue had a level of grandeur that screamed “this is important,” and Soo-yun didn’t want any part of it.

Her eyes immediately landed on Mr. Kim, who was standing by the door, talking to his mother and father. His posture was as perfect as always, too composed, too smug. When their eyes met, it felt like a silent challenge passed between them.

Soo-yun rolled her eyes. This dinner wasn’t going to be anything but awkward.

“Ah, Soo-yun, you’re here,” his mother greeted, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She immediately ushered her to the table where Taehyung was sitting, the tension thick in the air.

Soo-yun took the seat across from him, her gaze narrowing slightly. "I’m surprised you showed up, given how much you love being the center of attention."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. "I could say the same about you, Miss Lee."

The parents chatted, oblivious to the silent war brewing between their children. Soo-yun and Taehyung exchanged barbed comments under their breath, each word laced with hidden meaning.

At one point, Soo-yun leaned back in her chair, her voice smooth but cutting. "You know, I don’t understand how you manage to stay so calm. You must be so used to people fawning over you."

Taehyung's eyes flickered with annoyance, but he didn’t respond immediately. He sipped his wine instead, letting the tension build. "Maybe it’s you who gets nervous around me. It must be hard, being in a room full of people and not knowing who’s genuinely interested in you."

Soo-yun’s pulse quickened. That was low.

Before she could fire back with something equally biting, Taehyung's mother cleared her throat loudly. "Why don’t we all focus on enjoying the evening, hmm? No need to waste time on trivial things."

Soo-yun could practically feel her eyes burning holes in the back of Taehyung’s head, but she decided to bite her tongue. For now.

---

The dinner continued with moments of polite silence and forced smiles, the atmosphere thicker than the air outside. As the evening wore on, Soo-yun could tell that neither of them was getting anywhere with their petty arguments, but neither of them seemed inclined to let it go, either.

When dessert was served, Soo-yun found herself zoning out, the conversation between their parents blending into a dull hum. She only snapped out of it when Taehyung leaned forward, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

"You know," he said, his tone surprisingly neutral, "I don't get why you're so annoyed with me. It’s just dinner."

Soo-yun’s eyes snapped up to meet his, but she didn’t back down. "You’re not exactly making this easy, Mr. Kim."

He smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly one. "Neither are you."

A beat passed between them, and Soo-yun realized something. There was a strange, magnetic tension hanging in the air, a force neither of them had acknowledged yet. They didn’t like each other, that was clear. But there was something else simmering beneath the surface, something that made her heart race in spite of herself.

"Maybe," she began carefully, leaning back in her chair, "we should just get through this dinner without trying to outdo each other."

Taehyung didn’t respond right away. His lips were tight, and his eyes held a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe, or even amusement. "Fine. But don’t expect me to be nice."

Soo-yun snorted. "Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want you to be."

---

By the time the dinner ended, neither of them had fully made peace. In fact, Soo-yun couldn’t help but feel more conflicted than ever. Why did he have to be so infuriating? So… unpredictable? Just when she thought she might’ve pegged him as arrogant and self-absorbed, he’d go and do something—or say something—that made her second-guess everything she thought she knew about him.

It was like trying to read a book with missing pages. Every time she thought she understood the plot, it would shift and leave her confused.

As they both prepared to leave the restaurant, Taehyung walked ahead, not even sparing her a glance. But Soo-yun couldn’t help but wonder: Could this be the start of something more? Or was it just another chapter of irritation and awkwardness

“ Rude asshole ” Soo-yun mumbled as she followed him, later bowing to his parents who nodded their heads towards her.