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Park Jimin can be described in three words:
- Confident
- Rich
- Successful
These are words that don’t apply to just anyone, especially anyone in the PR industry. It takes confidence to reach where Jimin currently resides—on a golden throne at the very top. People who are just getting started, bow down at his feet and celebrities (actresses and actors, sports stars, singers, etc) readily throw their money at Jimin. They hope and pray that he’ll glance his way, but Jimin doesn’t do what he does for the money. It’s all about reputation.
Jimin breezes through the front doors of Glitz—the PR company he’s worked for, for nearly two years. Glitz resides in the heart of Seoul; a fifteen-story building with only the best PR specialists. It’s the type of building that could nearly pass as a Shilla hotel with its glamourous entryway and countless celebs that walk through its doors.
When his Gucci boots click-clack against the marble floor, the receptionist, Soojin is on her feet in seconds to greet him. She pushes her blonde locks out of her face and bows deeply.
“Good morning, Mr. Park!”
Jimin flashes her a quick smile before slipping away to the elevator. He’ll stop and chat later, he has somewhere he needs to be right now. He presses the golden button and waits with his arms crossed for the doors to open.
He’s always on the move, calling or meeting with someone. It’s why he’s sought after; such dedication and skill is a rarity in an industry that’s always changing.
The doors finally open and Jimin steps inside, hurriedly pressing for the 4th floor where his office resides. He has a meeting today with one of his previous clients—the famous soccer player, Kim Minjae who got in over his head. Jimin warned him numerous times to watch his mouth, but it’s not like he can sew up the lips of his clients. If people don’t listen, they don’t listen. No matter how often they’re trained or told. It’s a shame, really.
Suddenly, a foot appears between the almost closed elevator doors. Jimin startles, jumping back and eyeing the black-and-white sneaker.
Who the hell….?
“Sorry, shit,” the sneakered-intruder grumbles as they slip into the elevator. “Almost missed it.”
Jimin continues eyeing him, slightly annoyed that he’s going to be running late thanks to this guy.
The intruder awkwardly clears his throat, swaying back and forth. He keeps his eyes on Jimin, gaze flicking down to read Jimin’s badge then back up to Jimin’s face.
“If you have something to say, say it.” Jimin says curtly.
The intruder quickly averts their gaze, “Sorry for staring. I just—I’m Taehyung—I’m new.”
“Clearly,”
Taehyung visibly recoils, bright expression dimming a bit and okay, maybe Jimin should tone down some of the spice. It’s not Taehyung’s fault that he’s in a particularly bad mood this morning.
Jimin pushes his silver bangs out of his face and turns to fully face Taehyung, “Sorry about that, I’m Park Jimin.” Jimin outstretches a hand. “If you have any questions, my office is on the 4th floor.”
Taehyung beams and his smile is all square and cute. Jimin figures it’ll grow on him in a weeks’ time. His hair is what catches Jimin by surprise—it’s bright red like a strawberry and it’s not a color just anyone can pull off. He’s handsome, Jimin will give him that.
“Thank you!” Taehyung takes Jimin’s hand and they shake on it. “I actually, uhm, I know you.”
Jimin pulls his hand back and smiles thinly, “Do you?”
“How could I not? You’re on the front cover of every PR magazine there is.”
Jimin hides his smug grin by ducking his head a bit.
“You’re like…the shit.” Taehyung blurts but he’s quick to clasp a hand over his mouth. “S-sorry.”
“None taken, cursing is therapeutic.” Jimin lifts his head just as the elevator dings. “My stop, I’ll catch you around, Taehyung.”
He steps out and walks briskly down the hall without glancing back. He’ll learn more about Taehyung later, right now he needs to focus on this meeting which will ultimately be the last one with Minjae. Jimin’s known for his grace, but he’s not a toy or shield celebrities can use whenever they fuck up. Jimin knows his value and will no longer allow this guy to trample over it.
When he reaches his office, he sees two people waiting inside and takes a deep breath before yanking the door open. Immediately, they jump from their seats and bow deeply. Minjae seems like he doesn’t want to do it, but what choice does he have?
Jimin internally rolls his eyes. Suddenly they’ve taught him basic manners. He settles in a leather chair behind his desk and crosses his legs.
“Good morning,” he hums.
Minjae sits down and keeps his gaze low as he mumbles out a reply, “Morning.”
“Our contract is over.” Jimin cuts straight to point, aiming to keep this as short as possible. Minjae’s eyes widen and he begins to speak, but Jimin interrupts. “I’m not willing to negotiate. If you have any complaints, my boss is at the end of the hall.”
This time Minjae’s manager? Colleague? Suck up? Jimin forgets, steps forward. “Mr. Park, please. Minjae has changed.”
“No, he hasn’t,” Jimin’s placid expression hardens. “We’ve worked together for nearly a year now and my advice, the events I suggested he attend and commercial deals I requested him to take, fell on deaf ears.”
“But Mr. Par—”
“I ask that you leave. I have nothing more to discuss with you or Minjae.”
Time is like a diamond in this industry. It’s expensive, valuable and doesn’t appear out of thin air. It requires work and Jimin can’t waste his time on a client that is no longer under his care.
Begrudgingly, Minjae rises from his seat and heads for the door. Jimin doesn’t bother to see them out, reaching for the phone on his desk and dialing his boss’s office number. It rings three times before there’s a click and Kim Seokjin’s vibrant voice.
“Jimin! I thought you’d never call!”
Jimin waits for the door to close behind Minjae and his lapdog before responding. “I had to settle a couple things.”
“Mm, did Minjae give you a hard time?”
“Fortunately, not.”
“Great.” Seokjin sing-songs. ‘Course you wouldn’t give him the chance to.”
Jimin smirks, “Of course.”
Since joining Glitz, Jimin and Seokjin just clicked. Perhaps it was due to their expensive fashion taste and low tolerance for bullshit that brought them closer. Since that fateful day two years ago, Seokjin’s entrusted Jimin to some of the greatest and most elite clients. Jimin’s worked with Kim Yuna, although brief and numerous R&B singers, so he’s eager to hear who his new client is going to be.
“I got your email last night,” Jimin starts as he presses the speaker button on the phone.
“Yes! You were able to read it, correct?” Seokjin’s voice fills Jimin’s office space as Jimin begins typing at way at his computer.
“I couldn’t sleep because my dreams were full of this mysterious client.” Jimin hums, a pout seeping its way into his tone.
Seokjin laughs jovially, “It’s my job to keep the greatest publicist on his toes.” He teases, adding an extra bit of his sweetness to his words because he’s about to drop the biggest bomb ever on Jimin.
“Sooo, who is it?”
Seokjin’s silent for a moment and Jimin leans forward, awaiting his response. He’s anticipating the best. This’ll probably be his biggest client to date and it’s exciting to think about. The events, publicity stunts, not to mention the future clients it’ll bring Jimin.
Let it be someone good. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut. Please, I need a break.
“Have you…heard of Jeon Jeongguk?”
Jimin’s eyes snap open and it feels like someone’s just ripped out his heart and forced him to eat it. Has he heard of Jeongguk? How could he not? Jimin’s seen his face everywhere: billboards, bathroom stalls, the men’s dressing room and on soju bottles. He’s a work of art, this Jeon Jeongguk, but a publicist’s worst nightmare.
“What?”
Seokjin answers breezily, “Jeon Jeongguk? He’s an extremely popular singer right now.”
“Yeah, no, I know who he is but no.”
“Jimin, come on.” Seokjin pleads.
“You didn’t understand? My bad, I must’ve misspoken.” Jimin clears his throat, “Fuck. No.”
Seokjin groans, “Jimin, please, it has to be you.”
Jimin shakes his head as he logs into his email. “I love my job, I do, but he’s a useless case.”
“Useless? That’s a bit much.”
Jimin scoffs in offense, “He’s gone through ten publicists. Ten!? You’ve got to be a monster—fuck—a beast to pull shit like that.”
When Seokjin doesn’t respond, Jimin continues his lament. “I make people look good. I don’t change them, you know that.”
Seokjin’s quiet for a heartbeat and Jimin thinks he’s won this battle until Seokjin drops yet another bomb on him.
“You’re scheduled to meet with him in two hours.”
Jimin’s jaw drops and he ascends past rage to the level of planning Seokjin’s funeral. Jimin can already envision the suit he’ll wear; a Chanel and Saint Laurent combo. Perfect for death. Perhaps, he’ll have the new guy bring flowers.
“His manager and staff—they’re all so excited to meet you.” Seokjin continues, playing deaf to the apparent fury in Jimin’s silence. He’s not doing this to purposefully annoy Jimin—he wants to challenge him. He knows Jimin, knows he can handle someone like Jeongguk.
“You…” Jimin’s too enraged to finish his sentence. Instead he buries his face in his hands while muttering a slew of cuss words.
“I trust you.” Genuity drips in each word and Seokjin wishes they could talk in person, but he has a meeting in five minutes.
“I should report your ass to HR.” Jimin grumbles. “I already feel a migraine coming on.”
“That’s just your stubbornness.”
“Try me, Seokjin.” Jimin snarls. “Fucking try me.”
“I’m sorry.” Seokjin says with a laugh. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve already had someone do the research for you.”
“Gee, thanks.” Sarcasm seems to be a skill Jimin’s developed rather quickly. He’s perfected it by now. “Should I order you your favorite steak and pasta? While I’m at it, should I thank the person who did the research with a bottle of wine?”
“Ooh, I think he’s a fan of red wine.” Seokjin matches Jimin’s sarcasm with ease.
Jimin wants to stay mad but excitement is beginning to bubble at the surface of his chest. He takes a deep breath and tries to think of the positives to working for someone like Jeongguk.
“I’ll send him your way with the files.” Seokjin says. “I have to go now, Jimin but thank you. Thank you, thank you. Dinner’s on me next time!” He blows a kiss before ending the call.
Jimin sits in his office, letting the silence comfort him before throwing his head back. While looking at the ceiling, he sees his peace of mind dancing away. Goodbye sleep. Farewell to my late-night lover, Netflix.
Jimin’s the best because he works wisely, not foolishly. He appreciates the occasional challenge, but not a lost cause. Jeongguk’s the epitome of the proverb: You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. How’s he’s supposed to help someone who deliberately disobeys?
He straightens up with an exaggerated sigh, “It’s my job...I’ll figure it out. Yeah, I can do this.” he hypes himself up by recalling the difficult clients he’s worked with before. Some of his clients gave him a hard time just because they could. It was before Jimin realized his worth. There’s a particular client from his past he doesn’t like to think about, but as Taehyung so graciously said: he’s The ShitTM.
When a knock comes at his door, Jimin flicks his hair out of his face. “Come in.”
The door creaks open and a red tuft of hair emerges from around it. “Seokjin sent me here.”
The deep voice and red hair, Jimin remembers them from this morning. “Taehyung?”
Taehyung slips inside and smiles cheekily. “It’s me.”
“Aah, so you’re the one that likes red wine.”
Taehyung tilts his head confusedly. “Pardon?”
“Inside joke, sorry. You have some research for me?” Jimin points to the folder Taehyung’s holding against his chest.
“Yes!” Taehyung saunters over and places the folder atop Jimin’s desk. “Everything you need to know about Jeongguk’s previous scandals, publicists, events, etc. is in there.”
“Perfect.” Jimin plucks up the folder and begins flipping through it. I’ve got about an hour to study this, ingrain it in my memory and get my ass over to XS Entertainment.
Watching as Jimin hurries to stuff his belongings into a green messenger bag, Taehyung struggles with what to say. He idles around until Jimin looks to him inquisitively.
“Is there anything else?”
“No, I just…do you need help with anything?”
Jimin’s expression shifts with slight surprise. It’s not common for the other employees (especially the new ones) to reach out and ask if he needs assistance. Touted by others as the best, Jimin’s often ignored by his colleagues. He laughs lightly, “No, but thank you.”
Taehyung smiles seemingly pleased by those two words before bowing and seeing himself out. Jimin follows behind him but heads in the opposite direction towards the elevator. As he’s walking, Jimin recalls the first page in the research folder.
Name: Jeon Jeongguk
Age: 23
Occupation: Singer
Celebrity Status: Elite
Number of scandals/crises: 13
Company Address: Sangsoon-ro 1350 XS Ent.
Jimin bursts through the exit doors, bidding a quick farewell to Soojin on his way out. Typically, on his way to see a new client, he’ll bask in the nice weather before heading out. And remind himself that he’s more than a puppet—to take it easy. However, he doesn’t have the luxury to do so as he fumbles for his car keys. His black Cadillac flashes to life and he quickly ducks inside, tossing his messenger bag onto the passenger seat.
*
XS Entertainment towers over Jimin who whistles in awe. XS Ent. is a company known for its production of quality idols and music. They’ve made a mark for themselves alongside the Big Three in South Korea. They reached their peak when Jeongguk debuted in 2016 with the single: Begin. Four years later, he’s known as Korea’s IT Boy and is also extremely popular with overseas fans.
Jimin takes a deep breath before strutting through the double doors. Luxurious is the first word that comes to mind, along with spoiled. The blinding chandeliers and the giant posters of the companies’ idols that line the walls create a sense of entitlement. It’s amusing and almost admirable with the way the company seems to adore their idols.
Jimin’s stopped by a bulky security guard who has shoulders nearly as broad as Seokjin’s, “Do you have a meeting?”
Jimin smiles breezily as he flashes his Glitz ID. “Park Jimin. I have a meeting with Jeon Jeongguk.”
The guard studies the ID for a moment before stepping aside. “You’ll check in at the front desk and someone will call you up shortly.”
“Thank you.” He smiles before brushing past the guard and walking up to the front desk. He quickly checks-in with the older gentleman there who has a gentle face.
“Ooh, you’re The Park Jimin.”
Jimin smiles politely, “Yes.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you, you’re quite the famous one.”
Jimin covers his mouth, waving off the praise with a shrug.
Once the gentleman finishes typing something at the computer, he smiles up at Jimin, “Someone will be down for you any moment now.”
Jimin thanks the man before taking a seat in one of the lobby chairs. He whips out his phone and types Jeongguk’s name into the Google search bar. Immediately images of the singer fill his screen and Jimin hums to himself. He’s easy on the eyes, sexy yet cute. It’s easy to tell why his fans like him so much. He continues scrolling and nearly chokes when he sees a shot of Jeongguk flashing his abs.
He’s fit. Extremely fit.
Jimin might dislike the way Jeongguk acts, but he has eyes. He can see and appreciate a decent view when he sees one. And Jeongguk is an extremely decent view.
“Park Jimin?” a soft voice calls from behind him. Jimin’s on his feet in seconds and turns to see a woman with a clipboard in hand. “Right this way.”
He follows her to an elevator and they make light conversation on their way up. Jimin commits her name, Yuri to memory, a habit he’s picked up being in the industry so long. It’s important to remember the people he’s encountered; he figures he might meet them again or need their assistance.
“I hope the meeting goes well.” Yuri cheers.
Jimin smiles happily before slipping into the meeting room and he startles a bit upon noticing a man standing with his back to him. Jimin clears his throat to make his presence known and the man turns around slowly.
First encounters are extremely important. It’s the type of encounter where people will judge you in three seconds with a single glance. They’ll judge your appearance, gestures, and your gaze. Starting from your head, all the way down to your toes. This is exactly what Jimin does when he meets Jeongguk or any client for that matter. He likes to call it: the eye of the Publicist.
Jeongguk’s tall, handsome, and striking in a way Jimin’s accustomed to. The celebrities he’s worked with all have this Chardonnay type sparkle about them, but there’s something more to Jeongguk. He has long, brown hair and the “boyfriend look” down to a T, but his dark eyes are a complete juxtaposition to his questionably cute attire. Mystery? Perhaps, but Jimin will title it “arrogance” for now. He can already tell by the way Jeongguk swaggers towards him with his hands in the pockets of his Louis Vuitton jeans, that it isn’t going to be easy working with him. He’ll probably disagree with Jimin for the hell of it.
When he struts up to Jimin, he stops in front of him. He’s silent for a heartbeat, sizing Jimin up with his eyes before speaking, “And you are?”
Jimin clears his throat, “Park Jimin. I’m here to discuss being your new publi—”
“Get lost.”
Jimin’s smile immediately falls. He’s practiced this smile numerous times—such a well-mannered and cool smile—only for Jeongguk to dismiss it? Haha, no sir.
“I’m sorry?” Jimin blinks rapidly as a tight smile stretches his plump lips.
“Hah, the cute ones are always the ones that have a hard time hearing…” Jeongguk mutters to himself before stepping closer to Jimin until he’s made himself comfortable in Jimin’s space.
It takes Jimin a moment to realize that Jeongguk has just invaded his personal bubble, but once he realizes it, Jimin’s well-rehearsed expression morphs into pure disgust.
“I said to get lost.” Jeongguk reiterates. “I don’t need you here.”
Jimin sneers, stepping back and crossing his arms. “Really?”
“Yes. Fucking anno—”
“Last night you were seen leaving a club with an unknown woman. An article was quickly published online and so far, you’ve lost, hmm, one, two, three,” Jimin begins to count off on his fingers. “five commercial contracts because of your idiocy and lack of self-control.”
Jeongguk’s jaw slackens and his brown eyes flicker with agitation.
“Your company, no offense to them, lacks immediacy when it comes to such crises. They denied the photo too late and cost you millions in endorsements. Not to mention the fans who are beginning to doubt you given your…questionable history.” Jimin continues without losing his breath. “So, Mr. Jeon…”
Jimin steps back up to Jeongguk, poking a finger to Jeongguk’s well-defined chest and Jimin really wishes Jeongguk weren’t such an ass. It’d make him more attractive. Fuck having a nice body and face if you’ve got a shitty personality.
“You need me more than I need you, sweetheart.” Jimin states.
There’s a slight change in Jeongguk’s expression—an amused grin flickers across his face and his blank eyes fill with a glimmer but it disappears in a second. “You’ve got spunk.”
Jimin does a double take, “The fuck does that mean?” It’s a rhetorical question; Jimin’s more amazed by the audacity.
“Nerve.” Jeongguk steps even closer until he’s once again in Jimin’s space. “I like it.”
“I don’t care what you like. You’ve got an hour with me to discuss our contract and your next public appearance.” Jimin replies as he brushes past Jeongguk to settle in one of the blue chairs. “Sit down.”
Jeongguk stands for a moment, basking in Jimin’s domineering tone and actions. Clearly Jimin isn’t someone to mess with, but for some reason, Jeongguk has the urge to do just that. Tease him, taunt him, test his patience. Maybe if he does that, Jimin’s perfectly coifed hair will unravel.
“Sit.” Jimin repeats.
Jeongguk does as he’s told, sitting in one of the blue chairs opposite Jimin. He spreads his legs and rests his elbows atop each knee and leans forward.
Jimin snorts because is he really trying to intimidate me with that pathetic posture? Ignoring Jeongguk’s obvious display of dominance, Jimin reaches for his messenger bag and pulls out a sheet of paper.
“My information,” He hands the paper to Jeongguk. “Call my office number if you need me. I’m usually there and if not, you are to use my personal number for emergencies only.”
Jeongguk plucks the paper from Jimin’s pretty hands and leans back to read over it.
“I’ll send all information regarding your scheduled appearances, interviews, etc. from that email.” Jimin continues. “If you receive any emails about appearances, forward them to me. Do not reply to them.”
Jeongguk briefly looks up from the paper to peer at Jimin. He watches the way Jimin taps away at his iPad—eyebrows furrowed with focus. He has an unbelievably sharp jawline and lips worthy of an award. Such lips make Jeongguk picture things he shouldn’t. Jeongguk’s gaze drops slowly, raking in Jimin’s crossed legs and ironed slacks. Everything about him is flawless. He has the best thighs Jeongguk’s ever seen; the type of thighs someone would willingly die by. Jeongguk’s gaze lingers on Jimin’s long legs until Jimin clears his throat.
“Do you have any questions?” Jimin asks, deliberately ignoring the way Jeongguk’s gaze makes him feel.
Jeongguk’s gaze slowly traces back up to Jimin’s eyes. He smiles when he says, “None at all.”
“Then I’ll continue.”
Jimin continues explaining the details of their contracts and what Jeongguk is and isn’t allowed to do:
- Late night calls are to be kept to a minimum
- Need help picking an outfit, call your stylist
- I’ll be in attendance with you at all major events
- Before major interviews, we’ll go over your talking points
- If you’d like to have late night guests, they need to sign an NDA.
Jimin elaborates on the last detail. “Have sex, fuck whoever. Just make sure they respect your privacy.”
“You’re allowing me to have sex?”
Jimin’s eyebrows furrow confusedly, “Yes…I’m not your chastity belt. Do what you want but not stupidly like the other night.”
This statement seems to give Jeongguk pause.
Jimin studies his expression for a moment before stating. “We’re a team, as cliché as it sounds. I help you; you help me. If you’re uncomfortable with me or anything in the contract, we can discuss it.”
Jimin tucks his iPad away to give Jeongguk his undivided attention. He leans back in his seat, waiting for Jeongguk to speak.
After a moment, Jeongguk begins slowly, “The other night…it wasn’t like that.”
“Of course, it wasn’t.”
“No,” Jeongguk says sternly. “She was a friend.”
Jimin blinks.
“She was a cover for me…I was there to see someone else.”
Now Jimin has no idea where this is going.
“If you’re going to be my publicist, you should know I’m gay.” Jeongguk doesn’t tear his gaze away from Jimin. “I haven’t come out publicly.”
Jimin’s jaw drops not from shock, but from the amount of stress he’s going to be under keeping this from the claws of the tabloids and obsessive fans.
“It wasn’t in the paperwork because no one aside from a few close friends know about it.” Jeongguk continues as if reading Jimin’s mind.
“Then…” Jimin searches Jeongguk’s eyes. “Why are you telling me?”
Jeongguk laughs nervously, “I don’t know. Honestly…I have no fucking clue.”
Jimin gapes at Jeongguk, rendered speechless. He trusts me? After telling me to get lost…he trusts me? Jimin’s torn between laughing or leaving. He hasn’t signed the contract yet nor has he agreed to signing an NDA, so why?
“That’s probably why you’re the best,” Jeongguk murmurs. “Because you seem trustworthy.”
“You don’t know me.”
“But you won’t tell anyone because I can sue you for slander.” Jeongguk’s quick to say.
Jimin smirks but says nothing in response to that.
“Anyways, I thought it’d be good for you to know since it’s been brought up before.” Jeongguk clarifies.
“They’ve asked about your sexuality?”
“Not blatantly…interviewers took the more passive route.”
Jimin hums understandingly, tucking this piece of information away. If he remembers correctly, Jeongguk’s schedule for the week is empty (for now) save for a few studio recordings. On Saturday night, there’s a big Gala he’ll be attending. If this meeting goes well, Jimin will need to begin planning for it tomorrow. Jimin glances at his wristwatch.
“It’s almost time for me to go.” Jimin announces.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen, “Time flew.”
“It always does.” Jimin gathers his belongings and hands Jeongguk another piece of paper. “Our contract. Think it over and email me your response.”
“It’s a yes.”
Jimin freezes.
“You didn’t know?” Jeongguk chuckles, amused by Jimin’s reaction. “This meeting was more so we could get to know each other. My company paid good money for you.”
Jimin takes a deep breath, ignoring the way Jeongguk’s words make him feel. They paid good money for you, like I’m a fucking object. Why were you such an ass then? Jimin resists the urge to ask.
“Makes sense.” Jimin grumbles, stuffing his iPad into his bag.
Jeongguk doesn’t bother to get up from his seat as he watches Jimin go.
“Well,” Jimin huffs. “I’ll be here tomorrow to meet with your staff.”
He’s already rehearsing his greetings for tomorrow. Should I bring coffee? Maybe a bottle of wine? Jimin licks his lips in thought as he heads for the door.
“I’ll see you then.” Jeongguk says.
“Yeah, yeah, uhm,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair as a thought crosses his mind. “Make time for coffee tomorrow. We need to talk about the gala on Saturday.”
“I’m not going.” Jeongguk deadpans.
Jimin’s pauses, fingers curled around the doorknob. “You…no, no. Tomorrow.” Jimin says more to himself as he tugs the door open. I’m not dealing with this five-year-old shit till tomorrow. Jimin walks down where he had come and passes the older gentleman from earlier.
“How’d it go?” the man asks.
Jimin smiles thinly, “Great,” he says sarcastically. “It went great.”
The rest of Jimin’s day plays out rather smoothly. He has lunch with one of his marketing friends before returning to his office and organizing his schedule for the remainder of the week.
Tuesday – meet with Jeongguk and his staff @9:30am – 10:30am
Wednesday & Thursday – write & send press releases for Jeongguk’s appearance at the Gala
Friday – Prepare Jeongguk for the Gala
Saturday – Attend the Gala from Hell : ))))
By the time the evening rolls around, Jimin’s ready to detox with three bottles of wine, a massage and a docuseries. Instead, he calls his childhood friend, Jung Hoseok. Hoseok owns the up and coming fashion brand—HOPE WORLD. Jimin gives him PR advice and suggests trustworthy specialists.
“Jimin!!” Hoseok answers.
Jimin immediately relaxes upon hearing Hoseok’s voice, “Hyung, hey, are you busy?”
“Nah, what’s up?”
Jimin takes a deep breath as he prepares to divulge his day to Hoseok. As a publicist, people would expect Jimin to be an extrovert. He was and still is to a certain degree, but he cherishes his lonely nights more than he used to. It also helps to ease his mind to have someone who’ll listen to him. Hoseok does just that. It doesn’t matter how long Jimin rambles off in his ear, he listens and waits until Jimin’s finished to add his two cents. Honestly, Jimin doesn’t know if he’d still be doing this if it weren’t for Hoseok. There’s a darkness that still lives inside of him.
“He’s an asshole. Acted all high and mighty saying he didn’t need me.” Jimin grumbles. “Go on and get cancelled then.”
Hoseok laughs softly.
“Entitled prick…but he surprised me…” Jimin trails off in thought. “Maybe I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps I judged him too quickly.”
Jimin thinks back to the look in Jeongguk’s eyes when he disclosed his sexuality. There was sadness and fear in his eyes. The type of look Jimin’s all too familiar with. However, Jimin’s empathy is quickly shot in the foot when he goes to meet Jeongguk and his staff Tuesday morning. He arrives at XS Ent. at exactly 9:30a.m; hands full with coffee and other goodies.
He’s in a good mood, better than yesterday and even stops to say hi to the security guard who frowns his way. Jimin should’ve known it then, the many implications of that frown, he should’ve understood the sign. But he continues happily to the second floor. XS Ent. employees stop to greet him as he walks down the hallway. A few whisper to themselves when they see Jimin pass, but he takes it in stride.
When Jimin reaches the meeting room, he takes a moment to plaster on a beautiful smile before using his foot to knock against the door. Moments later it opens to reveal a woman’s astonished face.
“Jimin!” the woman exclaims.
“Good morning,” He pauses to recall her name. Bright eyes, auburn hair, nose and eyebrow piercings. Jeongguk’s stylist, Jang Dahye. “Dahye, it’s a pleasure to be here.”
Dahye ushers Jimin inside and hurriedly takes the coffee carriers from him. “For us? You shouldn’t have!”
“It’s the least I could do.” Not once does Jimin’s smile falter.
He greets the other two seated at the table. Choi Eunwoo, Jeongguk’s manager and Lia, Jeongguk’s trainer. They exchange pleasantries and Jimin figures he’ll meet the bigwigs at a later date. Jimin takes a seat beside Eunwoo who’s quick to praise Jimin for his work.
“Everyone’s here, can we get started?” Jeongguk interrupts. “I need to be downtown in two hours.”
His arrogant tone irks Jimin, but he won’t let it get under his skin. Not today.
“Well, I thought it’d be great if we all got to meet Jimin since he’s joining our team now.” Eunwoo explains. “But…we should discuss the more pressing matter.”
Jimin nearly chokes on his coffee, eyes bugging as he looks around the room in a subdued panic. He swallows and asks, “Pressing matter?”
Eunwoo sighs and a glare twists his charming features. “Jeongguk made a rather questionable post on Twitter last night.”
Social media. It hits Jimin like a bullet. How could I forget his fucking social media accounts?! A furious flush colors Jimin’s cheeks as he gazes across the table at Jeongguk. He’s seated with his head tilted and a knowing smirk lines his infuriatingly handsome face.
“Son of a bitch.” Jimin mutters low enough for the others in the room not to hear, but judging by Jeongguk’s reaction, he clearly understood. Jeongguk shrugs as his lips form a single word: Oops.
Eunwoo continues, “Luckily, his fans were able to laugh it off and media usually turns a blind eye to stuff like that.”
“What was it?” Jimin clutches his hands together because he’s certain he’ll fly across the table and choke Jeongguk if he doesn’t do something with his hands.
“I asked my fans if they have a favorite sex position,” Jeongguk answers nonchalantly.
He’s crazy, Jimin releases a light breath that’s a mix of awe and contempt, fucking insane. Jimin leans back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose and thinking of what he should say next. Should he say anything? Is it even worth it?
After taking several deep breaths, Jimin asks, “Why?”
Jeongguk shrugs as if the answer should be obvious, “Because I could.”
It takes everything in Jimin to not climb atop the table and kick Jeongguk with the sole of his Chanel boots. The image XS Ent. has developed for Jeongguk is one that doesn’t allow for such sexual posts. It’s not part of Jeongguk’s well-crafted script. Jeongguk’s supposed to be charming, sweet with a touch of mystery. Not the person who posted such crude words.
Jimin’s hands drop to rest atop the table and he takes a deep breath before stating, “Look, I can’t stop you from posting what you want. You’re free to do whatever. I just ask that you give me a heads up.” Jimin then turns to Eunwoo. “We can easily work this in his favor.”
Of course, he can. Jimin’s the best because he’s pulled some of the craziest shit for his clients. Nothing like bribes, Jimin distastes those with a passion, but with grace and skill.
Ever so slowly, Jimin rises from his seat. He drags his fingertips across the table as he walks to Jeongguk. “What you posted was a tease for your appearance at the gala this weekend,” Jimin stops behind Jeongguk, placing his hands to Jeongguk’s broad shoulders, “You’re going for something sexual and sensual unlike your usual image, hence why you made that post.”
Jimin squeezes Jeongguk’s shoulders, leaning in close to whisper, “Which means, you’re going to the gala.”
Jeongguk’s ears tingle but he decides not to focus on how close Jimin is or how his breath feels against his neck or how he smells sinfully sweet. He’s not dancing with the devil tonight.
Dahye and Eunwoo break into a sudden round of applause, their eyes shimmering with admiration.
“Brilliant! Sexy Jeongguk! The fans will die!” Dahye cheers. “I’ll begin looking for outfits to suit that image.”
Lia, who hasn’t spoken much, finally pipes in, “Looks like you and I are going to be hitting the gym harder this week.”
Jeongguk makes an agitated face at Lia before tilting his head back to look at Jimin. “You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”
Jimin smiles, “What’d you take me for, sweetheart?” He pats Jeongguk on the shoulder before returning to his seat.
The meeting continues with the topic of discussion being the ‘Tiger Lily Gala’ that will take place this Saturday. Jeongguk’s appearance is perfect for the gala since many know that the tiger lily is his birth flower. Jimin’s also a bit excited because it’s been a while since he’s attended such a big event. It’ll give him a chance to do even more networking. As for now, he’ll focus on pitching a story about Jeongguk’s appearance to one of his close reporter friends.
Once the meeting wraps up, Jimin exchanges hugs with each of them, only stopping to grab Jeongguk by the arm. He waits until the three of them leave before tugging Jeongguk close.
“You did that on purpose.” Jimin grits.
Jeongguk smirks, “It was a test.”
Jimin glares. He figured such given the timing of the post and Jeongguk’s personality.
“Wanted to see how you’d twist it,” Jeongguk jerks his arm out of Jimin’s hold. “Isn’t that what you puppet masters do best?”
Jeongguk’s tone and his words cut Jimin in a place he’s nearly forgotten about. It makes his mind go blank and his lips pull tight. He stands there for a moment, completely shaken up before slowly piecing himself back together.
“Have a good day, Jeongguk.” Jimin opens the door. “I’ll be in touch.” And he walks away.
Jimin staggers as he walks down the hall, placing a hand to the wall to hold himself up.
“You’re my puppet, Jimin.”
He clamps a hand over his mouth, suddenly nauseous.
“That’s all you are and all you’ll ever be.”
Jimin stops walking to take a deep breath and calm himself. He remembers what Hoseok taught him all those years ago. Take deep, slow breaths and count to ten. One, two, three…Jimin releases a shaky breath as he slowly straightens up.
You don’t work for him anymore, he reminds himself, it’s over. He shakes away the memory of his very first client from years ago when he was fresh out of college. It’s a time he doesn’t like to think about. He was naïve, young and trusting.
So trusting.
*
HOPE WORLD is a short drive from XS Ent. and is a one-story building that’s cute for the enormous talent it houses. Hoseok flits about, humming the latest pop song and strewing up clothes from his recent collection. Some would find the rainbow colors throughout the building nauseating, but Hoseok’s customers always post aesthetically pleasing photos on Instagram. They dub Hoseok’s unique style as ‘Hobicore’ and it’s taken off in recent months.
The bell above the entrance door jingles and Hoseok shouts a hello without turning around. Judging by the muttering and heavy breaths, it must be Jimin. There’s also a whiff of his expensive cologne that fills the building. Jimin walks up to a hoodie rack and looks through them determinedly as if the hoodies have all the answers.
After organizing a pair of pants, Hoseok turns around. “Hello to you too.”
“Hey, hyung.” Jimin plucks out a lilac hoodie and holds it to his body.
Hoseok grips his chin, studying Jimin from across the room and shaking his head. “A darker purple would work better.”
Jimin places the hoodie back and goes to look for another. “Can you help me get ready for a gala this weekend?”
“Ooh, a gala?”
“Yep,” Jimin pulls out a lavender hoodie. “I need to match with Jeongguk, so something sexy.”
Hoseok whistles, “I can do that.”
“Thanks,” Jimin walks up to the counter to pay, slipping out his wallet and handing Hoseok several bills.
“How is he? Jeongguk?”
Jimin’s shoulders slump and his nose scrunches.
“That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
Hoseok finishes ringing Jimin up, bagging the hoodie and tucking the receipt inside. He leans over the counter to study Jimin’s expression. “Did he say something stupid?”
“Called me a puppet master.” Jimin mutters. “Things like that don’t bother me, but it was the way he said that just…”
Hoseok’s tender eyes rest on Jimin’s saddened face.
“Brought back some unpleasant memories is all.” Jimin finishes as his gaze drifts to his feet.
There’s three words to describe Park Jimin when he isn’t being the highly praised publicist:
- Hesitant
- Self-critical
- Secretive
Jimin doesn’t like to tie his dark memories to who he is now, but they’ll cross his mind occasionally. It’s probably why he hasn’t seriously dated since then, not to mention his hectic schedule.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Jimin flashes a strained smile.
Hoseok nods understandingly, switching the topic of the conversation. “Shall we look for you an outfit then? It’s part of a collection I’ve been working on these last few months.”
Jimin beams, “Lead the way.”
Hoseok walks around the counter and slides an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “Watch the shop for me!” he calls to one of his employees. He brings Jimin to his office at the back of the building and opens the door grandiosely as if Jimin’s a king. The action makes Jimin laugh and he realizes once again how happy he is with Hoseok in his life.
“I already have your sizes from before, so I’ll finish a few touch ups.” Hoseok explains as the door clicks behind them. He whisks around to his desk and pulls out a binder containing his designs.
They spend an hour in Hoseok’s office, looking through photos from his secret collection. Hoseok suggests Jimin should go for something red with accents on a white dress shirt. He’s not there to perfectly match Jeongguk, but to complement him. People should know Jimin is his publicist, but more than the assistant stationed to see to Jeongguk’s every whim.
Jimin’s known in the industry because of the way he often outshines his clients. People are drawn to his enigmatic aura and alluring laughter. A lot of his previous clients were often booked for big events because Jimin was their publicist.
“Jimin knows what he’s doing.”
“Jimin’s the best! I’ve gotten so much exposure because of him.”
“I’d sign a contract with him again if I could.”
Jimin is careful to not let the praise get to his head, but he can’t help how good it makes him feel to know that he’s being recognized for his skill. He worked his ass off in college to be where he is now. Being a publicist is about skill and who you know.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Hoseok asks as he walks Jimin to his car. “Buy you a glass of wine or maybe let you borrow my Hulu account for a month?”
Jimin grins, “Hulu does sound pretty nice right about now.”
“Doesn’t it?” Hoseok brightens. “I’ve watched everything that’s good on Netflix.”
“So have I.”
“How about we plan for a movie night to get your mind off work.” Hoseok suggests.
Jimin ducks into his car and frowns up at Hoseok. “I can’t this week.”
“I know, I know. I’m just reminding you to take a mental break.”
“I appreciate it.”
Hoseok studies Jimin’s face for a moment before ducking inside to plant a wet kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, “Love you too.”
Hoseok steps back, slamming the door shut and waving Jimin away. They could sit in the parking lot for hours proclaiming their undying love for one another and they’ve done so before. People often mistook Hoseok as Jimin’s lover and sometimes they’d play up to it, flirting, teasing and being overly affectionate with each other. They never tried dating each other and were quite blunt in the early stages of their relationship that their feelings would always remain platonic. Hoseok is his other half and understands Jimin better than he understands himself sometimes.
Once he’s backed out of the parking lot, he connects his Bluetooth and speed dials his mother who currently lives in Busan. She picks up on the first ring.
“Honey! I thought you’d never call!”
“Hey, mom, things got a little busy at work. I meant to call sooner.”
She clicks her tongue and Jimin can picture her scrunching her nose like she always does when she disagrees with something, “Call whenever you can, ‘kay? I’ll be here waiting.”
Her words warm his heart and the weight from today melts right off his shoulders. “I got a new client,”
“Oh! Congratulations!”
Jimin laughs lightly, “He’s a bit of a hassle.”
He shares his experience with Jeongguk, detailing his previous scandals and how much work he has ahead of him to reshape Jeongguk’s image. His mother listens intently and Jimin talks with her until he pulls into the parking garage of his apartment.
“I just got home,”
“I’ll call you first thing in the morning.” she answers sweetly.
Jimin drops his tone to a soft whisper, “Thanks,”
“Don’t forget I’m here if you need me, honey.”
“I won’t.”
His mother sighs as she hesitantly says goodbye. She was part of Jimin’s support system when all hell broke loose with Sungwoon. He often thinks about those days at his mother’s home in Busan; the anger, the hurt and ultimately the healing.
On his way up to his apartment, he bows towards one of the sweet cleaning ladies who always goes out of her way to ask Jimin about his day. This time she stops Jimin to hand him a box of cookies.
“I can’t, really.” He bows apologetically.
“Take it, take it.” she insists as she takes one of his hands. “My daughter bought too many and I thought of you.”
After a brief battle of kindness, Jimin takes the box with a deep bow, “You’re too kind.”
“Now go on,” she shoos him away. “you’re a busy young man.”
Jimin laughs before continuing his way.
The nice people he’s encountered throughout his life make up for the handful of evil ones he’s met along the way. They’re part of why he hasn’t murdered some of his clients. A little dramatic? Yes, but Jimin would’ve given anything to not have had Sungwoon in his life.
“Why does that asshole make me think of him?” Jimin grumbles as he slips into his apartment.
This is only the beginning of his relationship with Jeongguk, but Jimin’s already praying for the end.