Chapter 10: Lost in 134340

Clouds of insecurity and a bit of regret hovered over the endless ocean of thoughts belonging to the writer. The blooming thoughts filled with unsettling and harrowing events never seemed to end. Days and nights had passed and not a single phone call or text from the raven-haired actor, the nerve-wrecking joints in the pit of Jimin's stomach twisted. One week had passed since Jungkook had disappeared the next morning after a pleasurable and arousing night between them. Jimin had finished writing the script for the movie and sent it to his Literary Agent so Mrs. Jun could give it to his Editor (Mr. Suk). The deadline was approaching, one more day and Jimin had meet with the whole cast so he could explain it and discuss it -meaning, he'd meet Jungkook there.

"Aish, I'm my own man. I don't need to chase him like fucking lost puppy. Yeah right, he had to travel to Tokyo for five days. Big deal." The writer stared at the ceiling of his apartment, clothing disregarded as he buried himself in a monologue. Creamy milky skin, smooth and soft, the purple hematoma already a bright pink ready to fade completely with one more week. Ankles crossed and arms behind his head, he was alone in his own apartment with his thoughts, and loneliness had suddenly crawled onto his heart. A sense of insecurity stabbing his soul, unraveling a whole lot of confusion and mixture of his feelings regarding the situation.

"You know what, fuck him! If he really cares for me then he must beg for it." Jimin rolled around in his bed and raised the covers of his bed to bury himself in them to pass the night away. "Jungkook-ssi, you motherfucker!" He buried his face against his pillow and calmed himself after cursing at the raven-haired actor; falling asleep instantly.

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"He's late." Director Min checked the time on his golden Rolex watch and tapped the tip of his foot against the floor with annoyance written all over his expression. Dark grey bangs messily hanging over his forehead as he puffed his cheeks. The director wore a yellow dress shirt tucked inside a pair of mahogany colored slacks along with black Doctor Martin's. The expression of irritation over his face caused by the meeting being pushed back and he had an appointment with someone in less than four hours ㅡwhich the meeting would take.

"We can't start without the main lead. Everyone, take a break until he arrives. We'll give him twenty more minutes, if he doesn't arrive I'll have a talk with his manager and we'll postpone this meeting for tomorrow." Yoongi sighed and rubbed his temples before leaning his head back against his chair and then glancing over at the writer. Most of the actors and editors relaxed in their seats, Mrs. Jun excused herself to attend the ladies room and call back her son that had called her, and Taehyung began answering some texts Hoseok had sent him.

"Mr. Park?" The director called out to the writer after calming down. Giving his attention to the older, Jimin got up from his chair and made his way over to the dark-grey haired male. "Yes, Director Min?" With curiousity filled eyes, he stopped in front of the director and smiled to lift up the mood reflecting mild stress. "What are you doing tonight? I wanted to discuss a few surging events regarding the movie with you. Would it be okay if we talked them over dinner? Professionally, of course." Yoongi finished talking and before Jimin could respond to the invitation ㅡlips about to partㅡ the door of the meeting room burst open and a very dark circled eyed raven-haired male entered with an exhausted appearance. Jeon Jungkook had just arrived at the meeting, red scarf around his neck, russet colored sweater, black slacks and bright brown Timberlands. The bangs under his eyes highlighted how he must've missed sleep at least for more than twenty-four hours.

Jungkook glanced around the meeting room until his eyes made eye contact with Jimin's, before he could start to speak, the writer turned away from him and chuckled at the director. "I would love to have dinner with you tonight Yoongi-ssi." Jimin extended his right hand to shake with the dark-grey haired male while the dark pupils of the raven-haired actor darkened farther than they already were as he watched the interaction.

"I'll pick you up then. You have my number correct?" Yoongi returned a grin revealing a pair of rosy gums around his teeth as he shook hands with the writer. Being the observant he was, he noted how Jungkook was looking directly at them, well not them ㅡonly Jiminㅡ and so he just discovered ㅡbecause of his past experiencesㅡ how Jimin had just triggered and unlocked the untamable beast behind him.

"Yes, I do. Thank you Yoongi-ssi." Jimin's tone was not directed at the male in front of him, he wanted to punish and show the raven-haired male what he missed out on, how he ignored the writer for days, how he now needed to beg for Jimin because the writer was done being dominated and manipulated over, losing himself in the lust and pull of gravity between them. And so, Yoongi returned the nod and after Jimin walked away ㅡnot sparing a glance at Jungkookㅡ he walked back to his seat beside Taehyung who kept an intense gaze on both males trying to figure out the sudden tension between them.

Director Min cleared his throat and crossed both his arms across his chest after glancing at his watch. "You're late by exactly half an hour. I hope this behavior won't be continuous Mr. Jeon." Yoongi expected an answer, or some sort of excuse from the raven-haired actor and he did get one; seeing how the male looked almost dead. "I apologize for my tardiness. I was held up by some personal affairs, my brain is exhausted. I'll try my best at today's meeting. Once again, I apologize." Jungkook bows his head and returns a cold gaze at the writer when he raises his head; two were playing at the game.

"Accepted. Now please, take a seat and we shall start the first discussion of the script for 'Just A Fling'." Upon everyone's return from the bathroom, the meeting started, Jimin felt butterflies in his stomach begin to flutter their wings when the actors said out loud the dialogues, even if their voices were static and plain, he loved it; he couldn't wait to watch the shooting begin to process.

As Jimin watched the actors review his script, his eyes trailed to Jungkook. He analyzed the younger's profile, eyeing the sharp jawline and something caught his interest. There was something peculiar, why was Jungkook still wearing the red scarf if they were already inside the meeting room? And as his eyes trailer down the scarlet scarf, his eyes spotted a small blurry and spot beside the raven locks of the actor. Jimin scoffed, officially, he was done playing games with the actor.

"I was played really well, and to think that I sincerely believed in him." He kept spacing out during the whole meeting, his focus totally lost in Pluto, a planet where nothing existed, or should it even be considered a planet anymore? Jimin's new favorite "planet" was named Pluto, somewhere where nothing took place, just like how he closed himself to the actor. He felt completely and utterly used, he began to blame everything on how he couldn't control his body over the constant pull of gravity drawing them closer. And without speaking, after the meeting had concluded, he rose from his seat and walked past the raven-haired actor without sparing an eye, not even a hair tip.

"Hold it right there Jimin-ssi." Jungkook's strong hands had gripped onto the writer's blue leather jacket ㅡveins popping in the skin of the hands. The raven-haired actor spoke with a very dominant tone, the exact tone he had ordered him their last meeting during the lusftul exchanges, there, Jimin stopped and turned to look back at him with empty eyes. Pupils dilated and a stern expression masked in a poker face, he wasn't having any of Jungkook's games now. "I advice you let go of my arm, Mr. Jeon." Jimin awaited for the raven-haired actor to let go of his arm but Jungkook didn't budge, instead he got up and dragged the writer with him. Mrs. Jun had already left, but Director Min and Taehyung were on the verge of stopping the two males.

For one, Taehyung knew something was wrong with Jimin, and he was scared because the dark tone Jungkook had just used on him; he only saw it once and it was not a pretty sight. And second, Director Min sensed something wrong with the way Jungkook was behaving from the moment he entered the meeting room. "Everything okay Jungkook-ssi?" Yoongi asked as he blocked the entrance and exit of the meeting room, a commanding voice that sent a shiver running down the spine of Jimin, but Jungkook remained unfazed.

"Jungkook, Calm down. Let go of Jimin's arm, you're hurting him." Taehyung slowly pat the raven-haired actor's shoulder and Jungkook sighed. His hold on the writer loosened, gaining back the lost control over his body. "Sorry." He apologized and Jimin instantly retracted his arm and rubbed his fingers against the slightly reddened skin. "Go to sleep Mr. Jeon, you need it. Now if you'll excuse me." Jimin mouthed a 'Thank you' to Director Min and Taehyung before leaving the meeting room with a heavy heart lost in 134340.