SHOOTS | BLACKTAN

M I C K E Y M O U S E | JENNIE x JIN

seokjin claiming what was rightfully her spot in the modeling field was one thing, but him claiming that she wasn't going to attend the met gala was another thing. that's just a preposterous accusation!

"i completely agree with you," lisa replied mindlessly as she swerved the car to the most luxurious hotel in new york. paparazzi was still scarce, which was good for them. even though jennie wasn't the most famous supermodel out there anymore, she was still very much in the limelight.

helping each other take the bags out of the car, they took the elevator up to the highest floor— where the suites were located.

okay, maybe jennie was overreacting when she said her label was limiting her expenses. she still got to enjoy the superfluity of money in life, that's for sure, but she was still going to avow that yg was being biased towards seokjin.

a month ago, she asked for a diamond choker that went well with her newly bought chanel dress, and at that time, she hasn't asked for anything in 2 days! did he agree? no. but when seokjin requested for a super expensive sports car, it was on it's way to his home within 24 hours!

"lookie here! maybe miss wintour invited you to the met gala because of sole pity." to her surprise and chagrin, kim seokjin happened to stroll into the elevator with his stylists right before the metallic doors shut. oh how she wished his hand got crushed in the middle of those gates.

"joke's on you. she personally hand-picked my outfit for tonight." jennie retorted.

"oh? did she? maybe she doesn't trust your sense of fashion after all."

okay. that was offensive and she was genuinely hurt by that comment.

she gasped. "and what? you have a good eye for clothes? what are you even wearing, seokjin? i have never seen anyone wear that pattern over those pair of pants."

"it's because my style is unique!"

"no, it's because those clothes belong in the dumpster!"

"yeah? well, your eye liner sucks. people would shrivel at the sight of you!"

"oh come on! your foundation doesn't even match your fucking skin tone. you'd pass off as casper the ghost!"

"ha-ha. you didn't even blend your make-up correctly. better double check, sister!"

the two assistants beside the models shared a look. lisa huffed and grabbed jennie's arm. "we'll go this way." she motioned over the left side of the hallway before splitting paths with jennie's newfound archenemy and his slave.
***
"kim jennie! you look fantastic!"

"jennie, please turn here!"

"jennie, please pose for the camera!"

the shouts of the by-standers made jennie stop on the middle of the red carpet. the flashes of the camera and the continuous clicks were nothing short of blinding and deafening, but she was loving it. she was relishing the attention directed towards her and solely her.

she waved one last time to her audience before proceeding into the ballroom, but not before stopping by some of the appointed celebrity interviewers for a quick chat about her outfit.

the entire venue screamed exuberance. chandeliers hung from the ceilings, important artistic designs decorated the cream-colored walls, the ornaments on the table fit this year's theme perfectly and the fountain glowed beautifully as the room's centerpiece.

she'd love to delve in more, but she was more distracted by the entrance of seokjin. the purple-haired male looked dashing in his suit. she guessed he wasn't the one who picked the ensemble, considering that his whole get-up earlier today was a horrendous puddle of bile.

"ah, jennie! nice of you to join us and witness me being the center of attention. don't let any bugs get in if your jaw drops, mkay? it's bad rep for the company."

"fuck you." she whispered.

"i'll think about it." he replied, leaning in to make sure he was inches away from her earlobe.
***
the after-party was in full swing. intoxicated celebrities writhed to no end on the neon light covered dance floor. their bodies hitting each other with each dance move they busted.

in jennie's eyes, it was like they were stuck in a flower vase and the people jiving to the rhythm were the mosquito larvae. she just hoped she wasn't gonna get pricked and peed on.

"oh! little miss friendly is out here sitting all alone?" seokjin feigned a pout when he managed to come across her again, "awe. it must be sad being the outcast."

"you'll be needing a cast when i break your arm." she growled.

"stop being so feisty. you're always so fired up. you know what they say— the more stressed you are, the earlier grey tendrils come. judging by the amount you're always insulting people, i'm guessing hair dye won't be able to save you."

she snorted. "why? do you also use hair dye to hide your aging hair too? i mean, you are slowly getting bald by the amount of times you dye your hair in a month."

he gasped, outraged. how dare she insult his well-groomed hair? does she even know how much time he spent getting it ready for tonight? "you take that back!"

"nuh uh! not unless you put lip balm on those moisture-deprived lips."

"excuse me? i own the plumpest lips in south korea. you dare tell me they're parched? excuse me, but i spend the utmost amount of money to make sure these lips stay kissable."

"you do not own the most plump lips in korea." she rose an eyebrow, knowing full well that another gentleman already has the title. "park jimin has it."

"you want me to prove it to you?" he challenged.

she simply narrowed her eyes and waited for his next course of action. she was expecting him to whip out the newest LG phone model he endorsed, but to her surprise, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips.

what was he doing?! she never once dreamed of having skin-on-skin contact with kim seokjin, much less having his mouth against hers!

the click of a camera and the whistles from their famous acquaintances made them push each other off.

"this is going to be the front page tomorrow!" the man with the photograph producing device exclaimed with excitement.

it seemed like he was part of the paparazzi. jennie figured that much when she saw the tasteless way his clothes were put together. a green trench coat over a faded plaid shirt? oh puh-lease. even her dog could do better than that.

but wait, what did he just say?

"what?!" she screeched.

no. heck no. even if her agency told her it was going to be good publicity for the both of them, she didn't wanna have any romantic affiliation with kim seokjin! sure, he was dangerously handsome and charming, but she hated the man with all of her being. she wanted nothing more but to rip his vocal chords out if she had claws.

"i can already imagine the headlines; hot issue: kim seokjin and kim jennie— secretly dating?"

"first of all that headline sucks," she cringed, "and second of all: fuck."