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No, this had to be a mistake. He'd talk with the producers, look over the other casting options. They don't need a star, they need someone who can give this story the subtlety it calls for.
"Oh? Do you have a favorite?" The amused expression on the other's face made it clear he had some idea that Namjoon was in fact within not his typical audience. Annoying.
The first meeting over with, Namjoon could only hope things would get better from here. Sure, he may have been frustrated but this was still--
Namjoon only let himself be hung up on the compliment Jin slid into his apology for a few seconds before responding with a light grin. He clapped a hand onto Jin's shoulder (Huh. Strong.) as he spoke.
Things...grew relatively calm, after that. For the most part, over the next several weeks they didn't have many disagreements.
"It was you." His words are quiet but weighted as he steps forward towards the actor. He looks almost awe-struck, the revelation having an evident impact on him.
"It was you who donated- you're the anonymous donor who paid for half of the production costs and made- made this happen- who sent all those messages I- I needed to hear."
"The callsheet email this morning. You replied from the wrong account. I don't think anyone else would have noticed but I've been looking forward to those messages..."
"Why didn't you say something? Why keep it secret?"
"Wait so, that means you--"
"Actually I was gonna say, you've actually watched my other work, but wow- yeah, that too."
"Joon-ah, you figured out my secret but you still haven't figured out all that overconfidence is a front too? I'll take the compliments though. Please remember them when we go on the press tour."
At some point, Namjoon realizes he's definitely looking at Jin differently than he had before. Is it because he knows he's his angel donor, because he's dropped his guard enough to realize
He finds himself leaning forward ever so slightly, Jin's face so incredibly close to his now. When did that happen?
It seems that mind, body, hell both of them seemed to be going rogue at this point, takes this as a signal because next thing he knows he's closed the gap
Thoughts of anything but the feel of Jin against him, the taste of him, vanish. Still without separating, he's surprised when Jin moves and then like in some sort of dream-
"Yeah, yeah, that was- weird right? Guess we got carried away, sorry, um. Do you think we could just...pretend it didn't happen?"
"Yep. Bright and early. Well, if you can call 4:30 bright I suppose. Have a good night, yeah?"
"You too, Namjoon-ah."
Namjoon was taken aback by the sudden compliment, forgetting for a moment his purpose as he returned a grin.
Only a few hours later and he was in his director's chair, seated before an intimate set built to look like a fairly typical bedroom.
They're standing just next to the bed, knees almost touching as the clapperboard closes and cameras roll.
Just as he's tempted to sink down into his chair and never get up again, he's startled by the abrupt sound of the clapperboard once again as cameras roll again.
Finally Yoongi seemed to sense his stress, and suggested they take a breather. Namjoon took a step in Jin's direction before the actor announced he was going to stuff his face at catering. Taehyung said he would tag along.
"Did you break someth-"
"No! I didn't break anything, oh my god. I just...I have a question."
Jimin seemed confused but curious, head tilted. "Okay, ask away."
Jimin's face scrunches up as though it's one of the more ridiculous questions he's ever heard. "It's acting. It's what he does, it's never bothered me really."
"Honestly? Watching it today, it's kind of hot. Seokjin is really attractive, isn't he? Why are you- oh my god. Your face. Wait. You- you're into Jin aren't you? I knew it!"
"What do you mean you knew it? I mean- it's not- that's not at all-"
"Seokjin-hyung! We were just talking about you. Namjoon says he's impressed with your kissing."
"Yes, ah, I mean, no! That's not what I said at all - it was your acting today-" He gave up and covered his face with his palms, until he heard quiet distinct laughter coming from the actor.
The possibility of time travel sounded like salvation right now. He could go back, to when he was first writing this scene, and he could tell himself to
In fact, the main character definitely wears only the thickest of sweaters to bed. (Seokjin looks really good in sweaters, though. Damn. Damn.)
God, he wants to kiss them. Or bite them. He's not picky. No, no. Put that thought away. Kiss never happened. Lips on his neck never happened. It's time to be a /professional/.
He opts for the latter, keeping his head down and doing his best to remain professional but cordial. He almost manages without any hitches until the second to last day on set.