Avoiding the scheduled events he had to forcefully partake in was something as close as an art —and let’s face it, Namjoon was indeed a maestro when it comes to ditch responsibilities of the sort, no matter how serious or innoucous the business he’s involved may be. And there were different times in which he brought himself to abruptly interrupt one of his photoshoots way before the actual end, if not even not to attend to one at all —sickness, he says once, zits on my face, says another time.
And of course, with such acting skills —who couldn’t believe him? Only the agents who had to stay in his apartment and check him 24/7, of course —the two gorillas grumbling at him and letting the sounds of their voices being washed from the running water of the shower or the loud buzzing of television.
Even that day was no different —interviews ongoing, young reporters jumping from a model to another like bees seeking the right flowers to devour, and he knowingly danced around the guy who seemed so interested into spilling secrets from his lips, dimples and dark gaze doing the fascinating work, humming notes here and here to let him know where he was whenever they seemed to lose themselves in the midst of confusion created by crazy hairstyles, nubes of toxic hairspray and cigarette smoke, paillettes and sparkles and precious fabrics. Testing the youngling’s patience, wanting to see if he was worthy to reach the heights of his platinum throne, if he could consider himself blessed to hear words of sin and perdition from his own lips.
Finally face to face in the end, the smirk still ruling on his lips as eyes narrowed and studied so analytically the way he moved and the way his lips parted when speaking, how his hand seemed to almost drop whateve he was holding, mesmerized by his presence —and his ego liked it, oh if he liked it, devouring every single ounce of attention the spotlight delivered inside and outside the stage. Tongue clicked, words as suave as velvet finally rolling out with a cryptic tone.
« Oh, I apologize —but I had a schedule to respect — you know, important photoshoots and stuff. But I’m free now, so —whatever question you have, I’ll do my best to reply to them. »
But it wasn’t said that he had to reply truthfully, after all.
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