" milo, " she retorts from the dressing room, placing the skirt back on the hanger and on the hook for an associate to take. " well, i already said it made me look like a bird. " jia mumbles, nose crinkling as she pulls her own clothes back on. she releases a soft breath, hands smoothing over the front, subconsciously smoothing away wrinkles that don't exist. ah, what the hell is she doing ? grabbing her bag and phone, jia swings the door open and sets a hand on her hip. " i heard that, and i mean . . . you were here. what's the harm in asking your opinion ? " she lets out a soft breath, settling down in the opposite arm chair and mirroring their posture, arms folded across her chest. " either way, i'm finished with shopping now. we can go anywhere you want— my treat. "
amused , he leaning back as he studied her — pursed lips , crossed arms , averted eyes ; there was no denying that she was pretty fucking adorable ( though hell would likely freeze over before he said as much to her face ) . “ typically i’d say there was no harm in it , but considerin' how you’re pouting right now , it feels like there was probably just a little bit of offense taken . ” brow quirking at her sudden invitation , milo found their head tilting in confusion . “ and now you’re offering to foot the bill .. anywhere i want .. ” she was unpredictable , jumping from one topic to the next , one extreme to the other . “ how about i treat you since i wounded your pride ? it’s the least i can do to make it up to you . ”
when he saw milo earlier , his heart had twisted with a familiar mix of emotions . it was always like this — milo always stirred something deep within him , a tangled , fucked up mess of longing , frustration , and an ache that never seemed to fade . he hated how easily milo could affect him , how just the sight of them could bring back memories he’d been trying so hard to bury , how he was so drawn to him like a moth to a flame , unable to stay away despite everything . " prematurely gray might suit you , actually , ” said yooseung , standing close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from milo's body . reaching for his own glass , he takes a sip . " you'll look like a proper hot dilf . you could even do a ' 50 years later ' spin-off of the kissing booth . "
milo wished , and he knew better than to bother , really , but fuck did he wish that there was some way to stop the erratic thumping of that goddamn organ in their chest every time he heard yooseung’s voice . not only was it embarrassing ( not that anyone but milo knew how their heart raced , but the fear of discovery wasn’t exactly a rational one ) , but it was always accompanied by the frustrating side effect of completely derailing any train of thought he’d previously been having ; all it took was one word from yooseung and milo was catapulted back into the restless sea of longing he’d only narrowly escaped before . “ everything suits me , ” he offered with a sidelong look , knowing full - well that it was not in his best interest to look the other full in the face . “ so you’re sayin’ all it takes is a little bit of salt & pepper in my hair and suddenly i look like i’m in my seventies ? cold , yoo , really fuckin’ cold . ”
“ i don’t care who you kiss , milo . ” having only caught onto the last half of milo’s sentence , carter doesn’t bother to modulate the edge in his tone . scenarios change , scripts get revisions , but some things remain the same . the screenwriter’s relationship with the actor has been one consistent line of disagreement and tension that stretches with the string of durability . tongue playing with an unlit cigarette , bringing a lighter to his lips , he adds , “ but if those gray hairs comes with an early retirement , do let me know . ” a slice of amusement seeps into his tone as he exhales around the smoke , “ so , i can kill off your character faster than i had originally planned . ”
whether it was the open hostility or just the fact that milo found great joy in grating on carter’s nerves , a slow , satisfied grin spread across milo’s lips at the other’s words , the night immediately looking up at the prospect of an argument . “ oh , sweet carter , you wound me . ” milo’s words dripped with sarcasm , the bite to them apparent despite their content . his nose scrunched in distaste at the sight of the cigarette , but he didn’t share the less - than - favorable comment sitting at the back of his tongue . “ what makes you think a few gray hairs would hinder my career ? you can’t possibly think casting directors would pass on me just because of a small cosmetic change … ” canines exposed , milo’s grin became feral . “ as for my character , you and i both know very well why your reviews have been so good recently .. and it’s not the script . ”
there is a very short list of things she could have expected for them to say, but she didn't expect for them to agree to an extent. " you weren't supposed to agree, " a full pout tugs at her lips as she gets one final look in the mirror. their relationship— if she could even call it that, goes back long before this very moment. there's some things she could have assumed, but first on the list wouldn't be standing in the middle of a louis vuitton, wanting milo's opinion on a piece of clothing she ultimately won't buy. jia huffs dramatically before going into the dressing room, shutting the door and pulling the skirt off. " you know, you've got a real way with words. "
crossing their arms over their chest , milo frowned in response — no chance she expected a glowing review from him .. “ jia , ” he began , head slightly tilted forward as their tone dripped with restrained frustration . “ if you wanted me to say somethin' sweet and kind about that hideous fuckin’ skirt , then you asked the wrong person . ” he averted his gaze at her pout , knowing their resolve not to lie would not be interested in that fight . turning to the nearest rack with a scowl , he thumbed through a few of the options ; surely something there would be better than the one she’d tried on before . “ mhm , and i’ve got a choice few left over , too . ” giving up , he abandons the rack of silk and satin in favor of the unoccupied plush armchair , one leg crossed neatly over the other as he waits for her to emerge again . “ why do you want my opinion , anyway ? if you feel good in it , then fuck what anyone else has to say and just wear it ... even if it's that monstrosity . ”
even outside of the content she created, one would often find imara gill, albeit seemingly - mindlessly, agressively swinging at a punching bag, but it wasn't mindless at all; she channeled all of her rage ( and other emotions ) and the problems she had with life into throwing her own fists. and what wasn't there to be pissed about? she couldn't get a moment's peace from that damn camera crew. remember the money, remember the money, she would need to remind herself. she'd discovered one of those speed bags ( most commonly used by stupid gym bros; the very same that either worship or fear her ) on the beach, so naturally, she was drawn to it. catching a glimpse of a figure standing behind her out of the corner of her eye was enough to get a rise out of the influencer. practically growling, she squinted without turning her head towards the other. she wanted to go on a whole damn rant about staring in public, but instead, snapped in her raspy english accent, never ceasing the quick pummel to the speed bag in front of her, " can i help you ? "
milo was no stranger to feeling like a zoo animal trapped in a cage , the suffocating feeling of being watched and monitored grating on their nerves more than he liked to admit . however , he wasn’t shy about voicing his aversion to the near 24 - hour surveillance and was even more vocal in their hatred for the paparazzi that were constantly camped just outside his peripheral . raising a brow toward a cameraman that had inadvertently made eye contact with them , milo watched with amusement as the man hurriedly busied himself elsewhere , face flushed with embarrassment . he’d just spotted imara to his left when her biting words were spat their way , a smirk spreading across his mouth . “ if anything , i think i’d be the one helping you . your form is completely off — if you were sparring against a real person , one swipe would knock you off your feet . ”
𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 : open starter
𝒘𝒉𝒐 : milo & anyone
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 : the ? bonanza (:
taking a moment to collect themself , lest he do something drastic like insult some random production assistant ( .. again ) , milo was beyond grateful there were plenty of places to hide between booths . “ i swear , ” he muttered to himself , knocking back the remainder of the lukewarm mixed drink he’d clearly been much too excited about upon ordering , considering it wasn't much more than a glorified long island iced tea . “ if one more person asks me when my shift at the kissing booth starts , i’m gonna go prematurely gray . ”
jiro stood at the edge of the beach , his hands buried in the pockets of his shorts as he stared out at the waves . the sound of laughter and music filled the air , but his focus was on the camera crew setting up nearby . with a slight frown , he muttered under his breath , " do they always have to be this close ? " then , catching himself , he forced a small smile and turned to the nearest person , trying to play it cool . " so ... how long before we forget they 're even here ? "
no one would make the mistake of calling milo polite , but he figured there wasn’t much point in letting jiro know that they’d heard the complaint he’d clearly meant to keep to himself . with a small smirk settling on his mouth , milo slips his own hands into his pockets as he considers the other’s question . “ if i were to guess , most everyone would have to be a few drinks in to really start enjoying themselves . ” lips parting as their smile widened to show pointed canines , wry amusement colored milo’s words . “ how about you , my sweet jiro ? when do you start being fun and carefree ? ”
location : the bonfire pit
currently : open to everyone !
“i’m telling you, is a bonfire really a bonfire without s’mores? highly doubt it,” lucille muses to the camera as she’s huddled up by the fire pit, finishing her second s’more of the night with one hand and roasting marshmallows with the other. she wasn't sure the production crew would appreciate someone sneaking in their own food despite all the booths they've set up, but who can resist a little something homemade? she excitedly offers the s’more she just made to the nearest person passing by, extending an arm out as far as she can from where she's sitting. “you wanna try one? trust me, these don't disappoint.”
there were a number of things milo expected to get out of the night : drunk ( obviously ) , become a witness to ( or participate in ) a fight or two , excessive screen time that would result in patchwork editing later ( again , obviously ) .. but he definitely didn’t have ‘ nearly get dead - legged by a rogue s’more ’ on their bingo card for the night . “ jesus , ” he swore , side - stepping at the last second before the back of his knee got a slathering of chocolate and marshmallow . “ you’re lucky i can’t resist a good s’more or i’d be super upset right now . ” words holding no real bite , he more than willingly sat by her in the nearest lawn chair , the scratchy fabric uncomfortable but familiar . taking a bite of the s’more , he looked at her sidelong , expression carefully devoid of emotion . “ this is the best fuckin’ s’more i’ve had in my life . ”
he's standing off to the side , out of people's way as he waits on his elote — what jiseok would swear up and down is the best food he's ever consumed . he has the same drink he's been nursing for fifteen minutes in hand , fighting the urge to dump it out or hand it to the next person to pass by him . he attempts to take another sip , making a face at the bitterness — it was safe to say he hated beer . ❛ i knew i should've went with shots instead . ❜
flashing a false smile at the booth operator , milo took his number and stepped a few feet away to wait for his food . gaze pulled by jiseok muttering under his breath , milo couldn’t help but smirk in amusement . “ of all the alcohol being served , you settled on beer ? ” shaking their head and nose scrunching in disgust at the sight of the offending amber liquid , he gestured to a booth not too far off . “ they’re literally selling mixed drinks not twenty feet away and you’re still choosing to suffer through an entire bottle of coors light ? ”
WHERE : rodeo drive, louis vuitton .
WHEN : 2:11pm .
FEATURING : open to anyone !
despite what may be believed, jia has not gotten used to this whole being famous thing. she honestly uses the word loosely when speaking of herself, more so inclined to that she's popular or simply . . . known. her stepsister is the famous one, and with the rather colorful message from her sister the day the news of her divorce dropped ( how the hell was she supposed to know of her group's comeback ? ), jia was skating on even thinner ice with the older woman. ever since being cast on the show, jia hadn't really found her footing, and the backlash was . . . overwhelming. " this looks stupid, doesn't it ? " jia turns to the person nearest to her, twisting a bit to show off the petal hem skirt she'd just slipped on. " i look like a bird of some kind ? like a pigeon . . . "
milo wasn’t entirely sure how they’d managed to find themself here in this moment , thumbing through racks of clothes he was almost guaranteed not to buy , but he figured that was neither here nor there when considering the doe - eyed look jia had just given him . she irked him , a scowl settling on his mouth — not because he disliked her or because she annoyed him .. the opposite , really . there was something about her , and he couldn’t identify exactly what it was , but it made them care , made them wary of himself to the point where he began filtering his responses . “ is that .. not what you were going for ? ” okay , maybe saying he’d mince his words was pushing it , but he couldn’t deny the desire to do so had definitely been there .
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 ! this 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 just went viral for 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 - 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴" . . . 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 is a 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 - 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 year old representing 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 , who is frequently seen rocking 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢 . they enjoy 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘪 in their free time , but have said to hate 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 . they seem to be 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 , but others have said they are quite 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 as well . that makes sense , considering they are often labeled as 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 .
( ⌗ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 )
— ❛ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴. ❜
full name : milo kwon birthday : april 6 age : twenty7 gender : demiboy pronouns : he / they orientations : pansexual & panromantic career claim : jacob elordi
— ❛ 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. ❜
faceclaim : kim mingyu hair : dark brown , sometimes black eyes : deep brown height : 6'3" piercings : mingyu canon + nipples tattoos : cybersigilism piece on upper back
— ❛ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. ❜
positive traits : magnetic , adaptable , confident , self-reliant negative traits : reckless , judgemental , narcissistic , distant mbti : esfp big three : aries sun , aries moon , scorpio rising likes : sleeping late , grilled cheese sandwiches , messing with paparazzi , bubble baths , thunderstorms , alcohol , sex ( i'm sorry , this is so annoying of me to say ) dislikes : rules , lying , mint chocolate ice cream , fancy restaurants , morning talk shows , his parents & so much more ! they’re a born hater , so if you can think it , he probably hates it !
☆ they didn’t actually move to la to start their career — he’d spent his trust on a very expensive private detective & they had a lead that later went cold that olivia was living in california
☆ he only got into the business because they were a natural born actor ; all their life they pretended to be someone they weren’t , so it was easy to use that talent to keep himself fed
☆ has never had a relationship last more than a handful of weeks because he easily finds himself getting bored ; is likely labeled a casanova or heartbreaker in a lot of hollywood circles because they are so notoriously incapable of settling down . has been on the wrong side of a lot of nasty breakups and rumors , none of which he denies
☆ hates lying , ironically . will pretend to be someone they’re not in front of a camera , but refuses to tell anything but the truth otherwise . the only lie he’s ever intentionally told was when he was thirteen and convinced the group home director he wanted to be adopted alone
☆ is actually genuinely very different from their persona of ‘ the prima donna ’ — at this point , it’s just easier to let people make assumptions than to prove that he’s a decent human being ( he’s convinced he sucks , so .. ) . craves to be truly loved but also shuns it because they don’t think they deserve it or that they’re capable of reciprocating — maybe all the things people say about him get to his head .. secretly tho ..
☆ quite literally developed insomnia because of their night terrors & hardly sleeps until exhaustion hits and puts them under . is maybe too friendly with the valium his psychiatrist prescribed him , but they’ve thankfully never crossed the threshold into addiction .
☆ ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY !!!!!! was voted sexiest man alive in 2023 vifnjdhbvjncd they deserve it methinks
☆ went on record talking about how much he doesn’t like going on morning talk shows because they feel phony & has since been blackballed from the today show ( hoda and jenna HATE him lmfao ) but has hosted snl a few times bc thats actually fun
☆ is actually a publicist’s worst nightmare <3 will say anything at any time to anyone ; has sparked many a tiktok wondering if he has any media training at all ( he does it on purpose ) . also has gotten into public arguments with paparazzi , going so far as to publish an essay about the unlawfulness of the job in and of itself
☆ doesnt have many close friends , most bc they go out of their way not to talk about his own life , but is always seen with so many people .. make it make sense lmfao
☆ has a doberman named bunny & a rottweiler named moose ( i love them with my whole heart )
☆ i’m sure i’ll come up with more but thats it for now ;_;
— ❛ 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. ❜
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