Send me “⊗” and I’ll generate a number:215. Muse A and Muse B are forced to pretend to love each other as a publicity stunt but they hate one another and continue to hate one another and it turns into a crazy all out fight scene at the red carpet!
Oh Shixun. The name was pleasant, the person not so much. Jongin’s lips curled into a tenebrous sneer as his manager unfurled his schedules for the day - the most prominent slot occupied by the red carpet premiere he would have to attend in just an hour with the aforementioned nemesis. He actually had no reason to hate the man - the deep rooted loathing had seemingly blossomed out of nowhere, and the tabloids had been more than willing to exploit them in order to induce a rift that would aid in media profit. Since the public was already opinionated, Jongin decided that it would be easier to throw fuel onto the fire, rather than clarifying their squalid relationship.
It wasn’t until the media had blown their rivalry out of proportion - to a point that it affected the company’s royalties, that a solution had to be found. Apparently some imbecile thought that doing the opposite of what people speculated would be the end of it, and in a way, it was. Except Jongin was now trapped in a loveless relationship that went against all of his moral principles and more. Pathetic really, considering everything else about his life was great.
The gloomy train of thought was dissipated by the sound of approaching footsteps - and sparing a glance behind him, he saw it was Shixun clad in a suit, face an apathetic mask as usual.
"I see you’re smoking again, Kai."
Turning back to the window, Jongin just grunted in reply, sucking in a feverish lungful of smoke. One other thing he hated about the younger, he decided spontaneously, was his aesthetically pleasing exterior.
It just didn’t match up to his personality.
The ride to the event was relatively undisturbed apart from a few sharp looks thrown to the other, mostly on his behalf. Shixun, for the most part, looked utterly relaxed in his spot, even opting to send Jongin a blank smile halfway through.
It wasn’t until they were posing for photos on the red carpet that the tension got out of control. Following his manager’s orders, Jongin tried his best to act affectionate with the younger man, but Shixun was having none of it.
“Babe," Jongin grit through his teeth, after seeing some paparazzi had noticed their abnormal behaviour. Lowering his head to whisper a warning into his faux lover’s ear, he managed to plaster on a half hearted smile. "Don’t fucking ruin this for me, or you can fucking say goodbye to your career."
"Are you threatening me?" Shixun’s eyes were cold, his voice loud. Running slender fingers through pale hair, his lips curved into a taunting simper. "At least I have a career, Kim Jongin. Yours has been going downhill since last year, I presume? I guess you can say goodbye to your contract now to save heartbreak later."
Jongin’s hands curled into fists at his side as he clenched his jaw. The cameras were all onto them now, but he could only see red. ”Say that again.”
"I said," Shixun repeated in an almost sultry whisper, honey orbs locked onto his own blackened gaze. "You can say goodbye to your career, and hello to bankruptcy. Kim. Jong. In."
Raising his hand to strike the latter, Jongin changed his course midway to crush Shixun’s lithe body against his, lips bruising the soft pink ones in a physical expelling of his white hot anger. With eclipsed eyes still burning, he murmured against the mouth still brushing against his own.
”You can expect worse later.”
