hoseok looks up from his phone, fingers no longer twirling his half-finished glass of wine.
"hey," he says, smiling and standing to hug you before pulling out your chair. "nah, i got here early. and i suppose neither of us are surprised your manager is not here yet. i'm confused: you're the pornstar, and you're the one with a schedule; why is he the one always late?"
"beats me," you say, scoffing and laughing, ordering a glass of chardonnay when the waiter comes to the table. "he might be busy fucking seokjin oppa though."
hoseok coughs around a sip of his wine.
"i fucking knew it!" he says, sighing. "they've been giving each other those gross googly eyes ever since you and yoongi started working together more."
"yeah, i had the misfortune of walking in on them making out during a break on set." you wince, shaking your head, but thanking the waiter when he sets a glass of wine down in front of you. "i love namjoon, but i did not need to see that."
"disgusting. no shame whatsoever." hoseok clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
"anyway. let's not dwell on that anymore," you say, laughing. "how're you? you wanna get straight to business or chat?"
"oh, no please. let's chat," he replies, leaning forward to cradle in chin in his palm, grinning. "there's chatting trickling through about you and yoongi being a thing -- or almost a thing. would you like to expand on that?" not expecting the question, your mouth gapes as you sit there speechless, nervously chuckling and reaching for your glass of wine to distract yourself with a sip. "oh? do my eyes deceive me, or is miss _____ speechless? and blushing?"
"shut up, i am not."
"you so are."
"it's the wine."
"we've drunk together before; i know you're good with your alcohol. you haven't even had a full glass yet. c'mon. gimme the details. what's going on with you and yoongi?"
"nothing. we've just... gone on a couple dates outside of work, that's all. that's nothing wild and crazy," you say, shrugging and hoping it looks as casual as you want it to be.
"mhm. sure," hoseok hums, still grinning when he sits back in his chair.
a bottle and a half of wine later, namjoon still hasn't shown up.
"alright. what gives?" hoseok says, sighing and frowning. "is your manager showing up or nah?"
"seok, at this point, i wouldn't hold my breath," you reply, finishing off the last sip of wine in your glass, picking at the bowl of pretzels between you both.
"alright, fine. you're level-headed enough to handle your own work, i'm sure. should we talk business?"
"it's a good a time as ever. what's the scene?"
"a sandwich: you, jeongguk, and taehyung."
"mmm, my favourite type of sandwich," you hum, unlocking your phone to type notes. "specifics?"
"director yong's thinking double penetration, a bit of bondage, some d/s, and lots of spit," hoseok says, lips pursed as he thinks.
"dp with jeongguk? christ."
"the audience loves to watch jeongguk be mean, taehyung laugh, and you cry."
"RIP to my ass."
"eh. i could do worse."
"what?"
"...what?"
you look up from your phone, finger hovering over your screen as you fight off an amused smile, hoseok clearly not realising he'd voiced his thoughts aloud. it takes him a moment, but when it dawns on him, his eyes grow comically wide.
"did i just say that out loud?" he asks, straightening up in his seat, gasping. "shit."
"damn, seok," you say, sitting back, smug. "i didn't know you wanted to fuck me like that."
"pfft. in your dreams."
"well... i won't deny that."
"what?"
you throw your head back and laugh at how surprised hoseok is, his shoulders falling when he realises you're just teasing him.
"don't play with me like that, _____," he sighs. "i'm trying to be a professional by not fucking any actors, and respect yoongi's endeavours. don't fuckin' tempt me. i'm a human being, god damn it."
"well, if you'd ever like to cave to temptation, you know where to find me."
"don't."
"don't what?"
the both of you turn to see namjoon at the table, ruffling his hair and fixing his shirt.
"wow. nice of you to turn up," hoseok scoffs, rolling his eyes. "you're only forty-five minutes late."
"mhm. you aren't as smooth as you think you are, kim," hoseok says, pouring himself another glass of wine. "besides. me and _____ are already done. matter of fact, maybe she should just drop you as her manager and freelance."
"you know what? that's not a bad idea. cheers, babe," you say, raising your glass, the crystal of yours and hoseok's glass knocking lightly.
"wh-- c'mon! i wasn't that late!" namjoon whines.
"i've made porn shorter than how long it took you to get here. i've made men come quicker than how long it took you to get here."
"next time i need to talk about work between _____ and the other two, i think i'm gonna contact her directly," hoseok says.
"that would be smart, yeah -- after you finish jerking off to a picture of my ass, of course."
