"No, I don't want that! I don't want any skin-ship shoot!" Jungkook said angrily.

"Jungkook, please do it. This is a new concept," Hoseok, his director, said, trying to convince him.

"I don't care. I won't do it," Jungkook snapped and walked away without another glance.

Hoseok sighed heavily and looked at the confused staff members. "What do we do now?" he muttered.

Jungkook kept mumbling angrily to himself as he left the set, frustration written all over his face. His manager called after him, but he didn't stop. Just then, as he turned a corner too fast, he bumped into someone.

"YAH! Look Where You're Going!" Jungkook shouted, rubbing his shoulder.

"Ow! You stupid! You bumped into me!" the other person shouted back.

Jungkook blinked, taken aback for a moment. Standing in front of him was a boy dressed in expensive clothes, hair perfectly styled, holding a small designer bag that probably cost more than a car. His big brown eyes glared at Jungkook, lips pouting in annoyance.

"Are you blind or what?!" the boy continued, dusting his sleeve like he just touched something dirty.

Before Jungkook could respond, two men in black suits ran over.

"We're sorry, Mr. Jeon," one of them said quickly. "Our young master didn't see you."

They guided the boy away gently, but Jungkook could still hear him muttering something like "So rude!" under his breath.

"Tch," Jungkook scoffed. "Kids these days. They think they're cool just because they use their parents' money."

He shook his head, annoyance still burning in his eyes, and walked to his car without looking back.

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"What?! Jeon jungkook is not agreeing to the film?!" Namjoon shouted.

He slammed the file on the table, frustration burning in his eyes. Namjoon was the main producer - and he had already invested a huge amount of money into this new film.

Hoseok looked down nervously.

"Umm... sir... we will talk to him again. You know he only does action movies. He doesn't want to do films with romantic concepts or skinship with girls," He explained carefully.

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily.

"I don't care. I already wasted so much money on this film. Do something else. Change the script if needed. But I want Jungkook in this movie."

Hoseok nodded quickly, already stressed.

Just then, the office door burst open.

A small, cute boy entered with a big pout on his lips.

"Dada!" Taehyung said dramatically as he ran inside.

Namjoon immediately softened.

"Tae, what happened now?" he asked, opening his arms.

Taehyung threw himself onto Namjoon's

"Dada that stupid actor shouted at me!" he said, pointing at Hoseok like Hoseok was responsible for actor's personality.

Hoseok blinked in confusion. "huh! Who?" he asked.

Taehyung puffed his cheeks and raised his voice. "That Jeon Jungkook! That stone-faced actor! He shouted at me!"

Namjoon sighed deeply.

"Great... just great..." he muttered under his breath.

Hoseok looked at him with a helpless expression. Everything was going wrong - Jungkook had already rejected the movie, and now he had accidentally bumped into Namjoon's precious only son.

Taehyung was still bickering loudly, flailing his hands in frustration.

"Dada, he is so rude! His face is like this-" he squinted his eyes and made a stiff expression to imitate Jungkook- "like someone stole his ice cream! Hmph!"

Namjoon put a hand on his forehead. "Let's go home," he said tiredly.

Taehyung immediately nodded and held Namjoon's sleeve like a baby.

"Dada, can you buy me a new PC?" he asked sweetly.

Namjoon stopped walking. "But you bought one last week..."

Taehyung immediately changed his face - pout, wobbly lips, eyes getting watery, acting like he would burst into tears right there on the office floor.

"Dadaaaa... you don't love me anymore..." he whispered.

Within two seconds, Namjoon nodded quickly. "Fine! Fine! I'll buy it."

Taehyung instantly brightened like someone turned on a switch. "Yayyy!" he cheered, hopping next to his father as they walked toward the door.

While walking out, Namjoon turned his head slightly toward Hoseok and said in a low, dangerous voice,

"Make Jungkook do that film... or you will regret it."

Hoseok's soul visibly left his body. He nodded rapidly. "Y-Yes sir... I-I will handle it."

Namjoon walked out with Taehyung clinging to his arm, already planning where to put his new PC. The staff bowed, terrified, as the producer and his spoiled prince left the building.

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To be continued.....