Namjoon sat across from Jin as the older munched on his seafood risotto. They were eating in the director's room. It had been their private getaway, and it was the only place the anchor could act like a normal person.

He noticed, how Jin would put a cold front of other people by insulting them. But he was honestly a good guy, when he tried to be. Minus the arrogance, the self-indulgence. But that wouldn't be the Jin he loves.

He's been hesitant for a while as he looked at the letter on his desk. The one he had tucked away for weeks. Namjoon looked at the alpaca he loved so much, now that they were more official. He was no longer scared to lose him.

He knew he was going to be mad, but here goes nothing.

"Babe," Namjoon cooed softly.

Jin gasped, he clutched onto his heart dramatically," You will address me as Empress Jin."

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, "Babe," he insisted.

The older continued to munch on his food, teasingly pretending he didn't hear the younger. "Mmm," He hummed, his eyes moved left and right quickly, "I don't hear anything-"

"You got a modelling contract."

Jin gasped, he dropped the contents of his mouth onto the desk. Namjoon looked at the letter again, it was now covered in risotto. He picked it up, flicking the pieces of food off.

"Say that again!" Jin yelled, his chopsticks now on the desk too. The director handed him the letter, which the eager Jin ripped open.

He quietly read its content, his hand shaking as he reread the whole thing just to be sure.

"I was selfish," Namjoon mumbled, "I knew if you left, we'd never be anything. And I want us to... at least get somewhere, I wish I told you. I wish I-"

"I do." Jin responded.

"Wait?!" What?" Namjoon looked confused as he tried to read Jin's expression.

"I will marry you." Jin got up from his seat and went to hug Namjoon from behind, he kissed gently on the director's cheek, his lips finding the man's lips.

They broke from the kiss and Namjoon continued to look confused. It was too late to even ask because Jin beat him to it. He left through the door with the letter.

He could hear him shouting "Bye bitches." And then it was quiet.

Namjoon stepped out of his office and his staff all mirrored his confused expression.

"Did he really leave?" Yoongi asked as he ran up to the director.

He couldn't find words to respond to the staff's questions.

Their ratings had finally increased, and the honest truth is... They didn't get their views for news, they get it for comedy. And without Jin, could they even keep the news agency going for another six months?

Namjoon nodded, he looked at the studio, everyone had gone quiet.

"He really did leave."

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Meanwhile in the modelling agency, Jin had strut inside. The first person greeting him was Taehyung.

"He finally gave you that letter then," Taehyung chuckled.

Jin crossed his arms, "You really are a snake, you didn't even tell me."

The model sat on his chair, he shrugged and sipped on his detox smoothie. "You were the first one that got the contract," He sighed. "But you were too important for BT21, so when Namjoon hid the letter, he sent me instead."

The anchor... the ex anchor was lost for words.

Taehyung brushed his hair back, he placed his drink down and turned around to Jin, "Even when I was an anchor at BT21, no one really noticed me. The comments and headlines were always about what you said. I'd stick to the script and did everything Namjoon said. But you were the main star of the show."

Jin raised his eyebrows, "Is this an act because you don't want me to be a model and take your place? If that's the case this isn't working."

The younger sighed, he shook his head, "I'm being genuine, yes I was mad at you, rather than being happy for me like a best friend should, you became my first hater."

"But that was because... I wanted to model, you knew that. And I felt betrayed, I thought this was our dream. Something we wanted to be together." Jin explained.

"This isn't for you," Taehyung butted in, "Here, you are compared to thousands of faces, at BT21, you're the only anchor, you're the only face they see."

Jin didn't look like he was buying it, "I already quit my job-"

"You have to diet and you can't eat what you want," Taehyung interrupted.

The older gasped, he looked around, everyone was... eating one piece of leaf. He looked at his letter, then at Taehyung, who had a knowing smirk on his face. The letter was ripped up all into shreds.

The anchor was going back to work.

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Jin returned to the studio, and it looked like all hope was lost. "I'm back bitches, camera, lights, my face, action." He yelled.

Everyone saw him and they began to shuffle into positions. Namjoon smiled, handing him a script. It said 'say what you want' on it.

The anchor gave him a quick kiss, "our wedding is next month, before Jimin's and I want a month off for our honeymoon. Paid of course."

Namjoon sighed, everything really was back to normal.

Jin sat on his seat, shuffling the sheets Namjoon gave him before throwing them on the desk, he took a packet of confetti from one of the drawers where he kept them. He emptied the contents into his hands.

The red light on Yoongi's camera switched on and Jin began by smiling at the camera.

"Hello bitches, this is your handsome host Kim Seokjin, welcome to BT21." He winked at the camera, clearing his throat he continued his report. "Breaking news, I will be getting married next month, you are all formally uninvited. It's guests only. But I will record the whole thing and show you what it looks like."

Namjoon facepalmed, when he said say anything... he forgot what he was getting himself into.

"Now, here is Hoseok, who will predict snow on my wedding day." Jin winked again.

The second camera was switched on to show Hoseok frantically looking for his cue cards, "Jin, your wedding is in June, this is Korea, there will be no snow."

The anchor scoffed so loudly you could hear it from side.

"Everything you say about the weather comes true! Don't lie to me, I know you can make it snow in June!"

Just business as usual at BT21.