Namjoon looked around. The lights were set, the cameras were in position. Hobi stood next to his desk on the right side and emptied his water bottle, preparing for his part. He nodded in satisfaction, they were ready.

Unless...He moved his gaze to the middle of the small studio, towards the man sitting there. Jin was in position, his suit fitting perfectly. Still, Namjoon felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew the face his main anchor was making right now and he had learned to fear it. It was full of not so well hidden anger and self-righteousness, his chin held high and his eyes slightly narrowed.

But, it was already too late. Yoongi, the camera man, had given the signal, they were going live.

Jin looked up, "Good morning bitches and welcome to BT21." Jin shuffled his papers," I am still convinced this stands for bullshit TV, since this is all I'm getting today." He mumbled.

Namjoon could feel his heartrate rising. This was not going to end well. He held up a sign 'WE CAN HEAR YOU'. He had prepared numerous different signs like this after Jin's first week. And as usual, Jin ignored him as he continued to smile at the camera, flashing his beautiful pearly teeth.

Jin continued, "Breaking news: my so-called best friend, Kim Taehyung, sucked famous model agency owner Jeon Jungkook's dick. There is no other explanation why he would get a position as main model for Gucci. Oh by the way my, modelling work email is: [email protected]," he reported monotonously.

He lifted his head, anger now apparent in his eyes.

"How could they hire that mad man, who needed my help every single time he dyed his hair is beyond me, I am obviously way better looking," he mumbled. Then he raised his voice again." That is all for today. Here is Hoseok with the weather," he winked at the camera as Yoongi fake gagged.

Namjoon groaned and buried his face in his hands, he didn't even bother to hold up the sign again. He knew Jin would do something like this. He always did. He waved to the side, signalling to Jimin. The boy nodded and picked up the mug, walking towards the desk in the middle, bringing the anchor his preferred coffee.

Meanwhile, Yoongi had been too busy laughing at Jin, who was puffing out his cheeks in fury, so he hadn't yet switched to the second camera, which pointed at Hobi. Hoseok, who already wore his professional carefree smile, waited awkwardly for his turn. Instead everyone focused on Jimin carefully placing the coffee next to the broad-shouldered man. Waving at Yoongi for attention didn't help either.

Jin looked up to thank him and noticed the camera still showing him, along with Jimin.

Namjoon took the pointer stick he always carried around on set for situations just like these and hurriedly started poking Yoongi to get him out of his laughing fit. Jin didn't like sharing his screen time with anyone since it would be 'too distracting from his handsome features'. The director sighed. How could he let it come this far? Why did he even have to poke his workers on a regular basis just so they could do their jobs properly?

Yoongi batted the stick away, as he continued chuckling. Then, he finally pressed the button to switch on the second camera and focus on Hobi, who was waiting patiently. Somehow, he was the only one, who was never bothered by this mess.

Namjoon quickly glanced to the two standing at the main set. The taller of them didn't seem to be too mad. Good. He turned back to his weatherman, a little more relaxed now. Unlike Jin, Hoseok always did exactly what he was supposed to. He was a blessing for Namjoon's strained nerves.

After the show was finished and they shut off the cameras. The crew started packing up, a few of them continued laughing. Namjoon sighed, he wished he could switch jobs sometimes, maybe with Yoongi. But, he would probably break the equipment though.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath. Then he signalled Jin to come over.

The older male obeyed, although reluctantly, his brows furrowed. He didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of guilt.

"What do you want?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Namjoon tried to ignore his spreading headache, "I know you are mad Taehyung got the contract, but was it really necessary to announce it like this? Today's news was supposed about the senior picnic next to the river yesterday."

Jin snorted, "Who even cares about that? It's supposed to be breaking news, not old people breaking backs trying to have food on a rug news. I think it was fine, my topic was far more interesting."

"Maybe, but could you try to make it less insulting and less...personal next time? Please?", Namjoon pleaded, he tried to be diplomatic. This was not the first time they had a conversation like this, and he already knew that no one could stop Jin from saying whatever he wanted. The only hope he had left was to get Jin to say it in a more...professional way. With less cursing and insulting people.

His hopes were crushed when the only answer he received was a pointed glare and a definite sounding "No".

Jin waved a short goodbye and walked away, leaving Namjoon, who looked around again.

Hoseok was at the door, ready to leave and he was smiling as if nothing ever went wrong in life. The audio team nearly finished packing everything up and seemed to have a small competition about who could imitate Jin's offended huff the best. Yoongi pulled Jimin towards a corner, nearly making the younger spill some of the coffee he had made for the team. Jin picked up his bag, he muttered to himself, probably about the amount of dick Tae had sucked to get his new job.

Just business as usual at BT21.

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AN: This is a collaboration with xmintylovex, to celebrate the new year and Taehyung's birthday (I totally didn't copy this from her account)
If you want to know how this happened, that's on her account as well.
We definitely had fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading.

I have no idea how to sign this so here's my friend's suggestion:
Your profile picture is a lizard so sign with Harry. Like in 'You're a lizard, Harry'

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