Jin dropped his bag on the floor and sat himself down. The mirror in front of him looked good. He looked good. He brushed his hair back. "Still handsome." Jin chuckled. The Anchor winked at the mirror, "So handsome," Jin laughed, "Just how are you so real?"

Namjoon walked passed, he looked troubled as he ran his hand through his hair. He seemed to pace around Jin, who was finding the disturbance... disturbing.

"Yo, Hit Man Kim... Can I help you?" Jin turned around, glaring at the director. "You're ruining my morning routine." He crossed his arms.

Namjoon nervously fanned his face with the sheets of papers he was holding, "As a matter of fact, you can help me." He rested his hand on his waist and his face just read desperation.

"Okay, can you be quick, because my make up artist is going to be here soon and-" Jin looked around, she wasn't here. "Lazy bitch," Jin mumbled.

"She quit, Jin!" Namjoon threw his hands in the air in frustration," Jin, that's the second make up artist this month, I'm tired of trying to look for someone who is willing to ignore their human worth while you insult them and is also fine with getting paid like a rock."

Jin gasped, he clutched his heart dramatically, "Excuse me! Being allowed to touch my handsome face and beautiful hair should be reward enough!"

"No, you excuse me," Namjoon was beginning to raise his tone.

"You are excused. Be glad I am merciful today." Jin turned around to return to his dashing face. He increased the volume of his phone, playing Flawless by Beyonce. "Bow bow bitches, I woke up like this," He sang," I don't need a make up artist since I woke up like this."

Namjoon sighed, he left the script on Jin's lap, knowing fully well he wouldn't even read it.

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"Good Morning Bitches, Welcome to BT21," Jin smiled towards camera. "Today's breaking news: Every December in Lynchburg, Tennessee, 140 Jack Daniel's barrels get to remember what it was like to be a tree."

The Anchor didn't blink, not even when Namjoon inaudibly screams behind Yoongi, who tried his best to hold in his laughter. The director had began stomping his foot in frustration, dropping his glasses in the process and finally stepping on them. He fell to the floor, making imaginary snow angels as he began rethinking his life choices.

"Why didn't I just become a camera man? Why did I have to dream so big? Why not just be a regular twenty-five-year-old?" Namjoon mumbled to himself. Then he picked up his sign of choice, waving it in Jin's direction from his position on the floor. "This is not the script! Stop!"

Jin ignored him and even managed to keep a straight face throughout his reports on barrels and the tragedy of their story. When he reached the dramatic finale he quickly turned around to place eye drops in his eyes before looking back towards Yoongi and crying dramatically. "I just... can't even ima-Jin how they would feel." Jin sniffled before clearing his throat. "That's all from me, here's Hoseok with the weather."

Yoongi just managed to quickly switch the focus to the second camera before he allowed his fits of laughter to take over his body. He threw a small envelope in Jin's direction. Apparently, Yoongi had paid him to read something stupid again. Namjoon could cry, but the microphones would pick up his wails so he stopped himself.

"Coffee?"

The Camera man froze in his tracks, because behind him was the cute assistant in a creamy over-sized hoodie. Yoongi just wanted to take another picture for his blog. He smiled instead, taking the coffee in his hands, "Ah, thank you Jiminie," He whispered, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks.

The younger didn't seem to understand him, so he leaned towards the blushing camera man and whispered in his ear. Yoongi sat back on his chair so quickly it resurrected Namjoon up from the ground he buried himself into. Jimin sat on Yoongi's lap as the camera's focus returned to Jin.

"And now we will go through the top tweets of today-"

Namjoon stood up, he held up a sign, this time it said ' Don't... please... I'm begging you.' He made this when he was desperate, but the glimmer in Jin's eyes told him his efforts were all in vain. The anchor seemed to be dead set on ruining Namjoon's day. Or his week. His Month. His Life.

"So, bitches," Jin connected his phone to the projector screen behind him. And it was opened to his twitter page. "Model agencies, do follow my twitter page," he winked at the camera. And that was when he noticed Jimin sitting on Yoongi's lap. He took a professional breath in, ignoring his oh so lonely life. But he couldn't take it when Jimin pecked the cameraman's lips, causing the older to have reddened cheeks again.

The director paced quickly as he watched Jin's vein ready to pop, he had to use his last resort.

He held up a sign that read 'KIM SEOKJIN YOU ARE HANDSOME.' Another sign he made in desperate times, after Jin had thrown a fit and just yelled profanities at the cameras. He even grabbed one of the microphones to make sure everyone could hear him loud and clear. Which was the reason for yet another sign. "Please don't eat the mic, we can hear you."

To his relief the anchor managed to gain composure, "So, let's read the tweets from yesterday's breaking news, which was Taehyung sucking dick for a modelling contract."

The first comment was praising Taehyung for his work and the ones that followed were all nice comments. Jin furiously swiped, looking for a single hate comment to emphasise his point.

"Ha." He grinned as he read the comment out loud, "Seokjin is more Handsome than Taehyung."

Yoongi and Jimin watched the projector screen, the younger holding onto the older's chest for support. They burst into howls of laughter as Jin read the username of the commenter.

"Empressjin," the anchor covered his mouth. His face expressed sheer horror, his eyes wide.

Namjoon signalled at the audio team, warning them to censor the next word. The men nodded in agreement, they knew what was coming.

"Fuck, I didn't go anonymous." Jin groaned.

Just business as usual at BT21.

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AN: To my dear author aka Mintfish. Yes, I do finally realize this is work and that I should appreciate you more etc etc.
But remember this: The ONE time I tried being nice to you you were scared and tried to bribe me so I would stop.
So, do you really want me to appreciate you? ^-^