"6pm, in front of Dongdaemun Station. Don't be late."

His voice continues to resonate repeatedly in my head, causing a sporadic breakout of anxiety in my system— I had no idea what he wanted to do, and why he asked me to meet on a non-schooling day. All I knew that I was done for.

I shouldn't have cheated on the test.

But split milk was in fact, split milk. What's done was done...I could not fathom what he's going to do to me during our session on Sunday. I wasn't prepared for the best— so when he showed up early, dressed in fashionable attire, I was definitely taken aback.

"hey baby." he greets me with enthusiasm, combing his hair back. "you ready?"

"What do you think?" I snorted at him, showing a displeasured expression. "I'm not looking forward to anything."

Mr Park examines me intently from the bottom to the top. His eyes pierced through me like a glacier, wanting to take in every part of my being. And when he checked me out, I couldn't help to do so too— he looked so hot. So hot, he probably melted my mind. He adorned a black turtleneck that emphasised his skin jawline, accompanied by a denim shirt hung loosely around his body.

"you look good." He compliments me, staring intently at my face with a wry smirk on his lips. His intermittent flirting causes my heart to go under an overdrive, but I immediately composed myself. He probably didn't mean it— after all, I was only wearing a simple oversized shirt with comfortable sweatpants. He wasn't serious, he wasn't—

"You're going to pretend to be my girlfriend to part-time work today." He instructed suddenly, pausing my thoughts. "So call me Jimin, not 'Mr Park' ". he says, slowly slipping his hand into mine.

I was flabbergasted. Just what kind of 'punishment' is this?

"Let's go, Serin." He pulls me away, leading me gently on to a path. Although his hands were small, they felt like a man's, and that thought wasn't doing me any good at all.

After a few minutes of walking hand in hand, we arrive at a studio.

"This is...?" I turned to him, puzzled. He lets out a deep chuckle as he studies my expression, the sides of his eyes crinkling cutely.

"This is my workplace. I'm a part time model, Serin."

Part-time model? Everything seems to make sense at this moment. He owns a face fit for a Vogue magazine, accompanied by a strikingly hot body that could kill. I for one, was instantly pulled and eager to see his job scope when he wasn't just pointing equations at my face; so I naturally tightened my hand around his, which seem to startle him abit. A slight blush spreads across his cheeks as soon as I did that.

"Seems like you're already in the game." he smiles happily, satisfied by our skinship.

"Hello!" A lady suddenly greets us, wary of our held hands. "Jimin, is this your...?"

"My girlfriend." He boldly stated, and my heart skipped a beat. A tight feeling in my throat begins to form.

"I see! Well...today you'll be modelling with Calvin Klein. I'm glad to see that you've prepared well for this shoot." She sneaks a peek at me, her lips curving up into a grin.

Calvin Klein?...Isn't that an underwear company?

However, I didn't have time to ponder over the thoughts as Jimin was already preparing for his photoshoot as he changed in the fitting room. When he walked out, my jaws dropped to the floor— he adorned nothing but Calvin Klein boxers, wrapped tightly against his lower abdomen that was chiseled to the gods.

I watched as he leans back on the bed prop in front of the green screen, looking seductively at the camera while he combs his hair back. Occasionally he would lick his lips and change poses, and before I knew it— my eyes were fixated onto his strikingly hot body and expressions. Jimin seems to notice, and his lips immediately curved up into a smirk. Is this a punishment or a reward?

During the time I was salivating over him, the lady, who seemed to be his manager, brings up a ridiculous suggestion.

"Say," she prompts the photographer. "Why don't we make this a couple shoot?"

"Why not? The photos are getting repetitive." He agrees, staring down at me.

"It's settled then. We'll bring a brand new pair of female Calvin Kleins from the backroom." She states excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.

"W-wait, but—" I tried to resist, but Jimin's manager caught on, insisting me to do it.

"It'll be fun." She says.

And before I knew it, I was pulled to the fitting room to change into a pair of female underwear. Once I walked out, the makeup artist begun to apply makeup to my face.

"you know, Jimin never brought his previous girlfriends into work before. Not a single photoshoot. So when you came, I was surprised." the manager explains, trying her best to style my hair.

After I finished my makeup, I walked up to the photographer, feeling very conscious of my body. While I trudged across the room, I could feel an intense stare from the side of my vision, coming from Jimin's seductive eyes.

"Did you get her the good pair of Calvin's?" He tilts his head, checking me out. "My baby deserves the best."

"Yeah yeah." the lady rolls her eyes, sitting down at the other side of the studio and proceeded to watch us.

"Hey baby." Jimin greets me enthusiastically, tilting his head back."Come here." He taps on his lap.

"Are you crazy? I'm not sitting on your lap!" I whispered towards him.

"We're a couple. Don't be shy." He speaks out loudly, prompting me to do it. At that point, I didn't have a choice since the photographer was already looking impatient.

And so the shoot resumed. Jimin's hands slide sensually against my bare thighs as I held on to his biceps for support. He touches me with the tip of his cold fingers, which sent tingles down my back, melting my mind gratifyingly. His hands— which were all over my body, was sending shocks down my system with his intimate touches; like a boyfriend to a girlfriend.

And I didn't know when it begin when our bodies started binding together— our bare skin brushed across one another, like a drunkened night in the club. I felt embarrassed with the contact of our skin, but Jimin, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy it tremendously. He would sneak a peek down my body before looking up at my face , a tint of blush spreading across his cheeks.

The neon lights behind us shone brightly as we changed poses from time to time, his face inching closer and closer to mine to the point where I could feel his warm breath on my collarbone. He presses his lips against my neck, nibbling on it slightly as the shutters go off— he's giving me a hickey. The photographer didn't seem to mind, and was even delighted at the photos that came out. He continues to plant his lips everywhere on my skin, as if he's a predator to his prey, eating me up considerably. His kisses lead up and up, until...

He kisses me.

He morphs his lips lustfully against mine, kissing me like never before. I try to pull back— but an indescribable force pins me down onto him, and I'm unable to resist. I hated to admit, but Jimin was an excellent kisser. The way he kisses me emits shocks down my spine, and sends my mind to an enraptured madness. His kisses melts my mind to a whole other universe. And as the shutters continue to go off, he kisses me even more passionately.

"Alright, we're done." The photographer finishes the shoot eventually. Jimin pulls back from our kiss, his eyes staring deeply into mine like a connoisseur to his wine. It was inevitable at that point, but a strangely romantic tension was in the air as he held me in his arms.

"....you okay?" He asks in a soft voice, hugging me gently. I nodded.

The both of us then changed into our clothes, before heading out of the studio. Jimin naturally slides his hand into mine again, holding it tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The both of us turned back, meeting face to face with the Headmaster of our school.