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As you slip your shirt on over your head, you hear a knock on your open door. "You need something miss Y/n?" Qimir asks when he appears in your doorway, hands in his pockets and posture straight.

You look back at him and scoff, "Qimir, you ate me out and fucked me in the car like two days ago. I think we're long past formalities now." You jokingly roll your eyes with a ghost of a smile painted on your lips as you pick up your coat from the bed.

He bites back the smirk threatening to form on his face as he shrugs. "I'm just being professional. This is still my job." You drop your coat and saunter over to him with a teasing grin.

"Yeah well, you can be less professional every now and then. Especially when we're at home...alone. Together." You place your hands on his chest, playing with the lapels of his suit jacket.

He looks up at the ceiling as he takes a deep inhale, his eyes closing and his jaw clenched as he forces himself to hold back from touching you. You take the opportunity to kiss his exposed neck, smiling when you hear his breath get caught in his throat. He can practically feel his wall of composure begin to crack with your lips on his neck.

"You asked me what I needed..." he nods once, ready to listen. "What I need is for you to kiss me Qimir." You glance up at him through your lashes and you can see the gears turning in his head, the hesitation when he stares back. You move your hands up to hold his face and you repeat yourself. "Kiss me."

His protective wall finally breaks and he gives in to you, kissing you deep and passionately. His large hands cup your face while he devours your mouth. He steps forward and you step back. One of his hands holds the back of your head as he backs you against the wall so you don't hit it.

Your fingers grip his hair and you let out a whiny sigh when his mouth lowers to your neck. "Like this?" He asks, his voice deep and husky in your ear. You nod before gripping his collar to pull him back in again. "What else do you need?"

You know what he's hinting at. And as much as you're dying to have him inside you again, you have too much you need to do today. One of the many pleasures of being a celebrity.

"I need you to take me to the store so I can get more birth control later." He nods as he continues kissing your neck. You move your head to the side to give him more access as you continue to talk. "We also need to go grocery shopping but first I have- fuck- I have to go to Vanity Fair for an interview."

You pull his head away when he nips the skin of your neck. "Which means I can't have any scars visible."

He looks at his work on your neck and shrugs, "it shouldn't be." You shake your head with a smile before kissing him and walking away so you can finish getting ready.

"It better not. My makeup team should be arriving soon to get me ready and I don't need them questioning me about any hickies you left." You hear him chuckle behind you as he heads for the door.

He looks back at you one last time with admiration before leaving to get everything you'll need for the day ready.

When your makeup team arrives, you usher them to your vanity. "Hi, Qimir," Ava, your hairdresser, says with a flirty smile, "lovely to see you again." She gives him a wink and he clears his throat awkwardly.

"Ava," he nods with a tight lipped smile. He meets your eyes in the mirror as you watch the interaction unfold with an unreadable expression. The uncertainty of what you're thinking makes him anxious. He swallows nervously before leaving to stand outside the door.

About 2 hours later, Qimir hears you call his name. You turn around, now fully glammed up for your interview as your makeup team cleans up their supplies. "Well? What do you think?"

His eyes soften and a smile forms on his lips. "You look beautiful...Ms Y/n." He adds quickly. Your team gathers all of their belongings and you walk them to the front door, thanking them for their amazing help.

"Bye Qimir, until next time." Ava blows him a kiss before walking out the front door. After everyone leaves, you clode the door and turn to him with a mischievous smirk. "Y'know, Ava has had her eyes on you for quite some time now."

He lets out a humorless chuckle, "I noticed."

"Maybe you should go out with her."

He scoffs, "pass. I have my eyes on someone else."

You raise your brows in feigned innocence. "Oh? And who might that be?"

He shakes his head with a smile before grasping your waist. You hear him mutter something along the lines of "as if you don't know," before kissing you.

"Shall we go now?" You nod and move to the side so he can open the door for you.

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Your interview for Vanity Fair was a lie detector test with two of your costars, the Aniseya twins. To say you were nervous while you got hooked up to the equipment would be an understatement.

Thankfully the questions they throw are generic for the most part. That is until they ask the last question. "It's well known in the media that you have been single for a good while now..." Osha starts and you're dreading where this is going.

"Yes I have." You say anxiously.

"But that doesn't mean you can't have crushes. Do you have your eyes on anyone right now?"

You let out a choked laugh out of instinct and your eyes wander around the room. They skim the crew behind the camera before landing on Qimir who's watching intently with his arms crossed.

You turn back to the twins to answer "Yes." Your eyes flicker back to Qimir who's wearing a very faint smirk only you would recognize. The twins glance at the woman with the computer beside you as they wait for her to speak.

"That is true." She confirms, making the twins immediately more intrigued.

"Could this little crush possibly turn into something more in the future?" Mae asks this time.

You hesitate, sucking in your lips before blowing out a puff of air with shrug. "Only time will tell. We'll just have to see." You glance at Qimir once more to see his gaze has darkened. You don't recognize that look, but somehow it makes him even more attractive and you feel that familiar pool start to form between your thighs.

After the interview wraps up, both twins appear by each side of you. Mae speaks first, "So you're seriously not gonna tell us who this mysterious bachelor–"

"–Or bachelorette–" Osha interrupts.

"–Is?"

You roll your eyes with a smile as you shake your head. "Sorry girls, I gotta keep some secrets."

"But you tell us everything!" Osha complains.

"Exactly!" You chuckle. "Anyway I gotta go, I have errands to run." You hug them both, ignoring their protests and promising to grab lunch sometime soon before joining Qimir to walk to the car.

When you're settled in the backseat, Qimir adjusts the mirror and you catch the glint in his eyes when he looks at you. "What?"

"So...who's this mysterious person you have your eyes on?"

You scoff and let go of your seatbelt, letting it hit the door as you lean forward to turn his face towards you. "As if you don't know." You repeat his words from earlier before kissing him silly.

During the drive to the store, you change into more casual clothing that makes you stand out less in public. The warm feeling between your legs after the kiss still lingers so you distract yourself by doing what you do best, talking.

"I can't believe I didn't realize I was low on birth control. Y'know I would've asked Amy to get it but she told me her knee has been hurting and I didn't want to overwork her. She's such a great assistant and I don't wanna be one of those bitchy bosses who doesn't take their employees' health seriously. Plus I figured we already needed to go to the store anyway for groceries so I might as well get it myself." You ramble to Qimir on the drive to the store. You glance over to see him solely focused on the road.

You lean forward to rest your elbows on the center console. "Are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening baby." He repeats what you just told him and smiles. But you don't smile because he was listening, you smile because of the nickname slip up.

"I like it when you call me that. Baby." You clarify.

He looks at you over his shoulder with a smirk when he reaches a stop light. "Yeah?" You nod and he leans in closer. "You like that baby?" You let out a giddy noise and meet him half way when he leans in for a kiss.

In the parking lot, you look at the different color hats you brought with you. Qimir opens your door and you hold up the remaining two candidates. "Which one looks better with my shirt?" You switch between the hats, holding them up to your head so he can see.

He grabs the one in your right hand. "This one," he answers before placing it on your head. You giggle and adjust it before leaning your face up, a silent request for a kiss, which he gives you– a bit awkward with the hat but he manages. You put on your sunglasses and grab your purse before getting out of the car.

Qimir trails behind you as he scans the area, making sure there's no paparazzi lingering anywhere. Thankfully it's not very busy when you enter the store since it's the middle of the week and most people are at work or school.

You walk to the back towards the pharmacy to pick up your birth control while Qimir stands guard, unaware of someone watching from behind one of the aisle shelves.

After getting your pills, you place them in your bag and start walking through the aisles. "Do we need any more tea?" You ask Qimir when you reach the tea and coffee section. Normally Qimir is the one to make your midnight tea so only he would know.

"I think we have two packets left." He reaches behind you on the top shelf to grab the box the two of you like before placing it in the cart. He smirks down at you when he notices you staring at his bicep. "What?"

"Nothing." You lie, refusing to tell him how much you want to bite and cling onto his bicep like a koala. His hand twitches to reach for your face to kiss you before remembering that you're in public and he's your bodyguard. Instead, he clears his throat and gestures for you to keep shopping.

Slowly, your cart gets filled with more and more items— soy milk, eggs, and chicken for him. Pocky, Hello Panda, some fruit, and a shit ton of snacks and candy for you. He raises a brow at you as you place a box of small chip variations in the cart.

“What?” You ask with a hint of defense in your tone when you see him eye your collection of candy. “You know I like to keep sweet treats on set. It keeps my energy up.” You're not a big fan of what they usually have at craft service so you always prefer to bring your own snacks instead, especially a variety for your sweet tooth.

"Yeah but…that's a lot." He tries to put at least one item back but you're quick to stop him.

"Who's the one paying again?" He lets out a low gruff noise of irritation.

"Just because you're a health nut, that doesn't mean I have to be." You shrug, ignoring his judgmental eye roll. "Besides, you act like you won't be eating some when I offer on set anyway."

You grab a few more things that your chef asked you to buy for dinner and a bouquet of get well soon flowers for Amy before checking out. You try to grab the bags from the cart to put in the trunk before Qimir takes them from you and does it himself. You raise a brow at him and he just shrugs before ushering you into the car.

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The next few weeks fly by as usual– going to set, coming home, an occasional interview, lunch with friends. And if you're lucky with just enough energy, having sex with your super hot bodyguard.

You've been so busy that you haven't even thought about the state of your relationship or even putting labels on it. That is until your lie detector test interview gets posted.

You were still asleep when Vanity Fair posted your interview with the Aniseya twins, still exhausted from what Qimir did to you the night before. You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing against your night stand.

You groggily turn over, Qimir's heavy arm still wrapped around you as he sleeps, to grab your phone. You blink your eyes a few times to adjust only to find your lockscreen covered in a bunch of notifications.

The first one your eyes land on is a text from your costar, Yord Fandar.

Yord: so we're together now huh 😏

Your brows furrow as you read the text. "What the hell?" You whisper to yourself. Just as you're about to type a response, you get another notification of someone mentioning you on Twitter.

"Y/N L/N AND YORD FANDAR ARE POSSIBLY TOGETHER?!?!"

Your eyes widen and you quickly open the notification only to find even more similar to it on your timeline. "No no no! Shit shit shit!" You sit up from the bed in distress, waking up Qimir who instantly sits up worriedly.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks as he puts his hand on your shoulder. You hold up a finger as you finish reading a thread. You take a deep inhale as you lock your phone, trying your best not to scream.

"Someone saw us when I bought birth control a few weeks ago and my vanity fair interview was posted so now people are 'connecting the dots' and think I'm in a secret relationship."

Qimir's brows furrow as he processes this information. "Wha- with who?"

You suck in your lips and close your eyes, only opening them to look at him. "Yord Fandar." You wince at the way his eyes widen and his nostrils flare.

"Yord?!" Qimir never liked Yord, even before he caught feelings for you. He was so arrogant, which isn't surprising considering his background— a typical rich kid who went to a boarding school and used his parents' money to make his way up in the industry. He had no idea what it's like to have to build himself from the bottom up. Not like you do.

He was everything Qimir hated. And the fact that there's rumors that he's dating you just makes his blood boil.

"That explains his text." You sigh, making Qimir's ears perk up.

"What text?" You unlock your phone and show him the message. His nostrils flare, "that fucking gago. Papatayin ko siya" (I'm gonna kill him) he mutters under his breath through gritted teeth. He lets out a frustrated huff of air before handing back your phone. "What are you gonna do?"

"Things are too hectic right now. I have to go to work anyway, I'll worry about it later." You give him a quick morning kiss before throwing the blanket off your naked body to get ready.

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"Well if it isn't my apparent girlfriend!" Yord greets with a smug look when you arrive for rehearsal.

You roll your eyes and smack his arm away when he tries to put it around your shoulder. "Shut up Yord. Rumors are rumors, you and I both know nothing will ever happen between us."

"We'll see." He smirks before glancing behind you to Qimir who is clearly unpleased by your costar's advances. "Qimir," he nods his head in greeting.

"Yord." He replies plainly in that extra gruff voice of his. He crosses his arms and straightens his posture to appear more intimidating. He follows behind you when you head towards your trailer.

"I fucking hate that guy." Qimir groans when he shuts your trailer door behind him.

"I can tell. You have wrinkles on your forehead." You giggle as you attempt to smooth out his forehead. His eyes deadpan down at you but you don't miss the way they soften as he watches you in front of him. You then place your thumbs on each side of his mouth before lifting them up to make him smile.

He snickers before taking your hands away to place them on his neck so he can grab your waist. "I can't help it. I'm protective of you, in more ways than one." You smile up at him before kissing him. "You're mine," he whispers before deepening the kiss.

You pull away with a raised brow, "yours huh?"

"Yes, mine." You bite back the urge to tease him about it, the desire to tell him that you're technically not even official. Instead, you step back so you can look over your script one more time before rehearsal.

When you get back home, you're finally able to check your phone only to see thousands of more mentions of the rumor between you and Yord. Tabloids have come out and people are taking that as confirmation. You decide enough is enough and it's time you make an announcement on your Instagram story.

"Hey everyone! I've seen the rumors and I just wanted to come out and say that they are not true! I am still very much single. Anyways, I hope that clears things up. Love you all <3

- Y/n

You put your phone on the nightstand and lay back on the bed with a tired sigh. You lift your head when you hear a knock on your open door. You make a grabby hands motion and Qimir is quick to get in bed with you.

"I'm so tired," you groan as you snuggle into him.

"Yeah?" He coos as he kisses your head and you nod against his chest. He kisses your forehead, your cheek, and finally your lips. "I saw your story. Single huh?" His mouth travels down your neck and you squeeze his hair as you lean your head to the side to make more space for him.

"Well you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend so yeah I technically am single." You let out a small squeal when he nips your neck.

"Fine." He pulls away to look down at you. His eyes travel all over your face, admiring you first. "Y/n, can I be your boyfriend?"

You smile so wide it meets your eyes and you cup his cheeks. "Yes."

Qimir's smile matches yours and he leans down to kiss you again. He holds your head delicately as he explores your mouth for the first time as someone other than your bodyguard.

You pull away to catch your breath, unable to stop smiling. "So what do I call you now? Bodyguard or boyfriend?"

His gaze darkens as he leans down to whisper in your ear, "both." He nibbles on your earlobe before continuing his assault on your neck. "Now let me fuck you as your boyfriend."

"Yes please." Suddenly, you're not so tired anymore.

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