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Scene: 33

A love too loud

Settings: LA penthouse

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For two days Hobi and Ahri got to know each other's lives on an intimate level. They talked about their future dreams and aspirations over a candlelit dinner of succulent chicken stews and various salads and hot veggies that Ahri prepared for them in the opulent penthouse.

Every morning Hobi would wake her up with a mug of her favorite flavored Brazilian coffee with a honey-coated croissant, cheese, and mixed berry jam. They both prepared a brunch in the sunlit kitchen, overlooking the panoramic skyline.

They would go together and work out, not that they both are so invested in gyms; Hobi told her he gets his workouts through rigorous dancing and energetic performances on stage.

Their affection grew every moment, and Ahri knew that this superstar was her future. Sori texts her several times before she goes to bed, wanting to know how she enjoyed the time with Hobi and warning her not to make her an aunt and give their parents grandkids too soon, because she still wants to be the only one spoiled in their household.

Ahri would simply shake her head at Sori's lack of filters. Sori was so excited when Ahri let her speak to Hobi. They were laughing loudly as Sori told him in order for her to spill some secrets of her big sister, and she knows he is dying to know about her life as a portrait whisperer in Harvard.

She even told Hobi that she would love to shake hands with the maknae line of Bangtan because the hyungs are too intimidating. Hobi promised to let her meet Bangtan after their discharge from the military.

Ahri and Hobi also spent time on the rooftop pool alone, over glasses of expensive champagne and sweet and savory treats. They would just lie and soak in the LA sun on the rooftop.

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Scene: 34

PR and PDA: The Battle begins

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Meanwhile, Hobi's PR was informed that he was spending time with his "secret girlfriend." And by noon on the fourth day, a package had arrived for Hobi while they were enjoying cuddling in the TV lounge. They'd enjoyed some sweet donuts from a renowned confectionary shop. The penthouse cupboards/fridge were filled with lovely snacks and fruit treats. Ahri knew she would be a little heavier when she went.

"Is everything okay?" she asked when he plopped down on the black leather sofa next to her and showed her the document.

'A nondisclosure agreement from your PR agency," Ahri strangled it out with raised eyes.

"I hate that they wanted to force you into signing something like this. "I love you, Ahri, and I don't want them to impose ridiculous rules on you," he said, his teeth clenched.

She just smiles softly and links her arms with his. Her eyes looked at his agitated face. "Baby, I love you too, but I understand these types of NDA. My mom is an attorney, and she knows it is to protect all parties involved. You are a celebrity with a very high-profile image. You have almost 3 million ARMYs in your fandom. You are part of the world's most popular, most celebrated, and most loved global bands. Of course your PR agency will see you dating as 'dangerous, especially now during your solo projects. Image is everything in your world.' She caressed his hair that fell over his eyes.

He looked at her with a light in his eye. "Ahri...I love you so much. But some of the clauses are totally ridiculous and disrespectful. I'm going to see the PR manager tomorrow. I'm too mad right now. I'll talk to Bang PD tonight via FaceTime."

His eyes darted to the document in her hand.

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Scene: 35

PR and PDA: The Battle begins

Settings:Penthouse

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Ahri's eyes scan over the highly polished legal document, which is tainted with just the right legal terms and vocabulary. Ahris possesses a highly developed analytical mind and critical skills. She understood the document, and she can read through every legal nuance about how the agency wants to protect their golden artist.

Ahri nodded. "It's a standard NDA. I understood every clause and T&Cs. No problem. If it protects you, I'll sigh, but on my terms, too."

Hobi raised his eyes. "Is there a loophole around those? Ahri, it's plainly insulting."

Ahri smirks as she opens the first page. "Okay, let's go through it together.

1. No disclosure of relationship details—So I will not be allowed to share anything about the nature, timeline, or emotional details of our relationship publicly or privately without written permission."

Hobi grimaces, "As if I'm going to tell the whole world about us. I'm not stupid."

Ahri chuckled softly, "Number 2: No sharing of private media. So I'm not allowed to post photos, videos, or voice recordings—including selfies, texts, or FaceTimes. They can be posted, shared, or saved to the cloud. As if. My Instagram primarily features art, flowers, and food. Number 3: no public statements or social media posts. So I must not post, blog, or hint about our relationship online. Tweets, cryptic captions, or inside jokes that fans might pick up and blow out of proportion. "

Hobi snorts. "Good luck with that! Army knows everything. Our fandom is not stupid. They are not 15-year-olds; some are CEOs and professional people."

Ahris's eyes widen. "Indeed, no cryptic tweet will be too difficult to decipher. Number 4. No sharing of inside knowledge—so I'm prohibited from sharing your private schedule, music, bandmates, or management, not even what we've discussed during dinner. Hmm, interesting. Nr 5—No discussing the artist's inner circle."

Hobi grinned. "Strangely, Hybe alone discloses my schedule. So, do you know how you came to have my schedule? You didn't even meet any staff members personally..."

Ahri laughs softly. "Are they aware that I met your main bodyguard, Mr. Lee, as well as one of your managers, Mr. Hobeom?"

Hobi smirked as he read the number 6. "This is interesting...the behavioral clause. You don't have any clubbing photos, and you don't get into public fights or arguments that could hurt my brand image. Oh my goodness! What the hell! This process is infuriating. Nr. 7 Pre-approval of clothing in public: They will decide what you should wear in public if you want to attend events with me to match my image."

Ahri burst out of laughter. "Do they expect me to wear those strange, buggy clothes when we attend sports events like your NBA games or a feminine version of Louis Vuitton clothing? I'm not a trend follower, Hobi; I set trends. I'm not into the club scene, and I have too much class to fight in public," she said with a haughty air, which made Hobi chuckle as he pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her flushed cheek.

Hobi chuckled softly. "You do. But that is so controlling. Look at nr. 8: They will do thorough background checks. They've already done that. They even know about your Korean heritage, as well as the careers of your grandparents and cousins."

Ahris's eyes widen. "Oh goodness! Nr 9: no pregnancy without consultancy...What!"

Hobi's eyes furrowed, but when he read it, Ahri could see how furious he became; he even jumped up. "THAT IS UTTERLY OFFENSIVE! We must notify them if you want to become pregnant or if you accidentally become pregnant. They want to know the timeline so that they can be sure about the paternity clause."

Ahri sighed. "Nr 10 says if we separate, then this NDA will stay in effect for 5 years. I am not allowed to discuss our relationship. Your agency is adamant about protecting you."

Hobi wasn't impressed when he read four others that made his blood boil. His fingers flashed through the pages as his agitation grew. He was pacing up and down.

"Here's one that states that you need to go under an emotional and psychological screening. It resembles a clause related to mental health. What a ridiculous requirement! Are they serious? They are actually conducting a mental screening. The pregnancy clause is laughable! Do they think you're applying for the president of Korea or my girlfriend?"

Ahri chuckles. "They think I might be pulling a mental card on you and causing you stress. "They even state that if paparazzi takes pictures of us, they will decide which pictures must be published."

Hobi inhaled deeply as he looked at her thoughtful expression. "What are you thinking? I don't think it's appropriate for you to sign this NDA. I wouldn't allow you to be disrespected like this. My word, they even state a force deny clause: if Paps or media asked you about us, you deny knowing me personally. You are a very intelligent individual who doesn't need to bend to these rules. I'm going to kill Mr... This is not okay, Ahri. You are not a stalker or cloud chaser. You are you...my future."

Ahri bit her lip as a wide smile entered her lips. "Don't worry about that one...I've always denied knowing or dating you, so next time someone corners me again, I'll just say, Who?" Please do not concern yourself with that matter. I have consistently denied any knowledge of or relationship with you, so the next time someone questions me, I will simply respond, 'Who? Jung Ho... who?' However, they will certainly realize that I was aware of you all along when they see me at the Seoul shows, where we sat together with your parents and the band."

Hobi smiles, "Oh, I'm planning a huge reveal. Even their five-year breakup clause seems unreasonable. They believe I'll leave you, and you'll pen a detailed account of our relationship. So they must just strengthen their hearts, and ARMY will support us. They don't expect us to be Tibetan monks for life. I want kids and you as my wife, Ahri. I envision a future where we travel together and support each other's careers indefinitely."

Ahri raised an eyebrow. "They mustn't give me ideas. The book idea sounds tempting: Chapter 1: How Korea's Dance King Eats French Fries with a Fork. Hmm. Do you think I can reach the New York bestsellers list?"

Hobi laughs softly, "No, we're not doing this. I'm tearing this ridiculous, insulting NDA up. If they want to sue...they can sue me. I didn't sell my soul to the agency when I signed a contract pre-debut. Ahri, you are not a liability that they think they can manage. You, baby, are the best thing that has happened in my darn lonely years. Someone who loves me for me."

Ahri looked down and sighed softly. "Darling, what if it ruins your rep or your image?"

Hobi looked at her with resolve. "Then let it. I'll rebuild, but I'm not going to let fear silence my love for you. The price of losing you is too high."

Ahri jumped up, clapped her hands, and took the document from him with a wide smile. Baby, I want you to relax. Go and order us lovely burgers and a huge bottle of Sprite or iced coffee. I have work to do. Did they send a digital copy of this document to you also?"

Hobi furrowed his brows and nodded. "Yes...this is your copy."

Ahri smiled, her eyes sparkling with light, while Hobi observed her cheerful demeanor with a hint of skepticism. "What are you planning? You are not thinking of signing this document. They want to control us, Ahri."

Ahri smirked and bit her lip. "Babe... I'm going to play their game. I'm not one to let anyone dictate to me, especially outside forces in this relationship. Relax, and I'll take control. Please send the document to my email. I brought my tablet."

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Scene :36

Dance King and Legal Queen

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She stood in front of him, pulled him to the huge open windows, and snaked her arm around him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Hobi smiled as he looked down on her serene face. "Sweetheart...what are you planning?"

She turns and looks up into his amused eyes, which flicker with a little confusion. "Well, I'm going to give them exactly what they want, and tomorrow you'll hand it over. So, I'll be a little busy. Therefore, you can order dinner for us and take some time to relax while I act as my own legal representative.

Hobi's eyes widen, but Ahri just pulls his head down and gives him a soft, passionate kiss that leaves him dazed. She gave him a wink and walked with swinging hips to the bedroom. She knows he was still watching her transfer, and she turned and blew him a sexy kiss.

Hobi quickly grabbed his phone and sent the document to her email address. Then he placed an order for designer burgers, iced coffees, and a bottle of Sprite for later, Hobi' favorite drink, which she learned to love.

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Meanwhile, Hobi was in a heated discussion over FaceTime with his PR team. The head executive looked a little nervous as he saw the dark emotions on Hobi's face. Three people were on FaceTime: Mr. Cameron, Madeline, and Mr. Eli. Hobi was seated in his leather office chair.

Hobi waved the document in front of him. "Could someone please explain why the person I care about is being treated as if she's a threat to national security?"

Mr. Cameron looked a little stunned at his outburst. They are used to seeing the sunny side of Hobi, not the furious, judgmental, and professional side of him.

"Mr. Jung...it's standard protocol when dating a non-celeb. Especially pro scandal. Wanted to prepare for future risks."

Hobi smirks mockingly, "Oh yeah, because loving someone is so dangerous. Gosh! Heaven forbid I date someone—a non-celeb who actually loves ME and not my stage persona."

Madeline sighed, "We were only thinking of your career—"

Hobi quickly interjects, "Oh, you mean the control you have over idols' love lives? Just look at the 'No Public Affection' clause and the 'Deny the Relationship' line. Do you really think I'm going to look my girl in the eye and pretend she doesn't exist?"

There was silence behind the screen.

Hobi pressed his lips together and forcefully closed the document. My girl is not some idol trainee that you can bully. She's smarter than all of us; she's sassier than Yoongi on a bad day. She is the only woman who has made me forget my fame. So you can either respect her—or this PR team ceases to exist."

The faces on the screen froze. Their company can't lose such a valuable client. Image is everything, and if a Bangtan member leaves their portfolio clientele, they will be blacklisted as unprofessional.

Mr. Eli narrowed his eyes. "Are you willing to risk your image for her?"

Hobi's eyes were serious. "No, I'm willing to risk your version of my image. The most important thing here is my happiness. She makes me smile. She's genuine, and she's too introverted to be a clout chaser. She hates people invading her personal space. I'll protect her from this mad world. I'm done hiding. So deal with it.

Mr. Cameron wanted to interject, "Mr. Jung...you can come in with your managers, and we can review and change some clauses that suit your situation.

Madelein smiled comfortingly. "Hoseok, we don't want to control your relationship. We just want to take precautions in case the relationship doesn't work out."

Hobi nodded. "I'm the only one who gets to decide that. If she has signed the NDA, I will email it to you. My girl is discreetly hanging out with me in my penthouse in Los Angeles, as you already know. Don't worry. I'm leaving for Seoul in a day or two...don't choke yet, Mr. Eli. She's not traveling with me. I'll take my leave first."

Hobi sighed as he closed the laptop. He heard his printer sound as a few papers were printed. He took it, scanned it, and burst out in fits of laughter...

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While she was busy crossing her legs on the soft bed, she started to type her own version of the NDA...because she's not just signing anything without a loud clapback.

She smirked as she retyped and edited the whole document a remix NDA . Her fingers flowed over her keys as she typed with vigor and a thoughtful expression, while she heard Hobi in the shower of the bedroom next to hers.

'Confidential Non-Disclosure Agreement

Between: Hybe Corp and Affiliated Artist (Jung Hoseok, aka J-Hope, and Kang Ahri)

The sole purpose of those agreements is to safeguard the private life, reputation, and professional integrity of the involved artist. The undersigned agrees to the following terms:

Ahris's remix version:

Celebrity Dating Contract—Remix Edition

By: A stressed-out girlfriend who isn't here to entertain all your drama-nonsense.

Jung Hoseok, a superstar and member of Bangtan, also known as the group of chaos, has reached an agreement with his girlfriend, K.A. (I want my name to be private in your documents due to Hybe Corp's known mysterious leaks of celebrities profiles.)

1. I solemnly promise not to leak, but you promise not to gaslight.

I'll promise to keep your secrets if your company keeps me, as K.A., from being vilified by antis and tabloids. I want mutual protection, babe.

2. Public displays of affection (PDA) are great, but I also value my expensive lip gloss.

You may kiss me in public, but if my lipstick is smeared and I look worse than 'IT the clown' in paparazzi photos, you owe me a Dior cosmetics restock.

3. I will not discuss group chat tea.

Yes, I've found out from a certain maknae (whether silver or golden) where all Bangtan's secret group tattoos are located, and no, I will under no circumstances tweet it, unless my privacy is violated. Fair square.

4.Approval of Photo Clause.

If your PR dares to post a bad angle of my face, I reserve the right to post your baby-face trainee pics and those passport and ID photos on all my social media accounts under an alias, of course.

5. Pregnancy Clause Rewrite

If I get pregnant preferable after marriage, because I'm in no celebrity baby mama drama, you better plan a cute announcement and not act like I've committed a federal offense. Additionally, I require a substantial budget for diapers, and I apologize, but that responsibility falls on you.

6. Emotional Stability Clause (for you)

I'll take a wellness mental health test if Hobi takes one too. Especially after every performance and future comeback. You all have seen how near to death he was and how he stress-eats McFeasts.

7. If I'm getting to lie, I'll be creative.

'Who's Hobi? I only know 'that guy who emotionally ruined me at Lollapalooza.' (I wasn't there, but the YouTube videos did it for me.)

8. You try me, and I'll publish my memoir.

I can speak to portraits, so all your baby, school, trainee, and high school pics will give me all your secrets, which only you and your eomma know. I've already got a tentative title: How to date a superstar without losing your sanity or smudging your mascara.'

9. The real termination clause.

If it ends 'friendly''...'. In the event of a mutually amicable conclusion, I will retain all diamonds gifts and hoodies, receive complimentary merch for life, and gain access to an exclusive playlist of every new album. Additionally, Bangtan will provide complimentary VIP concert tickets for as long as they continue to perform, even if they grow old or reach sixty. See this arrangement as a dating prenup.

10. Post-breakup clause.

If I'm going to be forced not to say anything for 5 years about dating a superstar. I also include a 'being extra petty clause.' Hobi is prohibited from dating or marrying anyone during those same 5 years. After 5 years we are both free to reveal intimate details of our relationship and date freely. I will name-drop Hobi's name if I need a favor from a higher-up. BTS names are a powerful marketing tools. There will be no legal disputes.

11. Social media engagement

I promise not to personally post pics of Hobi and me during private events. However, I do not restrict my ARMY friends from sharing pictures of Hobi and me or Bangtan memes during their private events. I own every Pic taken during my relationship and will sell it to the highest bidder after 5 years. My silence can be bought in gold bars.

12. Breach of contract

This goes for both of us. If Hobi or his agency breaches it...I'll countersue. Civil penalties, injunctions, or financial penalties will apply to both of us. The reason for this is that I am being made an unwilling celebrity for life. I have lost personal freedom and have been forced to upgrade my PJs due to paparazzi stealing pictures of me.

Sign below if you are emotionally prepared.

K. A.: not your average NDA girl.

Date: Who cares?!

Ahri smirked, sent it to Wifi print, and Hobi brought it in from his small office with the widest smile as he read through it. He fell on her bed in fits of laughter. His girlfriend exhibits an extraordinary level of pettiness.

She winks at him and pouts, "No, it's your move... superstar."

'Oh my gosh! You're killing it, girl. I think they'll flip when I send this to them. I just talked to the PR manager, and believe me, he was speechless, but this remix NDA will. sent their whole office into a meltdown."

Ahri grinned, leaped out of bed, and then jumped onto Hobi's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Well, babe... I'm not your average girl. I lived 27 years with a ruthless attorney who never lost a case..." She giggled as she kissed him on the cheek. "Come, let's go eat our dinner... I heard that the food was delivered a while ago."

Hobi just shook his head and carried her back to the dining room, where their hot takeout was waiting.

Ahri took a big bite from her Cajun burger. "So how did your PR react to the original NDA?"

Hobi took a sip from his Sprite." I was a little furious, but they're in a corner, and I already know they'll need medical attention when they read your revised NDA. You missed your calling. You should've been a lawyer."

Ahri just smirk. Mona will definitely knows she just gone crazy!

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A/N: The remix NDA

Thank you so much for all your support. Mona has won her 7th award.

1. What are your take on this chapter?

2. Which clause infuriated you?

3. Which remix version of Ahri did you like best?

4. How do you think will PR react to the latest version?

5. What do you think of Ahris ' persona here?

6. Do you think the NDA was unreasonable?

7. Do you think Hobi handle his PR well?