Hey guys! I'm here with a new one-shot. I just wanted to say something really quick regarding the first (and this) one.

So I first started posting these on Wattpad, where I had an intro, long author's notes, etc. So when I came here, I deleted them, because I figured long author's notes aren't encouraged...anyways, the previous one-shot is based off of some KDrama I saw somewhere. I do not watch KDrama- I saw the show in passing, so sadly I have no idea what it's called. Please leave a review if you know!

Anyway, that's why some of you may have been confused and wondering why on EARTH Adrien would steal his mother-in-law's jewelry. Hope that explained it! (There may or may not be a second part.) (Thank you @small-myth for pointing this out!)

This one-shot is based off of the same KDrama as well. Enjoy!

ML

MARINETTE DECIDED THAT she hated everything about Christmas. Especially those stupid damn Santa hats.

"No! Ugh- cut...CUT!" she shouted at everyone on set. "You all look miserable! Lighten up!" The models were all suited up in Christmas themes clothes- hence the name of the segment, Christmas in July.

Christmas was supposed to be a joyful holiday, but the models looked plain pissed. Many of them were sweating bullets and glaring at the camera instead of smiling.

Her annoying co-worker and childhood enemy, Adrien, leaned in with a smirk. "My idea would've been better," he stated sassily.

Marinette turned around and glared at him. "Shut up," she hissed. God, she hated him! Ever since they were young, they were always at each other's throats. Now that they were older, his new goal was to try and get her fired.

He shrugged. "Just stating the truth." He leaned against the chair she was sitting on, so she shoved him off. He raised his arms in a surrendering position. "Geez, princess, no need to be so violent! We haven't even gone out on a date yet." Marinette growled and stormed away.

Alya—a reporter and a close friend of hers—shook her head when Marinette barged into the makeup room. She was helping Juleka, the makeup artist, apply makeup to one of the models that's sweat had washed off some of the makeup. "Trouble in paradise?" the brunette questioned with a smile.

Marinette snorted. "HA! Paradise, right. Quite the opposite, really." She picked up one of the makeup brushes and twirled it with her fingers, much to Juleka's dismay. "Do you happen to have any spare tickets out of Hell?"

Amused, Alya shook her head. "Nope, sorry. I used them all up when Lila decided to visit the set." Lila was part of the company and was always hitting on Adrien. Alya laughed when Marinette's lip curled at the mention of (one of) the Devil(s). "I know, girl, that was my reaction too."

Marinette sighed when she heard Adrien yell "CUT!" in the background. "Better get back to my job, Alya," she grumbled. "Don't want that idiot to steal it away from me." Alya saluted and went back to helping Juleka with the annoyed model's makeup.

Rushing back to set, she found that a few things had changed. First of all, the girls were out of their dresses and in some very revealing bathing suits. The boys had taken off their shirts and were in- were those fuzzy swim trunks?

She stomped over to a very smug looking son of a chienne. "ADRIEN!" she hollered. "What the MERDE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Adrien feigned an innocent look. "Oh, nothing. I just, you know, since your idea wasn't working, decided to go with...my idea." Marinette was pretty sure there was smoke coming from out of her ears.

"We. Are. Partners," she snapped with ferocity. "That means that we work together. And that we are supposed to agree on things before they actually happen. One of us just can't- can't decide to go with something because we want to!"

Adrien shrugged like he had no care in the world. "Well, the models seem to be enjoying themselves more." Marinette hated to admit it, but he was right. They were laughing and shooting each other with water guns (where the heck did Adrien get water guns?). "Plus, the world likes pretty people. Flashy skin. This'll be a hit." He strolled away to shout some commands at the models.

Marinette thought her day couldn't get any worse. But of course, she was wrong. Because Lila decided to make another appearance despite the fact that Alya had probably cursed her away earlier. "Oh, Adriennn!" she trilled. She strutted up to him with a fake-(gr)ass smile on her face and tapped his shoulder.

Adrien turned around. "Oh, hi Lila." Was it Marinette's imagination, or was there a tinge of bitterness in his voice? She decided to sit down in her (READ: Adrien's) chair and watch the show.

"Soo..." Lila bit her lip in a way that she probably thought was seductive, "Do you want to go get dinner after the shoot? I'm free until...tomorrow."

Much to Marinette's surprise, Adrien said smoothly, "Sorry, I have plans."

Lila didn't take hint. "Oh, okay. Tomorrow night, then?"

"Nope. Busy."

Lila's expression flickered a bit. "I know you want me, Agreste."

There was no show of emotion in Adrien's face. "Then you're sorely mistaken." He glanced at the models, who were now looking at them with curiosity. "I have to get back to work. Why don't you go ask Nathanaël out?"

Lila glanced at the smol tomato head in the corner of the room, who was shaking his head vigorously just a moment before. "But I wa-" Adrien was already back to work, talking to one of the head digital artists, Nino. Marinette could see that Nino held a tiny smirk on his face.

Lila spun around and started stomping away. Except she was wearing high heels, so the tip of one of them broke, and she fell on one of her knees. Standing up quickly, she glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. Sadly, only Marinette had. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Lila narrowed her eyes and walked up to her. "Listen," she seethed. "If you think you can get Adrien, you're wrong. He's never been in any type of relationship before, and you know what they say, they always pick the beautiful ones first."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "I don't want him- plus, no one says that. Even if that was true, he would never go for you. You're too self-centered."

Lila started to shake with fury. "Whatever," she said in an attempt at being dismissive. "You're much worse." Lila smirked when Marinette flinched a little. She started circling her like a shark. "Too...clingy. Not even average looking." She laughed menacingly. "In fact, you're uglier than this ugly looking cat I saw this morning. Gosh, it's hideous green eyes are still stuck in my head. And that black fur!" She made a face of disgust, then sighed. "But I guess looking ugly is just in a cat's nature. Just like it is for you." Giggling at Marinette's tense face, she walked away. However, she didn't notice Marinette's foot in the way. B*ITCH!" she screamed as she fell. She spat out the gum she was chewing on Marinette.

Adrien, who was talking to smol tomato about the backdrop design, suddenly appeared in front of her. "Do not call her that," he spat, eyes so sharp they could've cut her up. "Especially when you're the one who's the b*tch." Lila's eyes widened.

"But Adri-"

"Leave. Go. I don't want to see you on this set." Lila turned around, angry and embarrassed. She muttered something under her breath, glaring in Marinette's direction. Then she tripped once more on her unnecessarily high heels before blasting out of the room.

Marinette looked in her direction to make sure she was gone when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up into a pair of soft green eyes. "Come on, I'll help you get that gum out of your hair." He guided her away and out of the studio under many watchful eyes. Marinette was almost positive she saw Alya and Nino wink at her.

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Once the door closed behind them, Marinette immediately removed Adrien's hand. "What was that?" she asked in a way that wasn't harsh nor kind. "Why weren't you flirting with her? Why didn't you agree to go out with her? Why did you defend me? Why are you-" she breathed. "Why are you being so nice?"

Adrien pretended to ignore her by looking at the ground. "I know where there's some peanut butter-"

"I don't care about the gum in my hair, Agreste."

Adrien's gaze was still positioned on the ground. Marinette was about to walk away in frustration when he spoke. "Do you remember first grade?"

She blinked. "What?"

"First grade. You were the only person I knew. You let me borrow your crayons."

Marinette's mouth opened. "How do you re-"

His gaze snapped to hers. "I loved you, Marinette."