"Can't you see?!" Sharp but the heaviest voice she had ever heard, made her turn around to look at the man after stumbling for some quick seconds. He had spoken so loudly that the people near them had to stop and analyse the situation.

"Excuse me? It wasn't wholly me, it was your fault as well. I'm sorry for my fault here but that isn't the way you'll behave." Inaya retaliated at the unknown man who seemed to be dressed too eloquently for his rude behaviour. Namjoon, on the other hand, was bowing to the people on the airport who had gathered but soon enough started walking away.

"Look how these people, who don't realise who I am, spit rubbish." He flicked his hair that were bugging his eye, while speaking to no one in particular, probably the two who were dressed like bodyguards. "Listen here, Miss, this," He pointed at his clothes, his fingers directing up and down, "is something worth you won't even wanna know. And you!" He shouted again. "Just spilled a whole ass bottle of water over it!"

"That-" The rudeness of the man had made her speechless, and also the fact that it was just water. "That will dry off, Sir. And stop acting like an asshole!" She crossed her arms over her chest, looking directly in his eyes, which were at a taller level than her but her heels helped her match the level.

"You," He pointed at himself, "called me an asshole? Me? The most demanded fashion designer- The Kim Taehyung? Watch your tongue before you talk to me." Taehyung visibly looked irritated at the use of the word.

"I don't give a damn who you are, a fashion whatever, that is not the fucking way you'll talk to me! And for you to know, I can easily afford your worth." She scoffed, once again thinking of all the money she made along with her family's reputation still being among the top people in the country.

"As if you've-" Before Taehyung can complete his sentence, one of his bodyguard's interrupted him, murmuring something in his ear. He glared at Inaya, mumbling an evil I'll deal with you later and walked away.

"Afrai-" Namjoon wrapped his palm around her mouth and dragged her out of the scene, spotting the car that was supposed to pick them up in the process and immediately pulled her in with himself.

"What has gotten into you? Why are you fighting?" He hissed in pain, looking at the Royal driver who gave them odd looks but bowed nonetheless.

"Why are you blaming me?" She looked astonished, her palms pushing in her chest as she pointed herself. "That-"

"Okay stop! To the hotel and you'll stay quiet throughout the ride. That," He raised his hands in the air in an alarming manner, "is my order." Huffing out a huge amount of air, he turned forward realising that he was sitting facing her.

And the drive started, along with it Inaya's eyes moved as she kept on cursing Taehyung in her mind.

--×--

The first thing that they were supposed to do after reaching Busan was to get Inaya's dress fitted, which had somehow become loose to her.

The midnight blue dress that Jungkook had chosen for her, through a video call as he was already in Busan when she had gone out for shopping alone. The very midnight blue dress that caused a glimmer to rise in Jungkook's eyes as he had murmured something which she couldn't decipher, but she was sure it was some irrelevant thought.

The very midnight blue dress, that had kissed her body perfectly at the time of buying but now was causing a hectic for her. She sighed once more as she stood in the boutique along with Namjoon flattering over her.

"If your boyfriend was here, he'd die because of all this beauty," He sung cheekily and that almost made her blush but the girl fitting the dress pulled a string so forcefully that Inaya almost cursed, whispering a small please be gentle.

"He was the one who chose i-"

"He did?" Namjoon questioned, fixing his tie professionally, giving a last glance to himself and turning back around to look at her. She nodded painfully, letting the pain that was being caused by the velvet strings and the pressure applied by them cloud over her face.

"Done!" The boutique girl clapped her hands, looking satisfied with her work.
"And, ma'am, you look beautiful!" She emphasized at the word, before walking away.

"Good enough?" Inaya asked Namjoon, who gave her a thumbs up and stood beside her, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"You're just wearing the dress at the moment, imagine how you'd look when you'll be dressing with all the accessories!" He held her shoulders, and a smile automatically darted about her lips. "Anyway, you have to change quickly, we still have to meet The Jeon family at five, it's three already!" She nodded at him immediately, calling back the girl to help her come out of the dress.

--×--

Her staying in Busan would be so invigorating and dramatic, she never thought so. She met with a crowd of people rushing from one side of the visible area to the other, the bungalow stretching over to the horizon.

The preparations seemed to be almost done but there were several people in official clothes who were shouting at workers every now and then, how the flowers were not placed perfectly, how the details were yet to be checked and the event was tomorrow.

Namjoon, being the destructive self he was, tripped over a vase, breaking it into pieces and was soon served by some another person glaring and shouting at him. But Inaya didn't stop, she walked further along the stoney pathway, admiring the magnificent view infront of her.

This, was what she'd exactly call a Royal house, perfect and exquisite, as one may want it to be. She didn't notice where she was walking and bumped into someone for the second time that day.

"I'm so sorry!" They both chimed together, as the person turned around immediately holding her hand to balance her. She bowed several times, so did the other one.

"Oh god! Sir, are you alright?" She heard a feminine voice which was quite familiar, and instantly turned to look at her.

Once again, she was astonished to see someone so familiar stand in front of her.

"Inaya?! What are you doing over here?!" Even though that astonishment had caused happiness to flood over her, the look on her sister's face made it all so despondent.

"Olivia? I, I was supposed to be here for some wor-"

"No, no, no, you should not be here. Go away. I mean, it's so busy in here at the moment. Come some other tim-" Olivia continued to blabber as she tried pulling her sister away from the house, but got stopped by her boss.

"That's not the way, Olivia." He said and she quickly raised her hand in objection, but, nonetheless, got ignored.

"Nice to meet you, Olivia's sister. I'm Jung Hoseok, the manager of this event and as you heard her boss." His introduction was followed by his hand ascending towards Inaya and she took it.

"Inaya, nice to meet you too." She smiled at him, then turned to look at her sister questionably. "Why are you behaving so weird?"

Before Olivia could start Namjoon came running to them and grabbed Inaya's shoulders, as he breathed heavily. "It's five. Run, we have to meet them now!" And now that they were already heading towards the mansion, Olivia couldn't help but pray, for her sister.

Once they entered the huge hall, the amount of people reduced and they could already spot Mrs. Jeon pointing out and talking to someone. Several people bowed in their direction once they started walking towards her.

"Ah! Inaya! Such a pleasant surprise. I was waiting for your arrival. I hope you had no problem reaching here?" Mrs. Jeon extended forward to give her a quick hug and she complied.

"No, ma'am. I hope we aren't late for the tea?" Inaya smiled at her, awkward with her dressing as she noticed how everyone was dressed so formally in there.

"Oh no, not at all. Anyway," Inaya noticed her eyes shift to someone behind them as she signalled the person to come near them, "I got a surprise for you!" She said to the person behind them as Inaya turned around to look at the new arrival.

"Inaya, dear, meet my son, Jeon Jungkook."

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A/n

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