(YN'S POV)

Today is your major break. Today is the day to prove yourself. You didn't move to big city for no reason right? You work as a journalist for a not very well known company. Your job today was to try and interview the big guys in the company. But not for gossip.

Money seems to follow the gossip but your company doesn't want to take part in the growing industry of fake news. You gasp when looking at the castle-like structure before you. It was unlike anything you've ever seen.

You look down on your outfit, suddenly feeling underdressed when seeing the spectacular gowns other women were wearing. This was the best outfit you had: An office kind of look.

Your camera clicked as you snapped pictures of the newly built casino. You knew this would be a good scoop. You could picture the headlines already: World's Largest Casino becomes most wanted luxury!

Glancing at your watch, you inhale a sharp breath.

Time to go in!

You grab your ticket and head inside.

Your mouth nearly hangs open as you marvel at the slight of the expensive looking interior. A grand hall, Red carpets, Marble columns. They even have a crystal chandelier!

Wow! You take more pictures with my camera.

"Alright! Our dearest guests with the gold tickets, would you please come this way?" A man on stage announces into the main microphone located at the front of a large stage. He clears his throat, "Group 1, go to the fountain by the entrance, your guide will be with you shortly." Trailing behind the horde of people, you decide to hermit by the fountain, keeping your distance from the until your guide arrives.

(Jungkook's POV)

"You bastard! You used me!" She screeches, hand making aggressive contact with my cheek causing a loud smack to sound throughout the room. The tears streaming down her plastic-stitched face was amusing; she was such a fake, it felt great to beat her at her own game.

A smirk tickles my lips. "Well, now that this is over, I'm off." She freezes, flabbergasted, her eyebrows creasing to create a frown as my frame wondered by the door. "Nice playing with you." I chime, slamming the door behind me on my way out.

That'll teach that bitch. Who the hell calls themselves my girlfriend, when they post photos of me showering on the internet? I hate clingy people.

Making my way to the Club Room, I grimace at the golden plaque hanging on the door.

VIPS Only

I heave a sigh, knocking on the door to which there is no response. Rolling my eyes, I swipe my card, entering by myself. "Hyungs!" I call, the faint scent of cigarettes and overwhelming odour of male pheromones enveloping me.

A cheer of victory roars from Jimin and Taehyung's mouths as they jump up and down in excitement, their cards now scattered on the floor.

"Yah! You guys were cheating from start! Give me that!" Jin accuses, trying to steal the handful of cash Jimin held tightly in his hands.

"Hyung leave it. Cheaters always lose in the end anyways." Yoongi mumbles, tugging on Jin's sleeve in a plea for the eldest to calm down. Jin shoots the two cheaters a final venomous look before taking a seat in the living room.

"Yeah. They're just complimenting us anyways. If they're cheating, it means they know we're good." Hoseok snickers, insulting Taehyung and Jimin.

"YAH!" Taehyung barks, chasing Hoseok around the room, parkouring over furniture skillfully and dodging any of the other members who stood in the way. Jin and Jimin remain by the table, bickering again over some mechanics of the game.

The whole room is in absolute chaos!

"YAHHHHHHH!!" I yell, all their attention suddenly turning to me. Clearing my throat awkwardly in the silent atmosphere, I rest my things on the leather couch in the living room.

"Our maknae has returned!" Jin sings obnoxiously, annoyance creeping up every inch of my nerves.

"Piss off." I grumble. "It's already bad enough you say that on broadcast." The patio door slides open revealing a rather frustrated looking Namjoon. He strides past without a word, the bold scent of cigarettes following him.

"Aish it's so messy..." Namjoon comments, observing the sink filled with dirty dishes. His brows furrow, a sigh escaping his lips as he begins to clean the mess. The rest of the boys gather in the living room, chatting quietly among themselves.

"So what happened?" Jimin asks me after a while.

"I dumped her." I answer simply, removing the jacket of my black suit, folding it neatly on the counter. My fingers fly to my white blazer, undoing the first few buttons, relief washing over me as my body began to relax.

"She was a wrench anyways." Jimin says taking a sip of his beer. The others nod in agreement.

"Ah, it's hot in here! I'm going out for fresh air." I announce, loosening the neck tie around my neck. I take off my neck tie and put on the table. As I near the door, Namjoon stops me.

"We have a performance tomorrow. Don't get drunk. We can't afford you to have a hangover." He stresses, voice firm and expression stoic.

"Fine." I grumble before leaving. Making my way to the bar,I decide to buy a bottle of wine before heading out to the grand balcony. "Live performance my ass. Aish..."

(YN'S POV)

Your group was currently stationed in front of the stairwell and your guide was discussing some of its historical value and other topics which you really couldn't care less about.

Your throat falls dry, voice scratchy as you ask questions. I'm so thirsty! You glance down the left hall and spot a water fountain. Yes! You try to sneak past past everyone quietly hoping they wouldn't notice you. You stagger to the water fountain, your heels making it difficult to be fast. Drinking some of the cool water, you smile.

Pivoting to face your group, your eyes fly open when you realize that your group is gone. "Shit." You curse, internally wanting to beat yourself with a baseball bat because of your stupidity. "They were just fucking there! How did I lose them?" You scramble, hand ruffling your hair in annoyance.

"WAH!!!!!!!!" You turn, a girl charging at you blindly, her figure colliding into yours, knocking you off balance and sweeping the air from your lungs as you fall the ground. A wet sensation trickling down your entire body, earning a shaky gasp from you in response as your whole outfit was now ruined, tainted red from the wine.

"That wasn't my fault." The girl says, still crying. "Here." She slaps a dollar into the palm of your hand, walking off afterwards.

You let out a low chuckle.

The wrench had been looking down on you.

Picking yourself from the ground, "urgh!" You fume, foot slamming into the ground angrily as your jaw tightened. Nothing more than drinking your frustrations away seemed pleasing, as you carried yourself to the bar. You grin, not caring for the disgusted looks strangers shot you, "Rich people are sickening."

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(Jungkook's POV)

From the distance, I observe a woman come out onto the balcony, cursing. I grimace, "Oh God. I'm out." Just as I'm about to leave, she yells at me forcing me to face her. "And you! What do you think you're looking at?" She slurs, pointing at me accusingly.

"Have you seen yourself?" I leer, a smirk painting my lips as she trots over, completely ignoring my comment. She stares at me, eyes narrow slits. I sigh, leaning against the railing. "If you're not going to say anything, then I'm going to leave. This is such a waste of time." I turn away from her, about to leave but she grabs hold of my wrist.

"That girl was so rude! Look what she did to my dress." She whines. I can't but laugh when examining her 'dress' with a large red stain.

Is that why she drank so much?

"Shh!" She puts her hand over my mouth, lips displaying a pout. "Stop laughing." She orders, my eyes wide open. Her dazzling orbs staring into mine intensely, then trailing to the wine bottle in my hands. "Give me that!" Before I can protest, she grabs the bottle and takes a swig, losing her balance briefly but managing to recover instantly.

She turns to me and giggles. "You... Have bunny teeth." Her soft giggles turns into a hysterical laugh, her figure bent down to try and catch her breath.

I sigh.

Bunny teeth? What the hell is she saying?

"Hey camera." I call, taking her a while to realizes I referring to her. She points to herself and raises an eyebrow. "Yes. You." I gesture to the spot beside me.

She settles by my side, confused. At that time I take back the bottle she stole and take a drink. "It's better to get drunk with another person anyways." I smile.

"You are a naughty bunny." She slurs.

"And you're a..." I pause mid-sentence, the sudden realization that I have no idea who she is, bringing me to reality. I panic, knowing I had interacted too much with this stranger to simply just let her go, not to mention this place is crawling with reporters. The Club Room!

"Come with me." I grab her by the wrist and drag her to the Club Room quietly. "What are you doing?" She questions, her doe-like gaze falling to my back.

"Shh. I'm taking you somewhere quieter." I whisper in her ear.

"I don't wanna!" She whines loudly earning a few stares from people. Of all times why now?

"You are not a baby, c'mon." I tighten my grasp on her wrist but she breaks loose from my grip.

"I'm not easy either!" She yells. I flinch, my eyes wide.

"Idiot!" I flick her forehead with my finger. "I never said you were easy," I pause for a moment, gaze softening her hand flies to the red mark growing on her forehead. "You're just a really big baby." I wrap my hand around her waist, this time without her protest, and bring her to the Club Room. Swinging the door wide open, I smirk, the empty room greeting us.

Hand slithering from her waist, I wander into the living room, tidying the empty beer bottles and food on the coffee table.

When returning to the master bedroom, "So what do you wanna..." I drag, a smile gracing my lips as I spare a glance at her curled up figure on the bed, shallow breaths releasing from her lips as her eyelashes casted shadows along her cheeks.

Heh.

"Goodnight." I hush, dimming the lights.