"Its our last day here, let's make it memorable", Jimin announced to the group.

"We have been partying continuously for two days", Yoongi sighed. "Let's do something else today. This partying shit doesn't entice me anymore. I am 28 for fucks sake. The grandpa in me cannot take the loud music"

"Don't you play loud music for a living?", Hoseok nudged from the side. "Yeah let me rephrase. I cannot take the loud pop music for fucks sake"

"Yoongi's right", Jin yawned. "Partying was fun when we were 18 and it was a novelty. Now it just bores me"

"How about we do a sit down dinner then?", Hoseok suggested. "Eugene, my chef and his team is skilled in private catering. They can whip us up a good 5 meal course. I'll call the decorators and have them set up the dining in the lawn. Nothing like a high society dinner with expensive wine, imported Wagyu, caviar and truffles"

"I like that", Namjoon nodded. "Elegant and prim just like my style. And Hoseok please don't invite your junkie friends. Cater to the theme and only ask people with education from top schools or legacy backgrounds to come. I am not dealing with no wannabe Kardashians wearing neon colored wigs and sound cloud rappers going around in streetwear"

"Noted", Hoseok nodded and stood up to get the arrangements done.

"YOU CANNOT DO THIS!", Alison suddenly yelled. "How can you just instantly set themes like this? What am I to wear!? I don't have anything formal like an evening dress"

"Just wear whatever", Chaerin nudged her. "You carried like ten dresses for a three day getaway. I am sure one of it could fit"

"Miss all of them are sexy fits. I am not wearing them. And I have to look the part. You know I don't step out unless I am looking 100% perfect. TAEHYUNG GET THE CAR OUT, YOU ARE TAKING ME SHOPPING"

"Why me?", the man scoffed.

"Question is why not? Did Dad not tell you to take care of me as an older brother when I was born?"

"I am sure by take care he didn't mean make sure Alison's wardrobe is on fleek all the time", Taehyung sassily shot back. "I am not taking you anywhere"

"You take me shopping or I tell mom who touched the painting she got delivered from Paris with Gochujang stained hands. You remember how seething mad she was. To this day she is trying to figure out which one of us it was. You know she'll cut you off the inheritance if she figures its you Tae", Alison slyly smirked.

"Alison, a suggestion. Why don't we change your name to Azula instead? You fit that character like a glove", Taehyung bitterly spewed.

"Too bad you are not cute like Zuko though, now get the car out we leave in 5 minutes. And you", she pulled Chaerin closed and spoke in her ears. "You better wash your hair for the event. Countries about to invade because of how much oil and grease there is"

Chaerin gasped, offended. "How dare you! Get out!", she hit the woman who dodged her best friend's attempt at hitting her and left behind her brother.

"We should get suits too", Yoongi said to Namjoon and Jin. "Jimin-ah, do you want to come?"

"Will you buy me a suit Hyung?", Jimin asked cutely. "I don't have money", he playfully lied.

"Don't you have a two hundred million dollar trust fund in your name?", Yoongi scoffed. "I have never seen cheaper trust fund babies in my life"

"Hyung you are one too", Hoseok laughed.

"Yeah but I am not cheap. Anyways, I'll get you one, lets go. Do you want to come Chaerin? We can take you to buy a dress if you need one. I know Jungkook carries a suit everywhere he goes, so he has it taken care of"

"No I am good, I have a dress, I'll wear it", Chaerin smiled. I mean I could come but I don't want to feel more poor in life by seeing you guys casually drop $10K on a suit while you are at it, she thought that to herself.

"All right then, see you guys in the evening"

Chaerin nodded and left to go to her room. Opening her suitcase, she removed a simple white dress. Putting it against her body in front of the mirror, she looked on.

"This should work. But everyone's going to look so nice and rich and then there's going to be me. Alison's probably dressing like she is Beyonce at the Grammy's night and she is being awarded best singer"

When it was time to get ready, she put on the dress with one of Alison's heels since they shared the same foot size. Putting on makeup, she curled her hair as they rested beautifully on her shoulders.

"Decent", she talked to herself.

Grabbing her clutch, she walked out of the room. Hearing the commotion in the hall, she strutted towards there. Hoseok and Jungkook were discussing something regarding the catering.

"Hyung, did you say you want me to put this on the table? The wine bottles are heavy—"

"Hi guys"

A loud noise of glass shattering. Chaerin and Jungkook gasped as they crashed onto one another. The bottle of wines fell from his hand as they met the floor. Thankfully he caught hold of Chaerin in time. But the duo sure couldn't save the dress which was now slathered from wine splashes.

"I am sorry", she immediately straightened herself. "I just turned around the corner and did not expect you"

"Are you okay?", Jungkook asked with concern.

"Oh shit! You guys? Are you all right Chaerin? Did you get hurt? Move away from there guys
there is a lot of glass shreds"

"You did not hurt yourself right?", Jungkook inspected her arms and legs. "No—no", she stuttered as he grabbed her arm and turned her around to check the back of her legs.

"Chaerin, do you have another dress?", Hoseok asked out of concern. "This dress is dripping wine"

"I don't actually", the woman awkwardly said.

"My ex used to have her whole wardrobe here. But when we broke up, I had everything thrown out", he bitterly recalled. "Too bad, should have saved one or two dressed they would be of use in a situation like this"

"Its fine, I'll go scavenge Alison's bag and get something. I am sure she must have a dress appropriate for the event"

———•••———

"Is this supposed to be a tank top?", Hoseok confusingly asked as Chaerin raised a bodycon dress with a neckline deeper than the Bermuda triangle and length shorter than her patience into the air.

"Nah its a dress", the woman scoffed. "What is this even supposed to cover"

"None of these will work frankly", Hoseok sympathetically spoke. "Trust me Namjoon is too strict on the whole formal thing. Its not like he can drive you out of the venue but he will for sure give you side eyes during the entire party"

"Nope", Jungkook stood up. "Come Chaerin, I will take you to get something. Its partly my fault we collided, I should get you a dress"

"I don't think there is a need. You don't have to. Hey Hoseok do you have like a sewing kit. Maybe if I sew two dresses, I could DIY myself a gown"

"Girl—", Hoseok raised his hand at Chaerin's questionable comment. "What is wrong with you? Jungkook, take my car and Chaerin you go with him"

"I—"

"Go!", Hoseok pushed her.

"Don't fight it", Jungkook insisted grabbing her hand. "Let's go". Chaerin had no choice as she was dragged along. She noticed Jungkook clasp her hand tightly as he took her along and involuntarily she let him lead her. An unexplainable zing spread through her body at the close proximity. You'd have to be a heck of a man to send Shin Chaerin's mind into a daze and Jungkook seemed to be checking those boxes.

———•••———

Should I show him my bank account which barely has a thousand bucks? She thought to herself as they sat in a premier boutique in LA. Does he not understand the concept of poverty? Why the heck does he think I can afford that dress which looks like it costs more than my parents's annual salaries combined.

Chaerin watched as Jungkook talked to an associate in a distance.

"Sir, I appreciate you coming to our boutique but we do consignment and custom orders only. If you want to order, we can get you any designer you want within a week. The dresses on display have already been pre booked by our clients. We do not serve walk ins"

"So you are telling me that you don't have even one dress in this store which is not ordered by anyone?", Jungkook scoffed.

"Sir like I mentioned we do consignment basis only—"

"Jungkook its all right", Chaerin stepped in. "I saw a mall nearby, they'll have dresses"

"Ma'am you are right. They do have a couple of commercial stores there which serve your taste", the associate politely spoke but Chaerin understood the meaning behind. It was supposed to be a jab at her not so rich self.

"You did not answer the question I asked before", Jungkook calmly spoke. "Do you or do you not have any dresses in the warehouse or at the back which no one has ordered? Because if you do and you are refusing to show them to us, you are discriminating. And I am sure that's illegal. So unless you want the store to have a formal legal inquiry, you should show us the dresses"

The associate kept a stone face. Unable to argue with Jungkook anymore, he clicked his finger and a woman walked ahead.

"Get N23, N37 and H29 out"

"Jungkook we don't have to do this", Chaerin whispered to him. "I don't want any trouble, let's just leave".

"Let me take care of it", he responded and it seemed to Chaerin that he wasn't going to budge. The woman left leaving the trio there. She returned back with another assistant holding the dresses.

"If you follow me", the associate bitterly spoke and the duo followed them to an exquisitely decorated area meant for trials.

"This one is a Christian Holmes dress. The color is fuchsia, its made of silk and satin, embedded with crystals. The embroidery is 18K gold threads"

"This one is again a Christian Holmes dress. The color is ivory and the material is silk. The lace work on it is hand done by 13 craftsmen and took 200 hours"

"The last one is a Hutch Henderson dress. Made in Paris. Color is jade green. The material is silk. The embroidery on this is again real 18K gold. Embellishments on it are gemstones imported from Sri Lanka"

"Which one do you like?", Jungkook asked Chaerin.

"Dude these have like real gold and gemstones and stuff", Chaerin lowly spoke only for him to hear. "Its crazy expensive"

"Which one do you like but?", he repeated.

"Jungkook—"

"Which one do you like?"

"I don't want any of these"

"Which one do you like Chaerin?"

Knowing she couldn't win him, she continued. "Which one is the cheapest?"

Jungkook turned to the associate. "Which one of these is the most expensive?"

Chaerin gasped and the associate raised an eyebrow. "That would be the Henderson. Priced at €20,000 or $23800"

"We will get that one"

"JUNGKOOK!", Chaerin yelled.

"WHAT!", the associated yelled, taken aback himself.

"Bill it right now", with that he opened his wallet and removed a black card as he placed it in the assistant's hand. "And we have an hour. So ask your seamstress to size it to her fit"

The assistant looked at the associate in confusion, not sure whether to proceed or not.

"Sir I don't think you heard me. It is a €20,000 dress. Are you sure?"

"DID I FUCKING STUTTER?", Jungkook yelled at him, annoyed with the disrespect and the man immediately backed off in fear. He motioned to his assistant who ran with the card to get it billed.

"Jungkook are you crazy? We are not getting this. Let's go. Please my organs won't even fetch $5000 on the black market. Heck my own farther wouldn't pay a penny more than a $1000 to get me back if I got kidnapped. Do you think I have what it takes to wear something so expensive?"

"You can take her for the fitting", the man completely ignored her as he pushed Chaerin towards the associate.

"Ma'am let's go"

"I—I—what is going on", she helplessly spoke as she was dragged. "Jungkook listen to me"

The man completely ignored her as he removed his AirPods and fit them into his ear before plopping down on the couch.

"God, its me again, what did I even do to you?", Chaerin spoke to herself whimpering. "How am I ever going to repay him €20,000 for a dress"

———•••———

"Where is Chaerin?", Alison impatiently asked as she got into the villa. She looked stunning in a silver dress that perfectly accentuated her figure. Much to Taehyung's dismay she also had her makeup and hair professionally done.

"Oh we had a little incident here", Hoseok began. "Jungkook and Chaerin crashed into one another and all the bottles in his hands crashed and stained—"

"CHAERIN IS HURT?", Alison yelled and Hoseok flinched, putting himself behind Taehyung. "I swear to god if anything happens to my Chae, I'll fuck you all up! Where is she? WHERE IS CHAERIN!", she yelled at Hoseok.

"Let him complete you little gangster", Taehyung scoffed as he put a finger on her forehead and pushed her away.

"She just went to buy a dress because her dress got hurt—I mean stained. NOT HURT", Hoseok quickly corrected. "She is not hurt. I repeat she is not hurt"

"Oh", Alison nonchalantly said. "Why didn't you say it before"

Hoseok immediately looked at Taehyung who himself had a what the fuck look.

"How did she go?"

"Jungkook took her to get a dress"

"Jungkook took her?", Alison repeated and Hoseok nodded. "Oh. Okay"

"Hobi Hyung you have better style sense why didn't you take her?", Taehyung turned to him.

"I had to take care of the catering and stuff here", the man replied. He was about to say something more but stopped. "Oh there she is", he smiled as he saw Jungkook. "Look your best friend's okay!"

All three of them were stunned as they watched Chaerin walk from behind Jungkook. Taehyung gaped with his mouth slightly apart. "Is that Chaerin?", Hoseok questioned. "I mean I have just known her five days now may be I got confused"

"That's not Chaerin", Alison refuted. "That has got to be an imposter. The Chaerin I have known 22 years would die than wear a €20,000 dress"