# Fantastic, unusual and enchanting

// Gangbuk-gu, Seoul; 23:46

"I hate you."

"Tell me something I don't know."

I just glare at him, wanting to smack the smirk off his pale face. It was Yoongi who picked out my outfit, the uncomfortable and revealing dress. He enjoys my misery. It is not hard to see, it's the quite opposite.

The lights from the grand entrance of the infamous bar keep blinding me. Colors of bright red, golden yellow and royal blue reflect the expensive-looking accessories we're all wearing.

Goosebumps are obvious on my fair skin, the moon making it clearer. The cold autumn wind makes me shiver, the long and elegant dress not providing me with enough warmth under this cold night sky.

The marble stairway up to the exquisite entry is only a couple of steps away, still enough to make my ankles hurt because of the polished black heels I was forced into wearing.

Two big and muscular men, assumingly security or something correlative, is standing tall on each side of the entrance. Namjoon pulls down the black mask he once had over his mouth, making eye contact with one of them. The said guy nods his head, signalizing for us to go inside right away.

Impressed, I look over at Jimin who is walking beside me. A smirk is visible only if you get close enough. The inside of the big building is no less ostentatious and extravagant than the exterior, the same lights shining just a tad less bright.

Music, almost making us go deaf, does not stop the attention from landing on us or more specifically; me. All three guys disappearing into the heavy air like they were never here in the first place.

I can feel sweat forming on my forehead already, but I quickly and discreetly wipe it away with my hand. With stares burning in my skin, I try to walk confidently over to the palatal bar on the other side of the ginormous hall. I mutter a low apology to every dancing and possibly drunk person I bump into, but they probably don't even hear me due to all the loud noises from both the crowd and the music. I still don't go unnoticed, whispers and gossiping haunting my already damaged ears.

One of the many bartenders comes over to me as I quietly sit down, politely asking if I would want something to drink. Ordering a couple of bloody bulldogs, consisting of gin, horseradish and balsamic vinegar, I look for my company of this undoubtedly interesting night.

As if on cue, a young man takes a seat beside me. "So you found me without any trouble?" I ask, purposely making my voice deeper to make it sound sexier and more alluring.

"It was not that hard, basically everyone is talking about this absolutely stunning woman in a gorgeous gown. Their gazes pointed this way, I easily figured it had to be you as I saw a bit of your dress outside."

I try to stop the shy side of myself shine through my put up dark exterior. The attention I was not expecting is surely making me uncomfortable, but I shake it off.

This is for my own safety, most likely the boys' as well...

His voice matches his face, not all that dark and mysterious. Still hot, enough to make me even more uneasy. The gracious features he oh-so-proudly wears is somewhat familiar, I have to stop myself from getting completely lost in thoughts of possibilities. This mission requires my full and utter focus.

"Well, tell me why you wanted to meet up with me so badly. I am very curious as to why such an alluring woman wants to meet up with me."

I am extremely sure I have seen those doe eyes before,

"Uh, see,"

damn you, just focus.

"I believe we have some unfinished business." I try sounding both courageous and seductive, contrasting reality.

Mark raises his left eyebrow, undoubtedly racing through the lane of memories he has stored in his head, trying to find something corresponding to my explanation. Perhaps my face as well.

As if a fired lightbulb appears over his head, he nods. Seemingly excited about something, he answers; "Ah, yes."

I try to act along, like the lie I just told is the truth. His reply is what makes me nervous; what unfinished business does he think about? I put up a small smile, hoping he can't see it is fake.

I secretly pull out the drugs from the tiny purse hanging from my left shoulder, Mark sitting on my right side. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I start some small talking about the city, business and all the different people at the club. I make sure his eyes are only on me and the sweaty humans we're shading on as I put the drugs in one of the drinks. Neither of us has taken a sip yet.

The almost sheer-white powder blends nicely in with the deep red colored drink, fairly close to invisible. I smirk to myself, but only for a short second to make it go unnoticed.

Everything's going after the plan, I'm delighted.

"By the way, what drink is this?" Mark picks up one of the cylinder formed glasses, weirdly enough the one closest to my side; without the drugs that make you fall into unconsciousness. He took me off-guard and he most likely knows that. I fail to hold my emotionless expression for only two seconds, but it's enough for him to take imaginary notes.

I take that back.

Putting up a fake grin yet again, I answer with a monotone voice, trying extremely hard to not freak out and quickly think of a rescue plan, "I believe it is called bloody bulldogs."

Mark takes a large sip of the drink, eyes squeezing shut because of the strong and burning liquid running down his throat. I only stare at my glass, which now is right in front of me, ready to drown me in darkness. "Are you not going to taste it? It's a fantastic drink, an unusual taste at that. The aftertaste is somewhat fancying me. Very enchanting."

Closing my eyes, I pick up the glass, placing the top of it in between my red-tinted lips. I let the 'fantastic, unusual and enchanting' liquid into my mouth, twirling it around with my tongue. It looks like I have accepted my defeat, without having to use any words.

A loud sound is heard as a body falls to the floor, even over the still loud and boisterous music flowing through the multiple stereos.

(EDITED)

A/N: sorry for the late update lol, but I'm lazy and don't really have any good excuses :) btw thanks for over 200 reads already!