June 1, 2019

"WELCOME TO THE 2019 GRAND MASQUERADE BALL!"

The metal of everyone's rings clangs against each other as everyone clapped. Men, women, and children dressed in luxurious suits, dresses and various kinds of masks to flaunt their impeccable wealth that only the poor could dream off.

The live orchestra on the stage began playing as the conductor waves his stick in pure elegance, leading the musicians to set the right tempo of the instruments. Chittaphon, the conductor's name, waved his baton for the musicians to control the execution and pacing of the notes.

"Master Kim, your brother ordered you to come down. The guests are here." The servant dressed in a black suit and plain black leather mask bowed to address his superior.

"I will come whenever I want Haruki, tell my brother to stop ordering me when I'm clearly the one who's superior."

His tux was glamorous compared to other men's. It was like a canvas for an artist to draw. Butterflies, flowers, and a tradition Japanese woman was printed into the tux while colors of grey, red, yellow made the art flutter to elegance. His golden bow complemented the color of his hair. Expensive rings were in his fingers, but not to flaunt wealth, it was to represent each of his members. When he smiles, his plum lips curves so beautifully that even men fall for him. His luxury phantom metal Venetian masquerade mask didn't entirely covered his face. The golden substance swirls, creating magnificent patterns to display Seokjin's charming looks.

"Yes master."

Seokjin hid in the second floor that overlooked the hall of the ball, watching guests slowly entering the building full of excitement from the looks of their smiles.

'What a bunch of lowborns acting like they belong here,' he thought sourly.

"Did you really dismiss my order?" his brother's box smile made Seokjin snicker.

"Oh please. There's no need to rush, people will do anything to see me."

"Pft as if," Taehyung responded with another grin, "hurry up already."

Taehyung's neatly tailored striped trousers paired with a vintage red-black cashmere sweater was a perfect combination along with his sleek black bow tie. His left hand rises to his face for a moment, adjusting his vintage black and white mask that has a tear on the left side.

"I would say, brother, your suit is quite ravishing. The tailor really outdid himself with this work," the electric blue hair male commented as they sauntered down the stairs. His voice is deep, there's no in doubt in that, and when he spoke, every head in the room would turn. He has that rich, silky tone; he speaks with high authority, much similar to his brother Seokjin.

A group of novelties eyed the Kims. They could hardly contain their disdain towards the brothers and is giving their hardest to contain their obvious jealousy towards their power and wealth.

"What's going on Mingyu?" One of them asked.

"I got some tea to spill," a few men laughed at their companion's remarks. "There's some rumor going around that Kim Taehyung's sexuality might not be straight as it seems. Some say that he's gay or maybe he fucks his own mother. You never know what that lustful beast can do..."

The men gulped down their champagne, laughing at their new radical information that they could possibly release to the public to ruin the Kim's reputation.

One of the men looked up, body freezing in fear as the sight of Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung standing behind Mingyu with their arms crossed and eyebrows knitted.

Mingyu follows his companion's gazes and turned around. His face turned incredibly pale at the terrifying view.

'Oh shit.'

"Is that so?" Taehyung smirked. "Would you like me to join you in bed? Ladies scream, but men do scream louder."

Mingyu stood there in utter shock, his heart thumping fast while his male friends muttered no words. They stood there in fascination of Taehyung's sexuality.

Man, he can fuck me all he wants, one of them thought.

"What, too scared Mingyu boy?" Taehyung grabbed his shoulder suggestively, playing with the hem of his shirt to frolic with the man's feelings.

"Taehyung don't waste your breath on this imp."

Seokjin gave him the look and Taehyung snickers.

"You're on my list Mingyu, I would like to know how good you are," Taehyung winked.

"That's my brother for you. Sometimes I can't even comprehend if he is my brother, he's nothing compared to me," Seokjin laughs.

'That whole family is fucking crazy!' Mingyu let out a huge sigh, letting his palms rest on each side of his hips. He couldn't control the pace of his breathing nor the beats of his heart as he watched Taehyung's, as well as Seokjin's, masculine back shrink the farther they walked away.

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"Taehyung," Seokjin nudged his shoulder. "Girl, 4'o clock wearing an emerald mermaid dress. Isn't she your type?"

"Nah, I need some meat to slap."

"Pfft your standards are so low. If you're offered a woman, especially by me, you should be thankful and kissing my feet at the moment."

"Whatever you say, yet I've fucked more people than you."

"Yup, very low." Seokjin places his hands on his chest dramatically. "Unlike you, I choose to whom I fuck. I pick their bodies carefully and their mind more careful. I need a mind that's at least as good as mine so they could please me correctly. But no one's mind is as good as mine, that's why I hardly fuck anyone. As you can see, I'm an excellent judge of character."

"You're hopeless," Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"I am not! I am Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful human being in this planet, maybe the whole universe! This beauty is a god given gift that is meant to be silently admired as you look my majestic form and shape that only you could ever dream off! People like you and these filthy peasants should bow to my presence!" Seokjin spreads his arms in an augment gesture while the male in front of him could only respond with a bewilderment face.

"Yet you're the one that bowed to me that one night."

"Ya-yah, we don't speak of that night," Seokjin stuttered. "We do not speak 'Alabama', as the Americans call it, in this place."

"It was as a three-some. Get over yourself Seokjin. Admit it, you enjoyed it."

"As a man of honor, I wouldn't lie. That girl did know how to use her mouth and tongue well to my pleasure. You should call her more often," Seokjin praised, earning a nod of agreement from Taehyung who's actually considering his request.

A man listened idly behind Seokjin and Taehyung, listening to each word of their dialogue. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and vexed towards these two young males.

"Why are you guys even my brothers?!"

His golden suit embedded with golden ancient Chinese dragon drawings attracted many eyes from the crowd. Even though his antique Mardi Gras mask with rhinestones, macrame lace, and ribbon ties covered the top of his face, the glow of his eyes stood the most. His jade green eyes matched his settle seaweed green hair.

When he smiles, dimples appears on each side of his lower cheeks, but that only happens when he's amused.

He's not right now.

"Oh Namjoon!" Taehyung playfully clasped his hands together while pouting his lips.

"Don't even try to act innocent brother..." Seokjin sighed exaggeratedly. "Namjoon, where are the others?! Entering this party late, knowing that I'll be this year's host is utterly unacceptable and disrespectful. Namjoon? Hey. Are you even listening to your older brother?! Hey!"

Namjoon groans.

"Two are coming, but the rest aren't due to their personal matters."

"Hah," Taehyung chimes in. "How much do you wanna bet that one of 'em who's not coming is just sleeping his day off like the usual—"

"Can you remain professional Taehyung?! And dear god, those pests! They said they'll be coming and people are expecting them too! God my reputation— it'll be sinking because of those blockheads—" Seokjin rambled, continuing to raise his volume with each syllable he spat.

Namjoon raised his hands, "Seokjin calm—"

Seokjin storms off from the conversation leaving his two brothers in the crowd. He hissed malice words underneath his breath out of vexation and annoyance.

"Drama Queen," Taehyung sighs.

Namjoon nods. "And he does the crown justice."

Seokjin grabbed red wine from one of the servant's trays, indulging the drink with one gulp and taking another to ease his anger.

A girl dressed in an Elie Saab Haute Couture red evening gown walked in the room. The gown is made out of soft, satin fabric, loose in the bottom, but tight in the waist to show her elegant yet sexy figure. A clean cut ran through her left leg while her halter strap top reveals her collars bones, low enough to see the outline of her upper breasts.

"Yoonah," she motions for her friend to come for support, "these heels are a bit too high—"

The girl stumbles forward, stepping into a piece of the cloth of her dress, knocking Seokjin's drink into his exorbitant suit. That is the last string that kept him collective.

"You whore!!"

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A/N

This is my first ff so don't attack me lol

Here's a better visualization of the suits and dresses since I'm terrible at describing clothing

Seokjin: pride

Taehyung: lust

Namjoon: ???

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So what do you guys think about the story? Comments are appreciated so I can make this story better!