"Watch where you're going! You ruined my custom made suit, girl!"

Seokjin casted his golden eyes to the female in front of him. He clenches his teeth with so much pressure, his gums began to hurt all because of this young woman who crashed to him. Oh he isn't just frustrated, he's beyond that.

Everyone in the room looked at the turmoil with curious gazes, some even laughing and mocking Seokjin. The male looked around, gaze shaking from this negative attention. He inhaled a gash of wind, calming the anger bubbling at the pits of his stomach that's itching to burn itself out and lash at the female without mercy.

He forced a smile, grabbing a napkin from a nearby table to wipe his suit, but the stain of the red wine is impossible to take off no matter how much he tries to scrub it off.

"I'm so sorry, it was accident. I'm willing to pay for the cleaning!"

Seokjin shot her another menacing look, breaking the calm demeanor he tried so hard to have.

"Cleaning? CLEANING?! You know how expensive this suit is? It costs more than your whole entire existence you imbecile! I'm guessing that bumping to me is the only way for you to catch my attention, but you've gone too far girl. You might think I'll be your Prince Charming because of how gorgeous I am, but think twice."

'What have I gotten myself into,' she thought.

Yoonah, (Y/N)'s best friend, placed her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulder and whispered, "I'll handle this. Go walk around before everything gets out of control and I'll find you okay?"

(Y/N) nodded and thanked her best friend before exiting the chaotic scene.

I should have never came! (Y/N) thought, storming out of the hall and into a secluded area behind the building. She heaved a sigh, hoping that this night would be over. 'I should probably tell Yoonah that I'm leaving, I obviously don't belong here. So many people with expensive things and the only thing I have is my rusted earrings that I bought in a convenient store...'

'Well at least my bank balance is a constant reminder that I'm safe from identity theft.'

Every year, Yoonah is always invited to a ball yet is always hesitant to go because she had no escort nor a friend to be with. But this year, she had no choice to go; her father insisted her to enter the ball to meet with one of the Kims for a business proposition— as well as other things— so she begged (Y/N) to come with her.

It was hopeless to decline Yoonah; afterall, she basically feed, shelter, and give (Y/N) financial stability. Unlike (Y/N) who had to work for her own money, Yoonah is born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but together, they got rid of their social differences. They protected, saved, and guarded each other as if they were sisters by blood; and whenever one is not feeling good, just the thought of each other's name lightens their mood.

Yoonah, the helpful friend she is, provided (Y/N) a dress to wear to the ball that costed more than (Y/N)'s annual income.

And what did (Y/N) bring to the ball?

Her two dollar earrings, already rusting, that she got from a convenient store.

And her three dollar necklace, that she bargained from one of the old ladies in a swap meet.

(Y/N) looked at her reflection of the window, seeing how unfitted she looked within the exquisiteness of her red couture evening gown.

It didn't feel right wearing this.

She doesn't belong in this type of social gathering.

But she pushed the thought back, thinking positively that this dress and being here is an opportunity to see the life she could have if she worked hard enough.

She rushes back inside, but she forgot the path where she originally came from.

'Shit, where do I go again?'

Devious from the attention she's gathering from the cold stares of women and the lusting stares of men, (Y/N) pursued to explore the halls that seemed like there was no end to it.

She opened a door, hoping that it would be an entrance to another hallway leading to the main ballroom where she left Yoonah, but it's a dead end.

Instead...

(Y/N) sees a man standing in front of a large window, overlooking the full moon of the night. The moonlight bounces off the man's electric blue hair, almost blinding the girl's eyesight... well not literally.

"You're late—" as he turned around, he expected to see another woman but only saw (Y/N). "Mmm, another lovely lady to replace the late one, nice."

"I-I'm sorry if I disturbed you."

Taehyung approached the lost female with a calm stride while (Y/N) gives him an unsure stare as he boldly progressed towards her. Signaling that she'll be on her way by bowing her head, a pair of hands suddenly snaked it's way around her waist, forcefully twirling her to face his curious form. Taehyung had the need to satisfy his inquisitiveness; he wanted to know what this girl looks like underneath her golden mask.

Is she pretty? Or is she ugly? Perhaps it's a mix of the two.

But those didn't matter.

Her (e/c) devilish eyes and red plumped lips that perfectly complimented her dress was enough to entrance Taehyung.

As (Y/N) remained in a state of panic, her body couldn't help but to react to his touch as it tingled wherever he stroked her, and this stupid-easily-persuaded heart of her's thumped erratically the moment he gripped her waist tighter. She could feel his breath touching the tip of her nose. The intensity in his blue eyes, which are touched by storm clouds, and now embraced with the wind, made her feel things she shouldn't.

The emotions in his eyes are fathoms deep, yet they carried warmth, life, and most important of all, perhaps the sole reason he can't stop touching women: lust. Those thousand hues of blue and a small touch of grey are enough to trap anyone who lies their own sight in them.

He felt electricity bolting through his veins the moment he progressively leans his lips closer to her's, taking that as a sign to continue his actions, but to (Y/N), these electricities snapped her back to reality. Without a single thought, she pushed Taehyung off her with so much force, he stumbled back a couple of  steps.

He looked rather confuse, even hurt actually. The male never encountered rejection before.

"What's the matter darling? Didn't you come here because you saw me enter this room? Or did you stop because I told you I had another lady in waiting?" His sweet undertone gave (Y/N) another wave of chills running down her spine.

"No— no, I just came here by accident, I was trying to find my way back."

"Back to where?" Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, smirking at the girl's sudden movements. "Back to my heart?"

"Don't flatter yourself honey, I don't even know you."

"Honey?" His lips pointed on one end to another, grinning, from receiving that sweet nickname. "Well my name is Kim Taehyung."

"Well Kim Taehyung, I don't need whatever you're offering. I'm simply here to find my friend," (Y/N) irritatingly retorted, earning a surprised and amused laugh from Taehyung. "Please keep your hands, feet, and everything of you to yourself. Be appropriate."

"Trust me little lady, you may seem like lollipops and rainbows, but I bet behind closed doors you're latex and whips."

"And I'll try to keep my hands to myself," he added.

Taehyung confused (Y/N).

One moment he's a playful teen and the next moment his aura transfers to a smokey slash hungry-biting man who's looking for a good time.

Soon enough, Taehyung and (Y/N) heard the creaking of the door opening.

"Taehyung-ah," a woman dressed in a peach body-con dress that reached up above her knees, wearing a plain white mask called out his name.

"Oh dear, seems like our little chat is over, my original girl is here," Taehyung booped (Y/N)'s nose, leaving her expressionless.

"You're late my ray of sunshine, some girls tried to swoon me, but I only have my eyes on you. Let's go?"

Before Taehyung left with the girl, (Y/N) felt a sting on her lower behind as the boy swiftly smacked it.

'Did he just slap my butt??'

"I said I'll try to not touch you," Taehyung smirked. "Didn't say I wouldn't darling."

The girl in the peach dress scoffs. "Oppa, you should stop teasing the girl. Not only she looks out of place, she looks incredibly baffled too. Poor thing must've entered the wrong party," she purrs in a syrupy tone, clinging to his arm while (Y/N) gave them a dumbfounded glare. The couple excused themselves, running down the hall with exuberant energy before (Y/N) could have the chance to throw some hands.

"Out of place?" (Y/N) smiled smugly. "I could get in your level, but I don't like being on my knees as much as you do."

'Today is really not my day huh...' she continued looking for the individual in her mind.

"Let's see... I've met a Narcissistic Prince, and a manwhore. What's with this party? No wonder Yoonah, doesn't attend it often." (Y/N) talked to herself as she continued nearing the corner of the next turn. "I hope I don't meet another one, I'm already mentally and physically drained."

(Y/N)'s stomach growled and she squirmed at her spot, trying to silence the rumbling. (Y/N) pulled out her phone from her purse, seeing that it was already 10:00 pm, already 2 hours in from her last meal.

'I'm already hungry.'

The girl glanced at the last strawberry cake on the desserts table. Just looking at it made her mouth drip with saliva. The cake is a triumph of sugar and flour, towering with a single red strawberry on top and white buttercream that brings its celebratory color and freshness.

Her feet slowly made its way towards the table, her eyes glued to the beauty of the cake.

"STEP AWAY FROM THE CAKE!" A voice shouted from the behind, earning a hungry growl from the female. A male with hazelnut hair ran all the way from across the room to (Y/N)'s current spot, tugging in the plate where the cake lies into. He clenches into his bunny teeth, his eyes intensely glaring at the girl. "THAT CAKE'S MINEEEEEE!!!!"

(Y/N) jerked up her head, her head shaking in disapproval.

"NOT TODAY SATAN!"

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Here's the cake~

—France💛💛