When I arrived home, my mother immediately spoke to me.

"Sulna? Have you heard from your appa about the party invitation?" Eomma asked.

"No? What party?"I shook my head.

"It's your appa's business partner's. It's Mr Yoo's annual dinner party, inviting his business partners and their sons and daughter."

Oh, so it was one of those 'rich-people's-son-and-daughter-get-to-know-each-other-and-maybe-get-married-to-secure-their-father/mother's-business-relationship' party?

I nodded, "I remember attending last year. When is it this time?"

"It is in a week's time on Saturday evening." My eomma answered.

I nodded again, "Do you know who else will be going?"

"No, but I can get your appa to send you a guest list since he is the co-organiser."

"Thank you eomma." I then went upstairs. I heard my eomma speaking to someone on the phone, and soon I received an email.

I got my macbook and clicked open the attachment in the email. The document opened to reveal a full list of names, presumably the guests that are invited.

I scrolled through them to find my name just under my appa's. I continued, and one caught my eyes.

"Park Hyori?" I whispered to myself in surprise. I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed to her.

Her voice came through the phone, "Sulna? Why are you calling me?"

"Are you going to the dinner party on Saturday?' I asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I'm going as well!"

"Really!? Yay!"

I continued scrolling down, and to my surprise, I counted seven familiar names.

"Hey, Park Hyori, do you know who else is coming?" I said.

"No, who?"

"Your jagiya." I answered.

"Yoongi-oppa is also going!? Ah, I need to wear a nice dress!"

"And the rest of BTS are also invited." I said.

"Really? Whah I'm so glad there are so many people we know going! It won't be where us two just awkwardly stand there while some other rich kids tries to chat us up!"

We chatted for a bit about the party and what we were going to wear to it, then we hung up.

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The next day, as we were sitting down about to eat our food, an annoying fly flew in.

"Ha, guess who was invited to Yoo Jung Ho's dinner party?" Bora said to her minion, loud enough so that almost everyone around her could hear.

"Wait, don't tell me you did!?" Guk Yunseo, Bora's minion in my class, said. I narrowed my eyes as I saw Yunseo, suspecting her to be the one that had been helping Bora's antics on me.

Bora nodded. Yunseo's jaw dropped, "Really!? To the party of Yoo Jung Ho, as in the person who owns the biggest jewelry company in Korea!?"

Bora laughed, "It's nothing, really. He is like a brother to my dad and an uncle to me."

Damn, was she invited as well? I must have missed her name when I was reading the guests list.

With a flick of her hair, Bora joined the table of her minions who were all eagerly waiting to 'serve' her.

"Isn't that the one we are going to?" Jungkookie asked.

"Yea, it is." Suga said.

"Actually, both me and Sulna are invited too!" Hyori said excitedly.

Suga raised his eyebrows, "Ah, Jinja? That's good."

"Sulna-ya, are you going to wear a dress?" Taehyung asked.

"No, I'm gonna wear t-shirt and ripped jeans." I said with a straight face.

He tilted his head in confusion, "But I thought...."

I laughed at his confused face, "I'm joking! Of course I will be wearing a dress." I hit him lightly on the arm through my laughter.

"Oh," He chuckled as well and ran a hand through his soft brown hair after realizing.

"Do you want to go together?" Rapmon asked us.

"That sounds like a good idea. Do you want us to pick you up on the way?" Suga asked looking at me and Hyori.

Hyori looked at me and I nodded.

"Yea, sure." She said happily.

"It's decided then." Suga gave her a swaggy smile.

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The day of the dinner party soon arrived. I stood in front of my full length mirror looking at my attire.

I had on a dress that reached my ankles. The top half of the dress was white and very well tailored, while the bottom half was black and it it was close-fitting. In my hand was a black clutch bag with white rims, on my feet were black high heels with the heels being gold, and I also had a pair of diamond earrings on. My long black hair was now in an elegant undo.

The doorbell was rang. Soon after, my maid knocked on my door, "Miss Sulna, your friend has come to get you."

With one last look in the mirror to check my makeup, I descended to the ground floor of my house.

I saw that eomma was sat chatting with Taehyung and Hoseok-oppa.

Eomma smiled brightly as she saw me, "Ah, our pretty Sulna! Don't you look lovely! Taehyung-ssi, Hosoek-ssi, don't you think so?"

Taehyung, who sat on the sofa opposite to eomma's, nodded, "Yes, she does, Mrs Baek." Hoseok nodded with a grin as well.

"Well, you three better get going!" Eomma said. Just before I followed the two out of the door that my maid was holding open, eomma added on, "Have fun!"

"I will!" I said to her and turned to go. Out side was white limo waiting. V opened the car door for me. I thanked him and stepped into its gorgeous interior, and taking a seat on an empty sofa.

"Sulna! Nice dress!" Hyori, who sat on the opposite sofa of the limo along with Suga and Rapmon, said.

"Thanks! Yours too." Her emerald-coloured satin dress really suited her.

Taehyung and Hosoek got in and sat beside me. We the door was shut, the limo started moving.

"Where is Jimin-oppa, and Jungkook-oppa?" I asked.

"They are at the location already."Taehyung answered.

"Yea, the party is happening in Mr Park's hotel," Suga said, "So Jimin went ahead with Jungkook to there."

"Mr Park's hotel? As in the one that we had a meal in?" I asked.

BTS nodded. "I didn't realize it was that one." I said.

The rest of the journey consisted of laugh and chatter. We soon arrived in front of the familiar hotel.

A staff opened the limo's door and we all stepped out. As soon as did, flashes went off. There was a crowd of reporters at either side of the hotel door, taking pictures. Although this is a private party,it is one of the most prestigious, and only the richest in the country can attend it, so naturally the media would report about it.

The hotel staff led us through a few doors, into a grand room where a chandelier hung brilliantly from the high ceiling. We checked in with some staff and walked into the room.

"You guys are here!" Jimin came walking to us along with Jungkook.

When V and Jungkook saw each other, they immediately were about to do a handshake routine.

https://youtu.be/DjWrgqtjc7Y

But just as they started, Rapmon stopped them, "V, Jungkook, not here."

They seemed to now remember that they were in one of the most prominent gathering in Korea, and they awkwardly straightened up.

"Jimin, who have we got here?" A male's voice said.

"Abeoji, these two are in my year," Jimin replied, "Baek Sulna, and Park Hyori."

"Are you Mr Baek Woo-jin's daughter? It's an uncommon surname." Mr Park asked. I nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Park Sung-ho, Jimin's father." He offered his hand, to which I took and we shook hands. He then greeted Hyori too. "Mr Yoo will be making a speech in a while, so please enjoy some cocktail from over the bar there." He left to greet other people who were coming in.

We walked over to the bar in which the bartender asked, "What would you like to drink, mr and miss?"

"I'll have a martini please." Rapmon said. The rest of the members also said some weird names that I did't have a clue what drinks it meant.

"Sulna-ya, what do you want?" V asked me.

"Um... I don't really know.." I said trailing off.

"Well, I think you should go for the margarita. It's nice, trust me." He smiled.

"Okay, can I get a margarita please." I saw to the bartender.

"Of course, right away miss." He started pouring and juggling liquids.

Soon we all got our drinks, and we dispersed to socialize, as we are supposed to do in the cocktail hour. I was walking around with Taehyung and Jimin when I saw my appa.

"Appa!" I said loud enough for him to hear.

He turned his head to my way and a smile appeared on him face, "Sulna!"

I hurried to meet him and gave him a hug.

He looked at the two boys beside me, "Are these your friends?"

"Yes, this is Kim Taehyung, and this is Park Jimin. And this is my appa, Baek Woo-jin" I introduced.

"Annyeong-hasimnikka." They both greeted my appa politely.

"Nice to meet you. I do believe I have worked with both your father before." My appa patted them both on the arm.

Soon my appa was called away to greet some other business person, so we are left alone again. but as I turned around, I suddenly walked into a person, which caused some of my drink to spill.

"Omo I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" The girl, who looked about my age, said.

"No, no, no, it's fine. I was't looking either." I said as I inspected the little patches of wetness on my dress.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked.

"Yea..I just need to go clean this up. I'll be right back!" I said and hurried to the bathroom.

I scrubbed it a bit with water and dried it as much as I could with paper towels. Luckily, no mark was left behind. I quickly fixed a bit of my make up as well and walked back out to find Taehyung and Jimin, but my trip was not a smooth one.

"Baek Sulna, is that you?"

I looked at the girl who said that and almost groaned out loud when I realized who it was. The one and only, Shin Bora.

"Yes, that is me, Bora-ssi." I said.

"Why are YOU here?" She asked with a doubtful look.

"Why do you mean? Because I was invited to the party maybe?" I said making it sound like the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wait, you were invited? How? This party is only for rich people, not scholarship girls like you!" She sneered.

I just shook my head and sighed as I was overwhelmed by her stupidness.

"Sulna-ya, are you alright there?" Taehyung came walking into the corridor we were alone in. He paused as he realized Bora was there, "Hello...."

Bora huffed when she saw Taehyung, "So that's how!" And she strode away, not before whispering just for me to hear as she walked pass me, "You freaking slut."

Taehung came up to me. "I came to see how you were since you were taking quite a while, but what was that?" Taehyung asked as he stared after Bora, who soon disappeared from our sights.

"You know, it's just the usual Bora. I think she thinks that I am only invited to this party because I am sticking up to you guys or something." I said.

"Well, thats not true. So don't take it to your heart." He puffed his cheeks, "Actually, don't take anything she says to your heart. She just wants to insult you, probably because she is jealous! But nothing she says is true!"

I could't help but to smile, "Thanks. But why would she be jealous of me? She has the face, the body, the popularity..."

"Don't put yourself down because of her! She is jealous because you are close with me!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Y-Yea... Actually... remember how I like... threatened her..." He stroked the back of his neck.

"Yes?"

"It was actually her who started the conversation... She came to me and... tried to get me to.... with her."

"What with her?.... oh no, are you serious?" I widened my eyes. I knew Bora was not a nun but this far?

He nodded, now with a slightly red face. "Of course I said no though!" He looked back up.

I laughed, "Really? You rejected the queenka, the most popular, and the acknowledged beautiful girl of the school?"

"Yep. I had only just met her when that happened, so I was kinda put off by her... forward attitude."

"I could see why." I chuckled. "But don't worry, cuz I don't think she'll bother you any more, after you so brutally rejected her." I said as I reached up to pat him on the head.