"Good evening people" The echoic sound of a human, who seemed to be the equity holder of the club or more likely the host, interrupted the high volume of booming music.

The club was only what one could see in a nightlight. It was a literal hideout with so many of the lights yet it was perfectly dark for one to convert oneself from trippy to drunk as skunk. Everything that could be seen was coated with the neon lights like iron coated with paint. The vibes the air was containing was way too good to be real. Trying new places to hangout is quite a querencia, My own home doesn't feel so enjoyable then these clubs do.

The mask theme was the best way to keep secret and mysterious. This helped me feel a bit secured and yet a little bit of sexy. The surplus to this feeling was the upcoming event for which all this crowd is present. The concept was quite new and I was never not fascinated to experience the adventures.

"Seems like all you fleeks have ants in your pants, don't you all?" He said, his voice articulated towards excitement. The excitable crowd hooted and some cursed fuzzily. A champaign bottle was wasted making the screams and barrel of laughs go more deafening.

"Is everything up to date?" He said accidentally to the mike when he was conversing with the crew off-stage.

"Yeahhhh- wohooo- Aghh" The screams were dangerously so much and the way the crowd had been responding to the host, It's pretty sure that the club has a reputation of its own without any efforts.

"Terms and conditions read by everyone?" He said, facing the animals in the skin of human beings, being one of few people sane on the earth of the club, It was quite a struggle to watch so many trippy and maddened people gathered up.

"Main rules, Y'all. Number one, Protection is must, if you do anything much heated. Number two, Respect your partner's dignity. Legal actions could be taken. Number three, Be ensured about the hidden cameras as there are none and neither are they allowed. And the last, Go as wild as possible" He cheered the already cheered up cluster of teens and the people in their mid-twenties.

"So let's start the game without waiting, Should we?!" He completed the sentence in interrogative tone, his vocals sounding way too smooth and bold. The music had turned off by now, leading a mystical piano tone to rise up and play. It kind of had a blood-rushing feeling to it, that made slight butterflies in my stomach in addition to this fugue state.

"I want my d*ck be filled up in a hole!!" A buzzy buzzed fella beside me screamed at what seemed to be the top of his lungs and I swear I've not assumed it to be cheerful but was defied by the sounds that followed his remark. How bad I wish not to end up with this beast.

"Okay, So we'll lead the lucky draw to start 'cause we've got so many thirstys in here." He gestured one of the pretty tattooed girls standing behind the podium secretly and the girl with a chewing gum in her mouth, as if on cue, stepped up with a glass vessel in her hands onto the stage towards the person standing there already. She placed it onto the table-like stand they kept on the platform.

Dramatic drum rolls were now the new background music with respect to the building suspense within the club. He wore the black coloured glove and lead his hand within the wide-open mouth of the jar to grasp a yellow shaded piece of paper, of square shape.

As he read the name, The girl stepped off the stage and I swear she's the hottest one I've seen here besides me. Well, my tight knee-length dress with a side-cut hugs my figure perfectly, making me the hot-queen, y'know. Note the sarcasm please.

"And the first one is-" He was about to announce the name on the chit when all the lights went off along with the speakers and even the people's voice went off as if it were a black out.

I suddenly felt something that was soft and velvety, wrapping around the area beneath my forehead and my reflex action was pretty fast to lead my hands into the direction of my eyes. The skin of my hand felt like grasping onto something that felt like someone else's hands and a godly whisper was catched by my ears.

"Shh. You're a sub and you have to go through love maze to make love" He said the same significant pen-line of the event and I hushed myself and tried to calm my adrenaline down.

"Here ya go" He or she whoever it was, pushed me through what I assumed to be a doorway and I were so not-ready to take steps right now. The hard tequila shots I've had weren't helping either.

"Oh fuck.." I whispered lowly when I almost bumped myself onto a wall. Being blindfolded is one of the most frightening yet so adventurous acts. And I'm sure I'll never be disappointed whenever I throw flash to this memory.

As I continued to walk through what sounded like hallways to me, my steps were subconsciously being right always. I've took a left turn rarely since the start. And at some turns, I feel hands pushing me to some other direction. Maybe they are the staff preventing the participants from hitting the wall.

I roamed my hands in the air infront of my body like a lost child and kept on walking until my hands crashed with an atrocious kind-of surface which i assumed to be the wooden door. That's it!

"Hello? Anybody here?" I queried as soon as I clicked open the door. He or she must be waiting for me, laying on the bed. Is my partner hot? Is he or she a greek god? I wish I experience a heavenly body in here.

"Welcome home, sweetheart" I heard a deep voice implicating me to have a talk with him. By now, I'd determined that my partner was a male and a very hot male, judging by his voice.

"Uh- Um, Hello" I said lossily, at dearth of words as what to speak to a stranger in a situation like this. Although, I was enthusiastic about this earlier but right now, I'm facing difficulty in controlling my nervousness.

"Watcha thinking, beauty. Don't doubt, I'm hot" He said assuredly, as though he just read my mind.

"Well, Looks are deceiving"

"You aren't seeing me,are you?"

"Okay, So can I take this blindfold off please? We could have a better talk that way-"

"You aren't allowed to do something or anything without my permission"

I felt fingers rubbing and brushing past my arm and towards my hand. I couldn't help but feel shivers and quivers down my spine as to how sensitive that touch was.

He held my hand softly and I assume that his hands are double the size of mine. An unfamiliar familiarity was felt by me and I couldn't overlook it. It was just much significant to be neglected but I decided to ignore it for the time being.

Holding onto my hand, He led my steps and as I felt, the room was extravagantly large. Soon, I could sense some soft fabric near my revealed legs and that was a bed, I guess.

"Sit down, pretty lady" He said, letting go of my hand and safely grabbing my waist to sit me down on the smooth and soft sheets. I placed my hands on the bedsheets and he retrieved his.

"Yes, mister" I voiced out as an affirmation.

"You can call me Flame" He said, Breathing deeply and audibly. Maybe, he's just as nervous as I am.

"Okay, Master" I said deliberately, Playing my role as efficiently as I could.

"What a good sub you are" He murmured before I could feel nothing but a strange thick air fill up the room.

It was quaintly just so silent as I stood erected on my hips at the surface of the bed. Time and again, I heard steps and quick transient grunts could be heard by me. I assumed that he just hit his feet's pinky.

"Uh.. maybe do you need some help?" I blurted out when i felt being rude to be sitting all alone when he was struggling.

"NO" It was kind of a frustrated yelp and I swear i couldn't drool on somebody's mere voice anymore. Even though I was subconsciously recognising who it was, the amount of alcohol strictly constraints me to be unconscious.

I suddenly felt some amount of peculiar hot air around my philtrum and I briefly perceived that it was breathe. The mattress beside the area I was sitting was sinking down indicating that their were some weight being laid on it. It's him!!

I panicked and hiccuped like the bad luck person I am. It was an alcoholic one. A quiet squeaky groan left my mouth when I felt -what seemed to be his fingers- rub against the skin of the back of my neck.

"Don't worry, sweetie. It's to cure your hiccups" He said, breathing shortly and just too close to my face, as I detected from the fanning of his breath and the amount warmth in it.

"Now, You're not you. You are me" He enchanted some words I quite couldn't interpret as to why he was specifically blurting them out all of a sudden. His concise yet elongated massage was driving me to the doors of some unknown place in my brain. I couldn't think clearly, It is appropriate to say that I'm thinking blurry.

"You are not Y/n. You are my Queen" His deep voice formed more words, which by now, I was hardly understanding.

"Yes.." I slowly and lowly admitted all what he said. The unknown burn being felt near my neck where his fingers have been rubbing.

"You were never a mortal. You were our origin. You made us. We follow you." He further claimed and I just heard him saying words while my brain was traversing around the small phosphenes and pits.

"We are waiting for you. Will you come to us?"

"Yes..." I stupidly agreed to whatever he said and just widened my eyes second by second onto the blindfold.

"I'm going to conceal you within me. Are you willing to?"

"Yes..."

"Now you are a part of me. You are..?"

"A part of you, Flame "

"Are you ready to see me?"

"Yes.."

I could barely feel anything. But through the slight slit of awareness left, I opened my eyes more broadly, as though my sclera was almost touching the fabric. I felt the piece of cloth being removed from my face and-

"Queen" He said, Yoongi said.

【Ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ　：𝟷𝟾𝟹𝟹 】