The three hour ride to Busan was not the best.

I didn't engage in the conversation Taehyung tried to start, and if I did, it resulted with me wanting to throw a shoe at his pretty little head.

Why can't he just be a decent guy, and not piss me off with every word that comes out of his mouth?

Stop getting aggravated, Sora. You'll be at the party soon, and then you can avoid him for the next few hours.

The car ride finally ended, as we turned to a street with huge white estates stretched far across the road.

The one at the far right was more lit up then the others. That must be our destination then.

As we neared the house, it looked to be bigger than its neighbouring estates.

I wasn't surprised, of course. It was Sir Jeon holding the party. He has connections with the likes of the multimillionaires sitting next to me.

Two guards opened the gates to let us inside. Taehyung parked the car next to the enormous front garden of the Jeon estate, lining it with the other luxury cars.

The door slithered upward. Taehyung got out, walking over to my where I sat, and opened the door for me.

"Oh, you shouldn't have," I said, making sure my tone puked sarcasm.

"Anything for you," Taehyung drawled right back as I got out the car, swiping the door shut.

We reached the front steps of estate, Taehyung taking two at a time.

"Come on, Miss Yoon," he urged.

I was far behind, going up slowly. "Why are you going so fast?"

"Because we're late, due to a certain someone." Taehyung stopped, and turned back.

Sighing, he held out his hand. "Take my hand."

Grumbling, I took it, his fingers locking with mine. He started going up on the stairs too fast, tugging me.

High heels were never my best friend. As I took the steps in twos I tripped over one, and stumbled forward.

Taehyung caught me just in time, wrapping an arm around my stomach.

"Careful," he whispered into my ear, his breath caressing my skin.

His voice had me jerking out of his grip. He chuckled at my reaction, and soon the blush on my cheeks.

Prick, I thought bitterly, storming up the rest of the stairs. I could hear his laughter when I went up to the entrance of the estate.

"Name?" a guard at the door asked.

"Yoon Sora," I answered. "I'm with Kim Taehyung."

"Why isn't he with you?" the guard questioned, suspicious.

"Because he's too busy laughing at me on the stairs," I replied, rolling my eyes.

The guard only frowned. "I'm afraid you have to leave-"

"She's with me," Taehyung said, instantly at my side.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry-"

Taehyung waved off his apology. "It's alright."

The guard gestured us to go in. "Please, do come inside. Master Jeon is expecting you."

Taehyung took my hand in his before going in.

I should have slapped it away, but I kept in my temptation. I don't want to embarrass Taehyung and myself so soon.

We entered the estate, and I was at lost for words.

It was beautiful. A gigantic ball room greeted us, with a spiral marble floor and a vast ceiling, countless chandeliers dangling off of it.

Many men and women were stood, either drinking or conversing. They all looked people of high class, who are probably well known.

Suddenly I felt small. Very small compared to these giants of the industry.

"Taehyung!"

My eyes snapped to a couple walking over to us.

One was a smart looking man, probably in his late forties. He wore a maroon coloured suit and black tie, grey hair styled. The woman beside him wore a matching coloured dress that draped to the floor, hair styled in a bun.

"Mr and Mrs Jeon," Taehyung said, smiling fabulously at the couple. He shook hands with the man, while nodded his head at the woman.

The tabloid tycoon returned Taehyung's smile. "It is wonderful to see you, boy."

His gaze turned to me. "Ah, you must be Yoon Sora." he held out his hand. "A pleasure to see you."

I shook his meaty hand. "And you," I said.

Taehyung looked around the hall. "Where's the golden boy?" he wondered out loud.

"I don't actually know," Mrs Jeon answered. "I saw him in his room last, getting dressed."

"He'll come down," Mr Jeon assured us.

I didn't know why he was assuring me, in all honesty. I didn't exactly give a shit.

"Oh, Sora," Mrs Jeon cried, "You were marvellous on the front page!"

"We've had the best sales in months after your debut," added Mr Jeon. "Truly we should work more together."

I kept in my eye roll. All he cares about is his benefit in everything.

"As long as my clothes are on the front page of Jeon, she'll be happy to cooperate," said Taehyung, a little too sweetly.

I gaped at him. Oh, so you're self-promoting as well?

Behind Taehyung's head, I spotted Hoseok gorging on a slice of cake.

"Uh, do excuse me," I said, giving a sheepish smile to the couple. "I really want a drink."

"Oh, of course, do enjoy yourself," Mr Jeon ushered. "Until then I'll lead Taehyung to the other guests."

I could have been wrong, but Taehyung's smile faltered at Mr Jeon's words.

He then glared at me, as if cursing me for leaving him.

I clamped my lips together to keep from laughing. Deserves it, the little shit.

I turned and walked towards Hoseok, now finished with his cake. He looked to me and smiled widely.

"Miss Yoon!" he exclaimed. "It's great to see you."

"Sora's fine," I said, then turned my head towards Taehyung, suffering with the other guests now crowded around him. "I'm glad you're here, or else I would have snapped at someone."

Hoseok laughed slightly, taking a glass of wine from the table. "It's a common feeling for newcomers."

I glared at Mr Jeon. "All that old man cares about is his sales. I have half a mind to stop picturing for him."

Hoseok handed me a glass of wine. I thanked him and took a sip. It was luxurious.

"It's better to keep quiet about it," he said, drinking. "I for one did so, and look at me now."

I pouted my lips. "But how can you deal with that? I'd rather I tell the man straight that he's a greedy bastard."

Hoseok shook his head slightly. "Everyone lusts for money and fame here."

His eyes flicked to the blonde bachelor I'd been staring at. "Even Taehyung."

Taehyung? Hasn't he got so much wealth anyway?

I was about to say just that when I heard a soft cry.

I stopped suddenly. Turning back, I saw a doorway leading to a hallway.

Sniffle...

There it is again. "Wait," I told Hoseok, setting my glass down. "I'll be right back."

He nodded. "I'll be here, then."

I walked into the hallway, a line of mahogany doors on each side of me.

The soft weeping was closer now. Oh God, who's crying here?

I stopped at the far door. I could hear the sobbing clearly.

"Uh," I started. "Are you okay, whoever you are?"

The crying continued.

I should go in. See who's in there and try to help.

I opened the door, slowly creeping in inside and closing it shut.

The room was small, with a dressing table at the back and a chair and table at the side.

At the dressing table sat a young man, his back to me. He was hunched over as his shoulders shook.

"Uh... sir?" I tried. "Are you... alright?"

The man went still. After a while, he sat up straighter.

I was sure I had a heart attack when he turned around.

The man was none other than Jeon Jungkook.

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