You're in the dressing room, trying on the 100th dress Taehyung and Hoseok have picked out for you. Namjoon wasn't able to tag along for shopping since he and Jungkook had scheduled a vlive with Army. You had tried watching some of it but Taehyung eventually took your phone from you.

"Guys," you huff as you come out of the dressing room. "I'm tired, can't I just pick a random one?"

"Hell no," V and Jhope say in unison. You were originally only planning to shop with Taehyung but as soon as Jhope heard the word shopping, he excitedly invited himself along. It was nice having two fashion experts help you dress shop at first, but now you're just exhausted.

"This is not just a random party, [Y/N]," Jhope frowns. "You'll literally be in a room with almost all of Korea's most beautiful people. We are going to get you hot as fuck."

"He's right, [Y/N], you'll thank us later I promise," V smiles. "But this is definitely not the dress either, yikes. Go back to the changing room."

"Ooooh what about this one?" Jhope squeals. You turn to see the sales associate holding up a stunning lavender dress, something you assume only a model could wear.

"I don't know if that will look good on me," you mumble as you stare at it in awe. "But it is really pretty."

"This dress is just right for you, ma'am." The sales associate grins. "It's not possible for this dress to be tailored, as it's a limited edition. This dress was made specifically for someone with your height."

"Just try it," Taehyung says as he's already ushering you back into the changing room.

A few minutes later, after the associate helped you into the dress, you walk back out into the waiting area. Jhope and Taehyung audibly gasp, gawking at the figure before them.

The dress looks immaculate on you. The straps that hold the fabric on your shoulders trail down your collarbones, dipping inwards to cover your breasts, but leaving plenty of room for tasteful cleavage. Your back is completely exposed, the fabric picking back up right above your butt, fully covering it but also leaving the eyes wanting more. The waist is synched to perfectly show off your curves. The cherry on top is the long slit down the right leg, beginning a quarter of the way down your thigh, trailing all the way to the ground.

"O-oh my god," Jhope stutters. "You look... wow."

Taehyung is still stunned, his hand covering his mouth like he can't believe what he's seeing. "O-oh my god," he stutters the exact same way Jhope did. "Namjoon is so fucked." The last part of his sentence too quiet for you to hear.

"How do you feel?" Jhope asks, turning you around to face the mirror.

"Honestly," you exhale and pause to take a good look at yourself, also a little bit shocked. "I feel fucking gorgeous."

"Then we've found the one," he beams. "Aren't you glad you didn't just pick a random one?"

You nod in agreement, feeling yourself getting excited. Until you see the price tag.

"Five thousand dollars?!?!?!?"

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You ended up paying for the dress, but only because Hoseok threatened to pay for it if you didn't. It's true that you have plenty of extra money in your bank account thanks to Namjoon, but it still makes you uncomfortable to spend that much money on fabric.

After you bought the dress, Taehyung dropped you off at Nanami's where she was already waiting to do your hair and makeup.

"How was the back blowing session?" You smirk.

"Girl... my legs are still trembling," she says, fanning her face. "I really almost couldn't walk afterwards. I came three times."

"Three?!" You exclaim. Nanami is not someone who's easily satisfied in the bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm still in shock. Easily the best sex of my life. Now sit down, I need to start on your hair."

You're feeling even more confident and beautiful after Nanami dazzled you up. She let you borrow her diamond necklace that rests just between your collar bones, giving you a classy, elegant ambiance. For the shoes you chose a pair of glossy white heels that give you the perfect amount of height.

Nanami's looking stunning herself, synched in a tight fitted red dress, perfectly hugging every inch of her — some sexy black stilettos to complete the outfit. She put in hair extensions and curled them, making her look more mature than usual. Taehyung sent his driver, Michael, to take you two to the party, meeting the guys there.

"So how does this work?" You ask Michael, who's just as bubbly and friendly as V. He is a few years older, maybe early to mid thirties. He has sunglasses on so you can't see much of his face, but his jawline looks just as sharp as V's. His long hair is slicked back into a ponytail. "Is it like a no photos party or something? How do they keep things under wraps?"

"New people have to sign a non-disclosure," he responds. "All other idols are essentially on an honor system. It would be stupid for any of them to leak photos or information. Their career would be over in an instant, them being blacklisted everywhere they go."

"Ah, that makes sense," you nod, looking out the window. "Is that it over there?"

"Yep, we're here."

You gape at what seems like a mansion from a movie. The structure is mostly white, adorned with windows and balconies on all three floors. The driveway is long, trailing up a hill after entering through the front gates. There are long stretches of lawn on either side of the house, littered with beautiful shrubbery and sculptures. Between the edge of the driveway and entrance is a small flight of stairs with gorgeous steel railings upon each side.

The vehicle is greeted by a chauffeur and three assistants, all moving to open the doors and aid with any baggage.

Your door opens with an older gentleman reaching his hand out to help you out of the vehicle. He smiles at you as he takes your hand in his, gently pulling you towards him. He can probably tell you're new to this, as he chuckles at your reaction to the house. You can't help it. It's one of the most beautiful houses you've ever seen.

He closes your door and gives a small bow, ready to head to the next car.

You've arrived around 7:30pm, half an hour past the start time, which is what Taehyung recommended. Apparently people look at you weird if you show up to a party exactly when it starts.

There are already different clusters of people chatting and laughing on the lawn, stairs, and upper balconies. It's going to be a packed party tonight and it's hardly started.

"Holy fuck," Nanami utters, stepping up next to you. "I mean I know this is Jennie we're talking about but damn."

The two of you move towards the staircase that leads up to the front entryway, which consists of two thick wooden doors around 10 feet tall. One door is open allowing easy entry for the guests. Before heading up the stairs, you stop by a table to sign your NDA's. While you wait for a Nanami to sign hers, your eyes begin scanning the crowd for your favorite dimple smile and Taehyung's fluffy head, unsure if they're already here yet.

Your breath hitches as you see Namjoon standing at the top of the stairs, already staring at you. He looks so handsome, your knees almost buckle right there.

I'm going to have a stroke. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be underneath him.

He's dressed in a gray dress shirt tucked into black slacks, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. His dirty blonde hair is slicked back, exposing his forehead which has always been a weakness of yours. Then of course, he has to attack you one last time by wearing his glasses. The ones he knows you love.

But what stands out the most is his lavender tie, matching the exact shade of your dress.

You place your hands behind your back and step to the right, purposely letting the split of the dress open up against your thigh, flashing him a smile.

He doesn't smile back. He just stands there, staring at you in amazement, his eyes taking in every inch of your body.

Jhope swings his arm around Namjoon, snapping him out of his trance. "What're you staring at bro?" He turns his head to the bottom of the stairs where you stand. "Oh never mind. I found the answer."

Once Nanami's finishes signing her name, the two of you make your way up the steps. "[Y/N]!" Jhope exclaims, wrapping you into a hug. "You look amazing."

"Thanks Hoseok," you giggle, pulling away after giving him a squeeze. "You're looking pretty handsome yourself."

Jhope is sporting a caramel brown checkered Louis Vuitton suit, paired with a dark green beret. You don't know how to explain it, but his outfit is very Jhope.

"This is my friend Nanami," you gesture towards her.

"Ah, so this is your best friend you talked about during the contract meeting!" He smiles. You can see Nanami swooning from the corner of your eye. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jhope, Hoseok, Hobi, whatever you want to call me," he laughs while pulling her in for a hug.

Nanami hugs him back but is too stunned to speak. She's never admitted it to you but you're pretty sure Jhope is her bias.

"Let's go get a drink," he says, grabbing her hand. She's still completely silent but follows along behind him excitedly.

You smile as you wave bye to them, slowly turning back towards the silent statue in front of you.

"What's with this?" you smirk, taking a step towards him and hooking a finger under his tie.

"You look absolutely breathtaking," he exhales in awe, ignoring your question. He's still eyeing you up and down like he was earlier. "I don't even have words..."

"I can see that," you giggle. "Thanks. You look incredible yourself. I almost fell over when I saw you."

Namjoon looks down at your finger still hanging under his tie. "Oh," he mumbles, "now I see why Taehyung was wanting me to choose this tie so badly."

You throw your head back in laughter. "Yeah that sounds about right. Do you wanna head in?"

He grabs your hand to stop you from turning away, his brown eyes looking nervously into yours. "Namjoon?" You raise your brows. "Are you okay?"

"Ah, um I-" he stutters. "I'm... not interested in any of the girls in there, just to be clear."

Your brows furrow down in confusion at the sudden comment. "Are you worried I'm going to be angry at you for talking to other women?"

"No, I mean, I don't know..." he trails off. "I just wanted to say it."

You squeeze his hand back in reassurance. "It's okay Joon," you smile. He looks at you like a puppy. You've never called him that before.

"You're an idol. And not just any idol, you're the leader of the biggest group in the world. I know what I'm about to witness." You shrug. "I know I'll be mostly hanging out with Nanami tonight. But I appreciate you making it clear anyways."

He gives you his famous dimple smile, making your heart flutter a little. "Okay," he says, "then let's go in."

They were not kidding. As soon as the two of you made it through the main doors, you were practically pushed aside as a horde of women ran to talk to Namjoon, like you weren't even there. It wasn't all women though, there's quite a few men mixed in as well, just wanting some sort of chance to talk to him.

Just the foyer was spacious enough for someone to live in. You gawk at the beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling, with two staircases curving upwards to the second floor. The walls are painted a beautiful pale crimson; pieces of art scattered across the walls. The air in the room just smells expensive.

You slowly make your way into the first room on the left, which is a dining room of some sort. In the middle sits a long wooden table full of different high class foods and beverages. The walls are painted a classy, crisp white as magenta drapes hang loosely across the window at the end of the room.

Your heart gets caught in your throat as you see how many idols are just standing together, chatting over wine and charcuterie boards. There's many faces you recognize but can't quite put a name to. And you don't feel as out of place as you thought you would, since there are plenty of other foreigners present.

Is that Felix from Stray Kids? Oh my god and there's Han. I'm gonna pass out if I see Bang Chan.

Connected to the dining room is the kitchen, which you're able to make your way to after squeezing between a few people. Of course, this room is just as stunning as the others, with the most up-to-date appliances you could find. The kitchen alone is larger than your entire apartment.

You pick up a glass of champagne and mosey around to the room across the hall, which looks like more of an enormous entertainment area. Beautiful blue drapes cover the massive windows to the outside, leaving the room relatively dim. The only lights are right above the dance floor in the center of the room, illuminating the area just enough for the guests to move comfortably. There are multiple tables scattered around the room, surrounding the dance floor. A DJ table is perched up on a stage at the far end of the room, blasting kpop music.

More & More by Twice is currently filling the house.

"This place is like a club," Nanami says from behind, scaring the daylights out of you.

"Christ, woman. Announce yourself first," you exhale, hand pressed against your chest after almost shitting your pants. "Where'd Jhope go?"

"He eventually got swallowed by a crowd," she shrugs. "I'm guessing Namjoon did too?"

You can still see the entrance where you got separated from Namjoon. Glancing over, you notice him still in a crowd, talking and laughing with a few different people. You can tell it's his professional smile though, he's not particularly enjoying himself. You feel a little bad for dragging him here.

It's not really my fault though, he just didn't want me going with Taehyung for whatever reason. You think to yourself, trying to circumvent the guilt.

Your guilt immediately vanishes as you see one of the most beautiful females you've ever seen squeeze Namjoon's arm playfully, covering her mouth as she laughs at his joke. He doesn't flinch away, he just turns his head to talk to another person, letting her hand rest there for a moment until she pulls it back.

You down the rest of your champagne, grabbing Nanami's wrist and dragging her to the dance floor.

"We getting drunk again?" She asks.

"Yes we are."

About an hour into the party, you and Nanami are now sitting at one of the tables towards the side, feeling the champagne taking effect. You're not drunk, just slightly buzzed, but enjoying the way it makes your body feel. The same could not be said for Nanami. She has this problem where she feels like she needs to drink the same amount as you, even though she's pocket sized. Plus, the champagne here is incredibly high end, so it tastes dangerously good. You'd been dancing and laughing the last hour, still trying to distract yourself from the hot blonde you sleep next to almost every night.

He's still surrounded by a crowd, but the group has shifted into the entryway of the entertainment room you're in. You notice he's there but don't let yourself pay much attention to it because the grabby model is still trying to get his attention. You're aware this is the situation you signed up for, but it does bother you having to see it with your own eyes. And you didn't know there would be touching.

It hurts a little that he hasn't even looked at you once.

"Excuse me ladies, may we join you?"

You both turn towards the voice speaking in English, and are stupefied by the sight at the edge of the table.

Setting new drinks onto the table and sliding onto the bench next to Nanami is Joohoney, someone you and she have both seen in concert twice.

Frozen solid you gape at the figure scooting closer to you, pushing a new drink your way.

"You look beautiful tonight," he grins, picking up your hand to place a gentle peck on your knuckles. "I'm Jackson Wang."

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FUCK this chapter was long

Btw I talk about y/n's height a lot but she's not crazy tall. Just really tall for a female in Korea.

Yoongi made a comment about a 5'6" girl being really tall, so I imagine her somewhere around 5'6"-5'8" when I write.

But it's also a y/n story so she's whatever the hell you want lol

I'm tall as fuck at 5'10" so I wouldn't even be able to wear heels around Namjoon lmao

Hope you enjoyed ~