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Min Yoongi has always hated the Upper East Side scene. All the flashing of wealth and the overinflated ego of everyone who resides there has always left a bitter taste in Yoongi’s mouth.And as someone who was born and raised in Brooklyn, he tried to stay far, far away from that side of New York City as much as he could.But ever since he became a journalist for the New York Times two years ago, working at that part of the city became inevitable. Especially since he has a column in reviewing the best restaurants in the city, and as much as he hates to admit it… Most of them are in the Upper East Side.Not only that - also because of his job - Yoongi has attended way too many frivolous Upper East Side parties over the last year than he could say he wanted to…(Oh, his apologies, he should correct himself - Upper East Side benefits… You know the ones that the guests attending wears clothes costing a dozen times more than the cheques they write to the highlighted charity? Yeah, those benefits…)It’s always a bore - the people in their designer garbs, the conversation filled with fake pleasantries, and hell - even the hors d'oeuvres were nothing to write home to his ma about.But once again, he was at another one tonight.His boss wanted him to get the first scoop on where Lee Sunmi is going to open up her highly anticipated new restaurant, and this charity event party of her’s for New York’s animal shelters is exactly where he can get it.Or probably could get it…Yoongi hasn’t seen Sunmi or her husand, Kim Seokjin, since they welcomed him like the good hosts they are 25 minutes ago.After a heavy sigh, Yoongi downs his whiskey and ice and orders the bartender for another. The party is being held at a bar called Attaboy and it is already filled to the brim with 30 or so attendees. He is at the bar in between two men, a Wall Street stockbroker named Kim Taehyung and a self-proclaimed philanthropist named Yuta Nakamoto, both droning on and on with boring small talk… Yoongi cannot bare another second of it.As he loosens the stuffy bowtie he is wearing, he cranes his neck, searching for a sight of either of the hosts so he could finally get this night over with and just go home to his cat, Orange, and dog, Bean. They are a lot better company than—He freezes, thoughts ceasing to exist.In an instant, it is like all the air in his lungs swoops out of him, his eyes widening and his mouth parting in quiet wonder. He has found the hosts alright, but they are not the reason he is so awestruck…It is the woman beside them in the black velvet midi-dress that took his breath away.He watches as she laughs, her hand grabbing onto Sunmi’s arm for support. There’s a twinkle in the corner of her eye, like she had teared up because she enjoyed the joke that Seokjin had told so much.“So Mr. Min, how do you know Mr. Kim?”At the sound of his name, Yoongi startles, tearing his eyes away from the woman that had piqued his curiosity to glance at the man with the hideous paisley tie with the red heart pinned on it.“Um… High school— I mean, well…” Yoongi frowns, hearing Taehyung snickering beside him. “I’m actually more acquainted with his wife…” Yuta’s brow lifts in amused questioning. “Not in that way! I write for the New York Times and I review restaurants and hers…”Yoongi trails off, his attention once again being captured by the woman in black.Kim Seokjin must have said something hilarious again because a second later, her head is tilting back and her hand comes up to cover her open mouth as she laughs louder.Such a shame, Yoongi thinks to himself. She has such a pretty smile.A small smile spreads on his own lips. Yoongi has never seen someone so beautiful.He has to introduce himself to her.And since he has to talk to Sunmi anyway… Why not kill two birds with one stone?“Will you gentlemen please excuse me? I have to… go…” Yoongi grabs his newly made drink and pulls away from the bar table, nodding shortly at Taehyung and Yuta before setting off to weave through the crowd to get to where she is - ignoring the two men snickering childishly to each other about what he just said.Yoongi shakes his head, shrugging them off as he walks further away - only to crash into a short girl, who flashes her bright bunny-like smile at him instead of an apology.“Whoopsie-daisy!” She giggles, clearly already wasted. It surprises Yoongi to see her there, Im Nayeon, the youngest daughter of the 30th and current President of the United States.Yoongi knows her husband, Im Jaebum, is out of the country as a senior advisor to her father. It’s everywhere in the news… So what was she doing here - doing the very thing that her father’s political party prohibits the other citizens of the country to do?Another thing Yoongi could add to the growing list he has about what he hates about the Upper East Siders - their blatant hypocrisy.He huffs as she stumbles away.Just as he takes another step forward, another person bumps into him.Another socialite in a silk black dress… They’re becoming a dime a dozen in this place. But Yoongi knows her somewhat because the annoying Wall Street business man had been gushing about her all night. Yoongi recalls that her name being Sana.“Sorry!” She exclaims patting his chest, then she hurries away, following after the President’s daughter.Well at least that one had the decency to apologize… Yoongi supposes. Then he is off again, and this time without any more obstacles.When he finally wedges his way into the circle with the Seokjin, Sunmi, and the woman; he sees that a few other guests had joined the trio.“Ah, Mr. Min!” Sunmi announces his presence, and all eyes are on him. Though the only one he meets is the woman’s…She even more stunning up close. Every pretty feature makes up a masterpiece… Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from trailing his gaze down her neck, to the dainty silver necklace that hangs around it, the long chain leading down, down, down between her breast, the rest hidden by the sweetheart neckline of her off-the-shoulder dress.His ogling isn’t lost on her by the way her cherry painted lips quirks up in a smirk at the sight of him. Grinning back, his head tilts down slightly, dark gaze still on her from under his lashes. He notices her squirm from that look alone.
Wonderful…
“How are you enjoying the party thus far?”It takes Seokjin elbowing him for Yoongi to realize Sunmi was directing the question to him, as he was far too busy essentially eye-fucking the woman of his dreams. Yoongi clears his throat, turning away from her to smile apologetically at Sunmi as he answers, “I- uh… I’m enjoying myself quite a bit!” He glances between her and Seokjin, “I think both you and your husband have done a, uh… positively smashing job!”From the corner of his eyes, he sees the woman’s smirk fall to a parted ‘oh’.What? Was his feign enthusiasm that obvious? Maybe he should tone it down a bit or…Yoongi raises up his glass of whiskey, “And you’ve manage to sneak in the best damn liquor into the city. I applaud you wholeheartedly for this!”“Hear, hear!” The man with the silver hair across him agrees, his dimpled smile lighting up as he holds up his own glass towards Yoongi. “I’m Kim Namjoon by the way—” then he turns to the blonde woman in the red dress that he has his arm around, pulling her closer to him. “And this is my lovely wife, Yubin.”Reaching her hand out, she smiles kindly at Yoongi. “Pleasure to meet you.”“Yes, you too,” Yoongi shakes her hand and then her husband’s after Namjoon snakes his arm away from her hips.Once Yoongi’s hand drops back to his side, his attention immediately focuses on the woman again. He desperately wants to know her name.But this time, her eyes doesn’t connect with his. He frowns, watching the way her finger coyly skims around and around the rim of her martini glass - as if she is looking at something that has intrigued her greatly.When he follows her line of sight, it leads to a very handsome man with the very recognizable and iconic plump lips…Park Jimin - Hollywood heartthrob and the star of almost every Academy Award nominated films this past two years.Well, how am I supposed to compete with that? Yoongi grumbles inwardly.But he is not the type to quit without at least trying… So he clears his throat and leans closer towards her.“And what might your name be?”In luck, she hears him, turning her head his way as she answers, “Y/N M—” She stops herself, looking flustered, and Yoongi’s mouth lifts at the corners. Recollecting herself, her lips mirrors his reaction, all too easily making Yoongi’s pulse quicken. “Y/N Y/L/N.”“Lovely…” Yoongi murmurs. Realizing that he had said that out loud by the way all the people around the circle are cheesing so hard, he quickly adds, “… To meet you! May I, perhaps, know what it is that you do?”“I sing,” she replies. “Nowhere too exciting like Broadway or anything - I wish - but I do have a regular stint over at Flamenco on 6th.”“Ah… I’ve reviewed Flamenco before for my food column on The New York Times, but it must have been a day you weren’t scheduled…” Yoongi says, frowning. “Shame.”As the others hum their agreement, Y/N ducks her head, bashfully hiding her smile.“That is terrible luck,” Seokjin tsks regretfully, patting Yoongi’s back.
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Yoongi looks over at Jin who grins his way.3.“Fortunately for you - and for all of us - Y/N will be gracing us with her talent tonight!”“Speaking of…” Sunmi starts, hooking her arm around Y/N’s. “We should get you backstage to get ready!”“Ah, right!” Y/N exclaims, but before Sunmi could pull her away, she looks directly at Yoongi, making his heart stop. “But I wanted to ask… Mr. Min… May I, perhaps, know…”Yoongi raises his brow by the way her question is starting off the same way his was. Is she, perhaps, flirting with him? “Yes…?” Innocently tilting her head in inquiry, she asks, “What is your accent?”Namjoon chokes on his wine, sputtering it everywhere.Yubin turns her head, her shoulders visibly shaking.Sunmi’s mouth opens and close, unable to figure how to react.All this happens as the color on Yoongi’s face drains while his cheeks also begin to glow bright red.“I’m sorry…” Y/N’s teeth clenches together, looking genuinely remorseful for asking. And yet… “But I… I can’t quite put my finger on it…”Yoongi scoffs out a humourless chuckle, offended.“It’s a Brooklyn one, of course!” Seokjin answers for Yoongi as he howls in laughter, clapping Yoongi’s back.4?Seokjin shakes his head ‘no’ at Yoongi - and Yoongi sighs in disappointment - before they both whip their head back at Y/N when she mutters in disbelief, “Brooklyn? Really?”“Born and raised,” Yoongi says, accent heavy. He cringes visibly as the others titter in giggles.“Must be a part of Brooklyn I’ve never been to before then…” Y/N says, raising her brows and sipping her martini.Yoongi scoffs again, this time amused. Is she really coming for right now? In front of all these people? He licks his lips, readying to retort, “I—”“Will you please excuse us?” He gets cut off by Sunmi. “The band is calling for Y/N now…”They all turn to look over the small stage at the corner of the bar, the band is there, expectantly waiting and ready.Yoongi’s disappointment is immeasurable, but he lets her go off with a heavy nod.Though before she walks away, she lingers her gaze on him for a second too long that it makes him hopeful in way - like he didn’t completely blow his chances.Seokjin also parts way from the group to mingle with the other guests, and Yoongi continues a conversation with Namjoon and Yubin about their careers and their families.After ten minutes passes by, he already dim lights of the bar lowers even more until the focus of the room is over at the stage.The crowd breaks into quiet yet excited murmurs and light applause as Y/N walks up the steps. Taking her place behind the mic stand, she glances around the room - captivating everyone with simply just her presence alone.“Hello,” she says, voice slow and sultry. “How is everybody doing tonight?”The audience hollers out many different positive answers, causing her to chuckle sweetly. “That’s good, that’s good… I’m having a fantastic time as well… And I think we should all thank Sunmi and Seokjin for throwing such a wonderful party… They’ve really gone all out tonight and it’s just so amazing to see all the hard work they’ve put into this… It’s incredible! So please give it up for these two talented wonders….”The audience claps along with her. Sunmi, by the stage with her proud husband, giggles as she mouths ‘I love you’ and blows kisses up to Y/N. Y/N grins, waiting for the applause to quiet down, then she continues, “I’d like to introduce myself… I’m Y/N, and with me on stage is my incredible band-” She starts to introduce her bandmates, each one waving at the crowd at the call of their name, “Brian, Jae, Wonpil, Dowoon, and Sungjin… and tonight, we’ll be playing a couple songs for you all… This first one is a favorite of mine, by the fantastic Etta James… Sing along if you know it… Or, you know…”Her eyes flick up, finding Yoongi’s. “Hold a lover close…”Yoongi bites his bottom lip in a giddy grin, his heart soaring along with the violin that begins to play.“Aaaaaaaaaaaat Last,” She belts, gaze still on him, her melodic voice entrancing him in a daze.“My love has come along,My lonely days are over, And life is like a song…”To Yoongi, it seems like it is only the two of them in the room….“At last,The skies above are blue, My heart was wrapped up in clover, The night I looked at you…”His mouth drops slightly in awe, watching the tantalizing way her hips sway from side to side. It is like she is performing just for him…“Wow… She’s fucking gorgeous…”Yoongi was thinking it but… He wasn’t the one who said it.His glare darts to his right, at a brown-haired man in a velvet purple suit jacket (which Yoongi begrudgingly hates to admit that he wears well), who is practically undressing the woman on the stage with a dark, ravenous gleam in his eyes.“Shit, I think she’s the girl of my dreams… What’s her name?”“She just said her name, dumbass… Now shut up and listen…”Yoongi smirks when he hears the man’s companion say out loud what he was thinking, until he realizes who it was. Now it feels like a permanent scowl has formed on his face.“Hey, I was just making sure that’s her real name… Why are you acting so pissy, man? Wait…” The man in the purple suit chuckles. “Jungkook, do you know her…? Did she bweak your wittle hea—”“The breakup was mutual…”“Sure it was…”Nostril flared, Yoongi can feel himself shaking, so tuned into their conversation that he barely paid attention when Namjoon excuses himself to go to the restroom.“Yeah, it was! And it happened years ago, I’m over it…” Jungkook whines. Sensing a cold chill, Jungkook shivers, looking around. He jolts when he finds what was giving him the feeling.“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I try to —”“Go for it, Hoseok…” Jungkook snickers, grabbing his friend’s shoulder although he is glancing sideways at the man fuming a few feet away. “I’d really like to see you try.”Hoseok smirks, taking it as a challenge.“I will… By the end of the night, I’ll have her wrapped around my fingers…” Hoseok says, holding up two of his digits in a beckoning motion and raises his brows suggestively.Hand clenching tightly around his glass and teeth grinding together, Yoongi faces straight ahead in silent fury.The band smoothly transitions to I Say A Little Prayer after At Last ends, and all Yoongi could think is that this pompous Hoseok fellow better be saying a little prayer soon… “Thank you for being such a wonderful audience… This is our last song for the evening… I hope you enjoy…”As the bass line starts to resound the room, Yoongi’s smile grows bigger and bigger. He is close by the stage now, just two bodies away from the edge. He had pushed his way into the crowd during the midway point of the set, when they were playing What The World Needs Now (Is Love). Being closer to Y/N had such a positive effect on Yoongi, managing to soothe away his annoyance from being so near the purple suit jacket guy before.“I know you don’t know yet,But I’m the one who’s gonna get in your head…”Y/N winks down at him, crooning her heart out.“Let’s pretend this is such a good party,‘Cause you can leave over my dead body…”Yoongi tips his glass up at her, a silent way of cheering her on. She’s giggling as she gets into the final verse.“You can never leave, you can never leave,I won’t let you leave, I won’t let you leave…”When the song ends, Yoongi makes a move to be the first to talk to her, tell her what a wonderful job she just did…But Seokjin hurries up onto the stage, bringing up an alarming and distressing aura with him. Y/N throws Seokjin a concerned look, but steps aside for him to take over the mic.“Everyone! I have an announcement to make!” Seokjin exclaims, throwing both his hands up. “STOP B—”Yoongi facepalms, tuning out the embarrassing man on stage. He exchanges a cheerless look with the woman by his side, Son Chaeyoung, both of them visibly disgusted by her stepbrother’s awful humour.“Ah, okay… Now that that’s out of the way - sorry I just had to!” Seokjin says, laughing with crowd. Then in a flash, his expression turns solemn. “But I really do have an important and grave announcement to make… The President’s daughter, Im Nayeon, has been found…” He takes a dramatic pause before he whispers closely to the mic, voice dropping lower, “Dead.”A collective gasp spreads around the room.“She was found in the kitchen… Bleeding out from the slit across her throat,” Seokjin discloses the gory details. The guests start to freak out, murmuring and demanding answers to the questions they voice out loud.“I know, it’s terrible…” Seokjin hangs his shaking head and sighs deeply. “But I have to remind you all that we simply cannot go to the police. Although what we’re doing here, in this speakeasy, is for a good cause, the NYPD won’t think the same… All of us, not just the murderer, will face fines and jail time if we call on them now…” The crowd seems to be very understanding, nodding along with everything Seokjin is saying in agreement. Everyone there has too much to lose, Yoongi guesses. “So what I’m saying is… We’ll have to figure out who killed Im Nayeon on our own…”Sunmi steps up beside her husband, adding, “We have until midnight… I really hope we get the President’s daughter some justice… Good luck, everyone.”The guests begin to disperse away from the stage, either to talk amongst themselves to figure out what is happening or to look around for any clues left behind by the perpetrator.“God, this is fucked up,” Chaeyoung huffs, stuffing her mouth with the bite-sized hamburgers on the full paper plate she is holding.“Yeah…” Yoongi murmurs, not really paying attention. Instead, he is watching Y/N walk down the stage with her band and the hosts, wanting to go over an ask if she’s alright. She must be so shocked like he is from the disturbing news.“Yoongs,” Chaeyoung calls loudly to grab his attention. It works, and he tips his head to side for her to continue. “How many hors d'oeuvres have you had?”It takes him a second to understand why she was wiggling her brows, but it dawns on him. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he answers, “Four… No, three… Yeah, three.”“Holy shit,” Chaeyoung snorts. “ You’re awful at this!”Yoongi rolls his eyes. “How many do you have?”“Twenty-three.”“Fuck, really?”“Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone else is up to their 20’s too… You need to step up your game…” Chaeyoung teases.“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi grumbles, downing the rest of his lukewarm whiskey.“Come on,” Chaeyoung beckons, pushing her plate onto Yoongi before she flips her short bleach blonde bob, spinning to head for the front of the bar. Yoongi follows after her, gobbling up the rest of the appetizers on the plate.They sidle up to a small group of three who welcomes Chaeyoung and Yoongi with no problem, eagerly inviting them to discuss what they know about Im Nayeon.“I mean, her family is notoriously the most hated family in America right now… It really could be anyone at this party…” Mark Tuan says with a shrug.“So it could even be you, hmmm?” Kim Jisoo asks, squinting at him through her long and perfect lashes.Mark shakes his head, all nonchalant. “No, not me. I own a billion-dollar company that the President has given tax breaks to, I’m like the least likely person to do it.”“That could be your cover though… This murder doesn’t even have to be about The President, but just Nayeon herself… And you seem wealthy and influential enough to be a part of the crowd that she associated herself with…” Yoongi counters back, Jisoo and Chaeyoung nodding with him. He turns to the man with the red heart pinned to the lapel of suit jacket, Jackson Wang. “How many people in this party knows Nayeon personally or intimately?”Jackson looks in pain, debating in his head. “Yoongi, you know I can’t…”Yoongi frowns, but nods. So Chaeyoung asks instead, “How many people in this party have personal or intimate ties to Nayeon, Jackson?”“Uh… Six,” Jackson answers Chaeyoung without any hesitation, mouthing an apology to Yoongi.Pointing an accusatory perfectly manicured french-tipped finger at Mark, Jisoo interrogates, “Was Mark one of them?”“No,” Jackson shakes his head.Grinning, Mark leans to whisper into Jisoo’s ear, making her turn bright red, “Told ya.”Chaeyoung makes a face at the display she’s witnessing. “Ew, get a room.”As Yoongi chuckles, Jackson whispers something in his ear as he hands Yoongi a plate of tiny tarts from a waiter passing by. Yoongi takes the dessert with a gummy smile. They talk for 10 more minutes before Mark and Jisoo goes off on their own, only to be replaced by Jessica Jung and Victoria Song. They all share what they’ve figured out so far but it is still pretty bare bones.Still, Yoongi has had enough hors d'oeuvres to last the night, so he’s at least happy with that…Yoongi is nodding along to a theory that Jessica has come up with, sipping his water, when out of the corner of his eyes, he notices someone… Someone who jogs his memories of something that happened earlier that evening.“Hey,” he says, voice low only for Chaeyoung to hear. She leans closer to him as he stares pointedly at a group near the bar - or more specifically, at one Sana Minatozaki. “I remember seeing Sana following Nayeon…”“Yeah?” Chaeyoung purses her lips to the side, regarding the woman in question with heavy scrutiny.“Yeah… Before the band got up to play.”“Inch…resting…” Chaeyoung hums, face pinching to give Yoongi a grin. “Let’s go.”After politely making their departure known to their current group, Yoongi and Chaeyoung step away to head to where Sana is.“Ah, my dear friend! Mr. Min!” Yuta bellows out at the sight of him. He wraps his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders and pulls him in. Yoongi finds himself wedge between Yuta and Sana, and Chaeyoung stands beside Jae - the guitarist from the band.Y/N’s band…Yoongi slumps with a despondent sigh. He is missing her terribly.“I know this is a terrible thing to think…” Jae starts, and already Sana is glaring at him. “But I hope through all this trouble, Suho won’t forget our band’s performance for that new movie he is writing… We’ve been practicing so hard for months to impress him tonight.”Suho? As in Kim Suho, the man who has been parading Park Jimin around all night? Is that the reason Y/N was checking out Jimin earlier… Not really for Jimin, but for Suho?“That is a DESPICABLE thing to think!” Sana hisses, making Jae lean back and sink down - like a turtle retreating back in it’s shell. “My best friend has been murdered and all you care about is if some dumb director would write you into his movie?!”Jae opens his mouth to correct her, though his voice is small like he appears to be under Sana’s burning presence,“A highly critically acclaimed dumb direc—”“I don’t care!” Sana is so fired up, she elbows Yoongi’s side, meeting his eyes as she points her hand over at the bar. “Ugh, you’re as terrible as Jung Hoseok! Look at him, flirting with that singer without a care in the world! What a pig!”“Hey that singer has a name and it’s Y/N!” Jae snaps, finally straightening up and finding his backbone to defend his bandmate.Once again, Yoongi finds himself gritting his teeth, because over at the bar is Mr. Purple Suit Jacket obviously flirting with the girl of his dreams. Yoongi’s dreams! Not Hoseok’s - that motherfu—“You would think Hoseok would be more devastated right now since it’s his sister that just got murdered…” A newcomer says. It’s Kim Taehyung, bumping Yoongi out of the way as he flips his bangs to side, nodding confidently to Sana, “Hey. Kim Taehyung. Rich Wallstreet Man.”Yoongi grunts, moving away beside Chaeyoung.“We’ve met earlier, Mr. Kim…” Sana reminding him as she rises her brows.“Oh yeah, I know… I was just making sure that you caught my name… You seem to be ignoring me…”Sana pinches the bridge of her nose, murmuring something to Taehyung that makes him giggle.“So… Hoseok is Nayeon’s brother?” Chaeyoung asks, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand.“Yeah, he is,” Yuta answers.“They don’t seem close,” Chaeyoung observes.“That’s for sure…” Jae grimaces, uncomfortable by how close Hoseok is leaning towards the singer of his band. “Someone should really step into that…”“Yeah, I don’t think Y/N is feeling that at all,” Yuta comments, shaking his head.Yoongi is still glaring over at the sleazy man that was making his blood boil, when Chaeyoung nudges him to egg him on, “What are you waiting for, loverboy?”Yoongi doesn’t even excuse himself, stomping his way to the bar with purpose. He doesn’t even acknowledge anyone who turns to greet him when he passes by. That’s how serious this was.Yoongi butts his way in, smack dab in between the two, the back of his hand bumping against Y/N’s. He keeps it there, feeling the heat of her skin on his own. She doesn’t move away.Hoseok pulls a face, sneering, “Hey, man… I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you just kind of—”“Hello again,” Yoongi drawls to Y/N, hoping to allure her with the deep and raspy tone of his voice.It seems to have worked by the way she licks and bites her lip. “Hello to you too, Mr. Min…”She tilts her head and flutters her lashes at him causes the whole world to disappear. Yoongi gazes into her eyes, getting lost in them…And there is no doubt about it, she is also getting lost in his. A soft sigh escapes her parted mouth, her knuckles grazing his wrist gently.She didn’t have to say anything, but he knows what she is thinking. He is thinking it too.A very pointed cough breaks them apart.Though Y/N’s face falls at the rude interruption, she was quick to mask a friendly smile on her face like it never happened. Yoongi doesn’t make and effort to hide his disdain though.“Oh, how rude of me… Mr. Min Yoongi, this is Mr. Jung Hoseok…” She introduces the two of them.Hoseok grunts into his gin and tonic instead of a greeting, and Yoongi refrains from rolling his eyes.“Mr. Min writes for the New York Times and Mr. Jung…”“Is the President’s son, Im Nayeon’s brother… And yet he is here… Instead of trying to solve his sister’s murder…” Yoongi answers before Hoseok could.“Is that so?” Y/N questions in disbelief, just as Hoseok also says, “Dude, it’s not that s—”“Mr. Jung… I think they are calling for you over there,” the bartender relays, motioning to group where Hoseok’s crew is. Hoseok huffs in frustration, but nods. He tips his drink at Yoongi - a ‘you win this round’ - then sidesteps past him to get to Y/N.“I’ll see you later,” Hoseok simpers to her. It sounded a lot like a promise.“Okay,” Y/N awkwardly replies as Hoseok winks at her before walking away.With an empathetic grin, the bartender slides a drink to Yoongi. It’s his favorite, the same one he had ordered earlier this evening, but it doesn’t sweeten up his sour mood.Yoongi murmurs his thanks at the same time Y/N says hers, “Thanks Taeyong. For, you know, trying to help earlier.”“I wish I could have done more.”“It’s alright. He wasn’t that bad…”Taeyong holds in his chuckles, glancing at gloomy man standing in front of him.“I don’t think everyone feels the same…” Taeyong jokes as he wipes at the surface of the bar, then moves on to attend to the other guests, leaving Yoongi and Y/N alone.Yoongi heaves an exaggerated sigh when he feels Y/N settle down comfortably beside him. She leans over to peer at him, her arm brushing up against his. “Is there something bothering you, Mr. Min?”He takes a swallow of his drink, keeping the glass pressed lightly on his mouth when he answers her, “Must I even answer that question, Ms. Y/L/N…?”As she regards him - with him refusing to look her way - she worries at her bottom lip, before blurting out, “I apologize for earlier! I shouldn’t have said anything about your accent…That was… ” She pouts, shaking her head. “Horrendous of me.”When he whips his head to her, there’s an incredulous look on his face. “I— what? That’s not what I’m upset about!”“But you’ve dr—”“Look, I wasn’t getting enough hors d'oeuvres so I…”“Hors d'oeuvres? What?”“Nevermind… I just—” Yoongi rubs at his temples. “I’m just upset about the murder, okay? Devastated, actually.”“Oh,” she seems surprised when it dawns on her.“Aren’t you?” He asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously.“Of course I am!” She looks thoroughly appalled at his question.“But there’s also other things going on that is making this night a whole lot more complicated…” She continues, sighing. “Didn’t you come to this party with a purpose? We’re not exactly the type of people that usually get invited to things like this…”Right… Yoongi was supposed to get the scoop on Sunmi’s new restaurant. He had completely forgotten about that.“I’m sorry to be blunt… I’m sorry, I’m just saying all the wrong things…”“It’s fine…” Yoongi says, offering her a comforting glance. She appreciates it, grinning back. “You came here to get recognized by Kim Suho, right?”“How did you…?”“Jae mentioned it,” Yoongi quickly answers. God, he hopes she doesn’t think he is a creep.“Of course… That loudmouth…” She rolls her eyes playfully. “But yeah, we were. Suho has been doing so many interviews mentioning his new musical project and how he wanted some fresh faces and talent, so… Here we are! We though that we were so lucky that Sunmi and Seokjin always frequented Flamenco and invited us to perform tonight… But I guess…” She is smiling, but it is easy for Yoongi to see it was a sad one. “We aren’t so lucky after all…”Yoongi doesn’t like seeing her like this, looking so defeated.“It’s not too late,” Yoongi tells her. He tips his glass over to a group of men on the other side of the room - among them was the illustrious director himself. “Just talk to him. I’m sure he remembers you and would be honored to recruit you for his movie.”“You think so?” She asks, a hopeful gleam in her pretty eyes.“I know so. You’re incredibly talented, Y/N.”They share a small smile. The sweet one on her lips makes the beating underneath his chest stutter.Fuck… He is dying to kiss her.Wetting his lips, he knows he can’t - for many reasons - and she is grabbing her clutch off the bar table, readying to walk away from him once again. “Okay, I think I’ll go try my luck… Thank you, Mr. Min.”Although he was the one who encouraged her to go, he has the urge to grab her hand for her to stay and talk to him for a little longer. He almost does - his hand flexing to hold himself back… It simply lays limply at his side as he sulks an understanding nod towards her.As he was about to down his drink in one shot again - for the billionth time that night - he feels a soft and gentle touch wrap around his hand. He simultaneously freezes and melts, making his body ignite with electricity yet also calming it like a cool breeze.So many contrasting emotions, but it is just the way she makes him feel. He wouldn’t have it any other way.“I really hope we’ll make it through the night, Min Yoongi,” She says, squeezing his hand.“Yeah—” He clears his dry throat, so surprised by her sudden intimacy towards him. “I hope so too.”When she pulls away, her fleeting touch makes him miss her already even though she hasn’t even left yet.With one final tender grin his way, she’s gone.As soon as Y/N is lost in the crowd, Taeyong is in front of Yoongi again, sliding a plate his way with a wink.Nice… More hors d'oeuvres. “Everyone! May I have your attention please?” Sunmi asks, letting go of lifting up her floor-length red silk dress to tap on the microphone. The mic peaks, a shrill shrieking sound disturbing the room and destroys everyone’s eardrums, but at least she gets their attention. She giggles. “Oops, sorry. Sorry…”“It’s fine, darling! You’re doing fantastic!” Seokjin calls up to her in a stage whisper, his hand cupping around his mouth.Sunmi presses a hand to her heart, touched. “Thank you, my love.”Then she turns to the guests, features also turning serious as a heart attack. It's like déjà vu.“I know you’re all hoping that I’m up here to relay good news… But I’m afraid I cannot… The murderer is still at large and… Even more bad news… A second victim has been found…”Like everyone else, Yoongi starts to look around, trying to figure who amongst them is missing. His nerves are in tatters, searching for a face that he can’t ever forget.It’s can’t be her… It can’t be… He’ll make it his life’s work to personally end the murderer if they thought about hurting even one hair on her head…A sigh of relief escapes his lips when he finds her. Y/N and her whole band are safe, that’s good.Yoongi also takes into account Chaeyoung, Taehyung, Yuta, Sana, Yubin, and Nam—-Wait, where’s Namjoon? He’s not beside his wife.Yoongi starts to feel dread just as Sunmi opens her dark purple lips and says, “Park Jimin is sadly no longer with us… Such a talent, gone… In a blink of an eye… Let’s all take a moment of silence for him.”She bows her head and everyone follows along. A beat or two passes for the short memorial, then Sunmi has a final word before she gets off stage, “Remember, we only have until midnight.”Once again, the crowd disperse quickly, but this time, more frantic than before. There’s only an hour left until midnight, and after midnight, they’re turning the investigation over to the police… And that means everyone is going to be held accountable for being at this party.It must be because of the bottomless drinks he has had or maybe the anxiety of how the night will turn it out because of the serial killer roaming around, but Yoongi really needed to go the restroom.He charges to the men’s room. Although it is empty, he takes a stall anyway. He does what he needed to do, then stays in there to catch his breath. The peace and quiet a welcoming warmth from all the commotion happening outside.When he steps out the stall, he finds that he is actually not alone in the washroom.“Namjoon, there you are—”Yoongi’s voice dies in throat as soon as he sees the red gleaming on the small silver shiv that Namjoon quickly stuffs in his back pocket.“Hey man,” Namjoon’s smile is wide and friendly, his dimples deep, but Yoongi can tell Namjoon is sussing him out to see if he saw what he saw.Two can play at that game.Yoongi is as cool as a cucumber when he heads for the sink, washing his hands at a leisurely pace. “Hey… So… Jimin, huh?”Okay, so he sucks at this… Sue him!“Yeah, it’s awful… Uh…”At least he is not the only one.“Well…” Yoongi turns off the tap, shaking the excess water off his hands.“Well…”“See ya!”And Yoongi dashes out of there, with Namjoon yelling out behind him, “Wait, Yoongi! It’s not what you think!”Yeah, right! Does Namjoon think he is an idiot? Even though Yoongi had thought it was Sana first, she was present in the party area when Jimin was murdered. Namjoon, on the other hand, wasn’t present in the room when both Nayeon and Jimin went missing.Plus, when Yoongi was talking to him and Yubin earlier, he was pretty cagey about himself, not really telling much. Neither him nor Yubin were…Oh my god, what if Yubin isn’t even his wife?!He has to report this to Sunmi or Seokjin now!Even in the long back hallway from where the bathroom, kitchen, and stairs leading upstairs to the few apartments on top of the bar connects with the main barroom, he was already in search for either of them.Though he doesn’t get very far, as he gets yanked aside into a tiny broom closetHoly shit—! Fuck, fuck, fuck —“Yoongi! I - I can’t do this!” Namjo—No, it’s not…. It’s —“Taehyung, what the fuck! You can’t just— Wha— Are you crying?!”Taehyung nods, sobbing heavily, his fists grabbing the lapels of Yoongi’s suit jacket.“I can’t — I can’t turn her in… I - I - I love her too much!” Taehyung cries brokenly.“What are you talking about?! Turn who in— Sana?! You mean Sana?!”Taehyung nods again.Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to grab onto Taehyung, shaking him by his shoulders as he whispers loudly, “It’s not Sana! It’s Namjoon! I caught him in the washroom with the murder weapon! And during both murders, Namjoon wasn’t in the room! Sana was in the room during Jimin’s murder. Also Namjoon is real cagey about his job, like, he wouldn’t talk about himself lot!”“No, no, it can’t be! The killer is a woman!” Taehyung tells him.“What? Are you sure?!”“Yeah!” Taehyung then whispers something in Yoongi’s ear. When he pulls back, he concludes, “And that’s how I know it’s Sana!"Their grip on each other loosens as Yoongi mutters, “Well, fuck…”“Yeah…”Yoongi takes a moment to think about the big clue that Taehyung has told him then — “Wait… That could still be about Namjoon though… About Yubin! It’s about the two of them! They’re both the killers!”“I don’t know… That clue is definitely about m—”“Tae…”“Alright, fine! I guess it could also be about Namjoon…” Taehyung grumbles, petulantly crossing his arms against his chest. “So what do we do now? I don’t have enough courage to turn them both in…”“Neither do I…” Yoongi sighs, looking at the watch around his wrist. “And I only have three minutes…” Then he nods, determined to see this through, make it out alive. He is not dying at an uppity Upper East Side event. No fucking way!“Okay, okay. I have a plan! I’ll wait upstairs - because Namjoon is probably going to try and kill me because of what I’ve witnessed - and you find any one of the hosts, also Chaeyoung, and we’ll all meet upstairs with them and then we’ll apprehend those bastard killers!”Tae sniffs, frowning. “Don’t call them—”“Tae…”“Alright, alright!” Then Taehyung straightens up, fixing himself - his clothes, his hair, and the streaks of tears that have escaped his eyes. In just under a few seconds, he looks like Yves Saint Laurent runway model again.Taehyung opens the door slowly and discreetly peers outside, then looks back at Yoongi. “The coast is clear. No Namjoon… I’ll see you soon!”“Thanks,” Yoongi says, saluting him back after Taehyung does it first.They both leave the closet, parting ways. Taehyung goes back to the party while Yoongi heads to the stairways, heading up to the apartments.Skipping every other step, Yoongi is feeling giddy. He can’t believe it… He helped solved the murder! Him! The night started off so shitty, but here he is, solving a damn homicide!Oh, God, when Y/N sees him… She’s going to be so proud, she’s going to —He freezes at the top of the stairs, color draining from his face.Because right there in front of him, in the hallway of the second floor, is the girl of his dreams, on top of a man, straddling him with her legs on either side of his hips…From here, Yoongi could already see the purple of his suit.Jung Hoseok.Though by the way they are both dripping in scarlet and how she literally just pulled a knife out of his abdomen… Yoongi has nothing to be jealous about…You can’t be jealous of a dead man.Y/N still hasn’t noticed Yoongi, still somewhat turned away from him. So he steps closer towards her, slowly and carefully.As she wipes her brow out of exhaustion while she gets up from the floor, he reaches out, about to touch her shoulder. “Y/N…”She shrieks when she feels his soft touch, dropping the knife as she turns towards him. As they meet each others’ gaze, she clutches her rapidly beating chest when she realizes it’s just him. “Oh my god, Yoongi! You gave me a heart attack!”“It’s you…” He murmurs in disbelief, glancing around the crime scene, then staring back at her. Hurt, disgusted, a little bit turned on, he spits out, “You’re the killer.”“I…” She trails off, eyes watering, she can’t bring herself to lie to him. “I… Yes, I am.”“But why? Why would you do this?!” Yoongi demands the answer.“You’re ask me why I would do this?” Her tears are gone, replaced by a scornful gleam in her eyes. Angrily, her small hands balls up at her side - or as much she could with the acrylics on her fingernails - as she lifts slightly off the tiptoes of her heels to face him at his level. “Why wouldn’t I do this?! I want President Jung to feel the pain my family felt… The pain I felt… While the President was making $8.96 million every hour, my father worked at his factory everyday, beyond the point of exhaustion, only to be paid $20 dollars a day… And now my dad is dead, and there’s nothing my family can do to get him back… So…”“So you killed his children?” Yoongi whispers hoarsely. His head is spinning. This is all too much.Tilting her head, she smirks. “An eye for an eye.” Shrugging nonchalantly, she shows no signs of remorse. “Well, in this case… Four eyes for an eye…”“Four eyes… But what about Park Jimin?”“Oh, right… That one is unfortunate…”Collateral damage? A witness?“Park Jimin is the President’s…” She trails off, searching for the right word. “Mistress? Lover?”Oh... That's surprising... Damn, Park Jimin has awful tastes in older man. He could pick anyone he desires but he chooses the President?! The President is horrendous looking.But anyway...“Was the President’s lover,” Yoongi corrects her. “Until, you, you know, murdered him.”“Yes… Was…” Y/N murmurs, like she had forgotten. “Either way, he is just another person for the President to feel the pain of what he has done to the millions of family in this world… So…” She wets her lips, her lashes flattering, now appearing small and meek. “Are you going to turn me in or what?”He could tell she’s playing it up. Playing with him. She knows he’s attracted her. He hasn’t made it a secret.But is he attracted to her enough to let her get away with murder?Of course not! He’s not that easy or a bloody idiot!Suddenly, they hear the sounds chattering coming from the bottom of the stairwell. Yesss.... People are approaching! Even better for him to come out of this unscathed!Now she’s backed up in the corner! She has nowhere to hide! She’s screw—“Come on,” Yoongi is bending at his knees to grab Hoseok by his armpits. “Into that apartment.”What— What the fuck?!Y/N seems as shocked as his last few braincells are - perhaps even more. Her mouth gapes open and closed like a fish. “Are you… helping me?”Yoongi grunts, bouncing to hold the lifeless body more comfortably in his arms.“What does it look like?” Yoongi retorts, in jitters as he glances behind him. The voices are getting closer. “Come on, we don’t have much time…”With a swift nod, Y/N picks up the murder weapon then opens the door of the nearby apartment, holding it open for Yoongi to hurriedly drag the body inside. As soon they all get in, she closes the door behind them and turns the lock.They’re safe… At least for now.Much like a lot of New York apartments in this part of the city, this one was beautiful, but tiny. The room is open floor plan - a bedroom, living room, and kitchen all in one - so there’s nowhere to really hide the body except —“In here!” Y/N exclaims, pushing open the door to the bathroom.“A little help would be nice!” Yoongi calls out when she stays in there, maybe hoping to find something to clean herself up.“Oh, right!” She comes back, holding onto Hoseok’s ankles. In a count of three, they pick him up from the floor easily.From a distance, as they lift the body to carry it into the washroom, Yoongi can hear a beautiful melody starting to play from the speakers downstairs.
Wise men say,
Only fools rush in,
But I can’t help falling in love with you…
How ironic… Yoongi thinks to himself, glancing at the woman in front of him, covered in the blood of the man she had just killed, and yet his heart is pounding just as deeply as it did the first time he has saw her.
Shall I stay?
He must be broken. She must have bewitched him…
Would it be a sin?
As soon as they gently drop the body to the group, they exchange a look.Her dazzling smile and her captivating eyes…He stood no chance. Even crazier, he finds himself thinking he is willing to take the fall for her.If I can’t help falling in love with you… They leave the washroom together, closing the door for someone else to find the body later.“I… Thank you…” She murmurs, wringing her hands together. He just nods as silence falls upon them. Neither of them know where to go from here. “I… I should go. I’ve done what I came here to do and…”He nods again, and she opens her mouth once more, but decides against saying what she was about to say. She turns around for the door…
Take my hand…
Before she can even take a single step away, Yoongi swiftly reaches out to grab her hand.With a small gasp, she is being spun towards him, her chest crashing against his. Yoongi’s arm wraps around her waist to keep her there. She shivers in delight when she looks up to find him looking down at her. The hunger in his dark gaze palpable.
Take my whole life too…
“Yoon—” he cuts her off by leaning down and capturing her lips with his own. She moans, her eyes fluttering shut as her arms wraps around his neck to pull him down and closer to her.With a sigh from Yoongi, they melt into each other. The kiss is desperate, urgent… Like they are two lovers that have been apart for a long time and are finally reuniting.Maybe, that’s exactly what they are… Bonnie and Clyde in a past life… Because as soon as Yoongi parts from her delicious mouth for an intake of air, he is already missing her, and so he dives back in, not even a second later, to feel her again.Everything about her is drowning him in. Her scent, her touch, and even her soul surrounding him, and he succumbs to her like a lamb to the slaughter. Her tongue gliding across the seam of his mouth the blade.
For I can’t help falling in love with you…
“God, sweetheart,” His hands slide down her body, grasping onto her perfect ass to press her tighter against him, so she could feel how much he is craving her.A soft, sweet mewl escapes her when she grinds the hard bulge straining underneath his dark trousers. It ignites a fire inside of him.“Want you, baby… Want you so bad… Can’t stand it… Any longer… Gotta have you…” He murmurs to her, voice deep and rough, every pause a tender kiss upon her irresistible lips.His extremely evident desperation makes her bubble with a giggle, her smile like sunshine against his mouth. “My, my, Mr. Min… Aren’t you a wicked one? You want to have your way with me — here?” She pulls away slightly to flutter her lashes at him, her hands roaming down his chest, leaving the trail of ruby on his crisp, ivory white blazer jacket in the process. “When there’s a—” She gasps adorably, and he swears his fragile, lovesick heart almost combusts, “—dead body nearby? That’s so depraved, Mr. Min.”He had been smirking the whole while she babbled, so enamoured with every word she said. But his hand on the back of her thigh had also been doing a little exploration throughout it — slipping underneath her dress, roaming up to pull her cheeks apart to slip a finger, gliding it between her thighs… Only to feel her already dripping wet and not only that - completely bare.A husky growl emits from deep within his chest as his smirk falls. Pressing his forehead against her, he snarls as his fingertip spreads her essence along her folds, “If I’m depraved then what are you?”Her delicate hand comes up to cradle his face, her thumb pressing on his bottom lip, parting it open as she swipes a coating of fresh blood on it.“Absolutely—” She’s gasping, stuttering her words, both their mouths parted as Yoongi shallowly prods his fingers inside her entrance, her hot breath mingling with his own. She swallows in a moan, finishing her answer shakily yet with wolfish grin, “Twisted.”With another growl, he is picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. She bites and sucks along his jaw and neck as he takes them over to the bed by the corner of the room, kicking off her heels along the way.Dropping her down on the mattress, Yoongi is on her before she could even stop bouncing from the fall. While also simultaneously taking off his jacket to toss aside, he crawls in between her legs, his teeth and wet tongue grazing up along the sheer thigh-high stocking that still has dried blood splotched all over it. But he didn’t give a fuck, nipping and licking every goddamn inch. His calloused hands grasps the softness of her upper thighs where her skin isn’t covered by nylon anymore, pushing her dress up to bunch around her hips with her help, she lifts her butt up just an inch to make it easier.When he pushes her thigh open, her cunt makes a light, wet sound as it spreads. He moans at the sight of her. So fucking…“Perfect,” he murmurs, and then - without even a little ounce of hesitation - he buries his face into her dripping core, licking a broad and fervent stripe against her slit. Every skillful sweep of his tongue has her trembling under his touch. He smiles, his cock twitching at that fact, before he flicks the wet muscle that is working her into a frenzy right inside her.Feeling immense unimaginable pleasure, she screams out his name, her back arching off the bed. His hands grabs onto her hips - just above where her thighs crease - to keep her from squirming too much while he eats her out.She has no idea what to do with her hands. At first she grabs at her own breast over her velvet dress, then it comes up to fist at the pillow underneath her head, then it is down again to grab a fistful on Yoongi’s dark auburn locks, then she flexes it at her side - all that in a matter of thirty seconds… It is not her fault that it is becoming too hard to think because of the way he is sucking her clit like that.Finally, she decides to reach them both her hands down to where his were, intertwining their fingers together.She could feel him smile again at that, pulling back to press a sweet kiss on her inner thigh before diving back in to bring her into an all consuming shaking orgasm.Beyond her control, she rides his face throughout her high. Her hands squeezes his tightly as she jerks and cry out how good his tongue is making her feel. He happily suffocates, lapping up everything that floods out of her like it is his last meal.Only once she shows her telltale signs of overstimulation, that is when Yoongi pulls away. Untangling his hand from hers, he sits up on his knees, leering his dark and blown pupils down at the woman who he now knows he would do anything for… Like cover up a murder.It’s her smile, like the one she’s flashing at him right now, that will always tear down his foolish pride.Yoongi doesn’t mind being a fool for her.She sits up as well, leaning into him to murmur a thank you into his lips.While both of them try to catch their heavy breathing in between soft and tender kisses, he begins to unbutton his black dress shirt and she helps, untucking his shirt from under his pants and unbuckling his belt.“Keep on the bowtie…” She whispers, her smile brushing against his cheek.Brows furrowing, he stops for a moment, his head tilting in judgeme— curiosity towards her. “That’s… Kind of weird…”In a pout, she questions, “Is there anything about this that’s not weird?”He chuckles, nodding. “Okay, you have a point there…”So he keeps on the bowtie, even when all his other clothes come off.In return for his bowtie only look, her dress and bra came off, but she keeps on the thigh-high stocking socks and the garter belt around her waist it is attached to. Without any panties on, it’s a fucking look, and she wears it oh so well.But if she keeps up what she is doing right now… He might shred the thin material right off her out of pure agony.Stark naked, he is shivering under her as she straddles him, her knees pressed on either side of his waist. She’s playing with him, a devilish grin lifting her lips as she rolls her hips but her cunt is barely pressing on his hard cock that is curved up to his stomach. Growling, his fingernails dig into her thighs, puncturing crescent-shaped holes in the sheer black nylon.“Oh god… Baby, please… Need to feel you…” Yoongi groans, his head tilting back when he feels her press against him just a little bit harder than before. Still not enough, he is nearly in tears. He misses the feeling of her warm and tight cunt so much.“Mmmm, baby, but how much do you want me though?” She sounds so fucking gleeful knowing how wrecked she has made him.“You— you know how much… always want you,” Yoongi stammers, trying to lift himself up so he could kiss her again, but she pushes him back down with a small uh-uh, wagging her finger.When he pouts pitifully, she decides to ease up on him. Placing her hands on his blood stained chest, she begins to ride along his length with more fervor, Her arousal coats him sloppily, making it so slippery that she glides along his cock a little too far, and the metal pierced through the tip of the head of his length touches her hardened clit. She gasps, head falling forward at the spine-tingling feeling, and Yoongi chuckles sardonically. “That’s what you get for teasing me, sweetheart.”“Sh-shut up,” she breathes out with an airy chuckle, taking a moment to regather her bearings.Then with a confident glint in her eyes that she glares his way, she lifts up her hips higher, her hand wrapping around his cock to glide along her folds, her soft mewls filling the room.Biting his bottom lip in desperation to finally have her heat surround him, he feels her twitch every time his piercing touches her entrance.“Take your time, baby,” he tells her, rubbing soothing circles on her hips with his thumb. Although his body feels like it can’t wait any longer, Yoongi will force himself to. Her feeling good and comfortable is all that matters to him.Pursing her lips and shutting her eyes, she nods in acknowledgement, staying still for a few more moment. Then her mouth drops open to let out a slow and shaky breath of air while she also begins to gradually sink down and take him as deep as she could.“O-oh my goooood,” She cries when his piercing hits the deepest part of her. She starts to tear up - in a good way - the feeling of the little piercing inside her might be her favorite thing in the world.“That’s it baby… Fuck, you’re gorgeous… You always take my cock so well…”No, his husky voice praising her like this is definitely her favorite thing in the world.Her slow rhythm starts to pick up as soon as she starts bouncing on his cock. She rides him the way he likes it, the way that makes his heartbeat thud into a loud hammering and his eyes to roll back because of the heavenly sensation.Overwhelmed with the feeling, he starts pound into her, meeting her asscheeks with a heavy sound each time he thrust his hips up. Every pump inside her makes her cry out his name.“Oh god, oh god, Yoongi, baby— I’m gonna come— OH—”He opens his eyes, not wanting to miss out seeing her like this, so desperate to cum because of him. For him.Yoongi can’t believe how lucky he is as he stares up at her in awe - the way her tits bounced cutely with every rock of her hips, the sinful sounds and words that's coming out her pretty mouth, the way her cunt envelops his cock like they were perfectly made for each other, and lastly… He glances at the chain around her neck, holding onto the white gold ring that matched the same one he is wearing around his left ring finger.Yoongi reaches up touch it, a small smile on his face, and Y/N gasps softly because of the fond look in his eyes, her toes curling as she tightens around him like a vice. Yoongi swears he fell love all over again - he had never seen or felt anything better than this.Through her earth-shattering orgasm, she pull him up towards her by the collar of his bowtie, before closing the space between them with a passionate kiss.As his tongue slides past her lips, his head tilts to deepen the kiss. She moans, still slightly rolling herself on him, his hard cock still lodge deeply inside her.“Cum in me, baby… Want your cum so badly…” She says in between kisses.“Yeah?”She hums affirmatively, pulling the bowtie around his neck hard enough for him to feel slightly choked up.Well, this is new… Yoongi thinks to himself. But he kind of likes it.She giggles when he grunts and tells her to pull harder, his hands on her waist lifting her up and down his length languidly.Kissing his earlobe, she tells him, full of tenderness, “I love you.”It doesn’t take Yoongi very long to climax after that.She lets go of the bowtie - and Yoongi takes a breathe of welcomed air - as she wails and shakes because of the wonderful feeling of him filling her up to brim with his cum. His arms wraps around her, affectionately cooing praises in her ear, while she hooks hers under his to scratch lines down his back as she comes a final time. A small little thing, but it still makes her heart thump wildly with joy.Yoongi pecks her lips, his gummy smile wide, “I love you, too.”Oh, goodness, her eyes are teary again. She misses him so much. Going around this entire party pretending she doesn’t know him was so hard on her…Oh! Speaking of the party…“By the way…” She’s already snickering, so Yoongi’s brow lifts up in question. “You died while I was strangling you with your bowtie.”What…?Without parting from him, she reaches behind up to grab something from under the pillow nearby.Leaning back so she’s in front of him again, she shows him the card in her hand, a picture of a skull and bones with the words “KILL CARD” written underneath it.“Fuck…” Yoongi curses with a groan. “I was going to turn you in after this!”Her mouth parts in shock, slapping his chest playfully. “You motherfucker!”“Babe… You’re the one who just killed me while I was cumming…” He points out.Pursing her lips and looking off to the side, she mumbles, “In my head, you were already dead before you could cum…”“WOW, bitch!” Yoongi accuses, laughing so loud that his head is tilting back.She’s laughing as well, but in feign offence, she squeals, “Exsqueeze me?! Bitch— Do I look like a—”There’s a soft, hesitant knocking that shuts her up suddenly. They both turn to look at the closed washroom door.“Uh… Can I come out now?” They hear from the other side of the door.Oh shit… Jung Hoseok! They both totally forgot about him!Y/N gasps loudly, pulling off Yoongi quickly, the combination of her’s and Yoongi’s cum trailing out of her and thickly down her thigh. Yoongi groans at the sight, his fingers catching the end of the trail to bring it back up and inside her.“Stop!” She laughs playfully, pushing him away, but he sees the way she tightens her core to keep it inside her.“Hoseok, we’re so sorry!” She calls out loud, getting up from the bed. “We’ll, um, let you know when to come out! Please bare with us!”“Okay!” They hear Hoseok answer. “I’ll just be here… Waiting…”Y/N throws Yoongi a ‘hurry up’ look as she grabs her dress off the floor. Yoongi shrugs, remaining unbothered, not really caring about the man trapped in the washroom. But with a sigh, he gets up after his wife.Both of them start to dress but she’s definitely going faster than him.“You really like being babied, don’t you?” She teases, helping him fix the final touch of his outfit - his bowtie - after she finished dressing herself. He pouts, lips puckered towards her. She takes that as a yes. She sighs, rolling her eyes as a tiny smile spreads on her face, giving him a quick peck.As soon as they part, she quickly tiptoes to the washroom to open the door. Yoongi follows behind her, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks.Embarrassment twists Y/N’s stomach when she comes face to face with Hoseok, the man staring at her in pure disbelief, and so she babbles,“I’m so, so, sorry Hoseok! That was so awful of us! I can’t believe — I’m, oh god — We totally got…”“Carried way,” Yoongi finishes for her. And because he is only saying it for Y/N’s sake, he tries to sound as convincing as he could, “I hope you can forgive us. We didn’t mean for it to happen”“Uh… It’s fine…” Hoseok trails off, his face is bright red as he looks between the couple in front him. “So you two are…”“Married,” Yoongi answers sternly, so this fool could get it through his thick skull. Yoongi lifts his hand up to show the evidence of the ring around his finger, and Y/N does the same, now wearing it properly instead of it hanging around her neck on a chain.Adjusting his uncomfortably tight pants, Hoseok mutters, mostly to himself, “Damn… That’s pretty hot…”To get away from the uncomfortable situation, they all just kept silent after that, heading to front door to get back to the party.But before any of them could open the door, there’s a pounding on the other side of it.“HELLO?! HELLO?! THE RULES OF THE PARTY CLEARLY SAID YOU CAN’T LOCK YOURSELF IN ANY ROOM EXCEPT TO USE THE WASHROOM, SO WHO THE FUCK IS IN H—”When Yoongi swings the door open, they are greeted with an angry Seokjin, his mouth wide open in mid-rant. His face fall, eyes taking in the three fake blood-covered guilty looking people in front of him. From behind Seokjin’s broad shoulders; Sunmi, Chaeyoung, Taehyung, Sana, Namjoon, Yubin, and Im Nayeon peer over it, wanting to know as well what has rendered Seokjin speechless.“We… We…” Seokjin begins, trying to find words. Y/N winces, she could already see the steam coming out of his ears. Yoongi just smirks at his best friend, and that’s what sets off Seokjin’s bomb. “MIN FUCKING YOONGI! WE’VE BEEN WAITING ALL NIGHT TO CONCLUDE THIS FUCKING MURDER MYSTERY BUT THE THREE OF YOU DECIDED TO GET IT ON WITH FAKE BLOOD LIKE A BUNCH OF FREAKS?!”“Actually…” Hoseok intervenes, raising up his hand. “I wasn’t a part of the sexy times… I was just dead in the washroom…” Quietly he adds as an afterthought, “I wish though…”“YOU KEPT SOMEONE HOSTAGE WHILE YOU—” Seokjin looks past the top of their heads, to see the state of the apartment. “OH AND YOU SPILLED— WHA-WHA-WUHHH— FAKE KOOLAID BLOOD ON MY SISTER’S AND HER GIRLFRIEND’S VALENTINO WHITE BEDSHEETS?!”“Eh…” Chaeyoung shrugs from beside Seokjin, smirking over at Nayeon. “It’s fine… We needed a new one anyway…”“THAT’S NOT THE POINT! THE POINT IS—”“Y/N won the game!” Sunmi cheers from beside her husband, pushing past him to hug her best friend. “I knew you could do it!”Sunmi throws a playful glare back at her husband, still squeezing Y/N tight. “Let it go, Seokjin! Remember when we pretty much forgot to hide all the clues during our last Murder Mystery party because you wanted to try out the giant chocolate fondue machine?”“I remember that!” Taehyung says with a pout, his chin nestled comfortably on top his small girlfriend’s head, his arms around her as well. “I was so sad I couldn’t try it! Seokjin was hyping up it up for weeks and then the machine mysteriously broke right before the party!”Sana grins up at him. “But because of that… We tried something out with the cheese machine…”Taehyung giggles. “I love cheese now…”Everyone - except those two and Hoseok (who really has no idea what’s going on in the slightest) - groans in disgust.“Okay, okay, fine… I’ll let this go…” Seokjin mumbles, still glaring at his best friend but not in a serious was. Sighing, he looks down at his watch. “Well, it’s five past midnight. We should tell everyone the results…” He grins happily at Y/N, “Congrats, Y/N! I knew you would win!”“Thanks,” Y/N exclaim cheerfully while Yoongi scoffs, throwing his arm around Seokjin’s shoulder to pull him down to his level.“Why does Y/N get nice Seokjin and I get you killing me with your ugly stare?!”“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME UGLY, PUNK!”“Hey, hey, break it up you two!” Namjoon says, trying to get in between them, always the peacekeeper in their little trio. “Why are you two always like this?!”Nayeon shakes her head at the boys, then grabs her girlfriend’s hand. “Come on, I need to some more of that expensive champagne before the open bar closes…”“But that’s all you’ve been doing all night, Nay,” Chaeyoung says with a laugh but lets Nayeon pull her along. “See you downstairs, guys! Oh, and congratulations Y/N!”“Yeah, congrats, Y/N! I still hate you for killing me first, bitch!” Nayeon shouts over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at her murderer.“I’m sorry! I love you!” Y/N calls out, and Nayeon relents by shouting it back.Hoseok also leaves, congratulating the winner of the game as well.The eight friends stay up there for a few more minutes - talking about what happened that night - then they all head down together to rejoin the party.“So…” Yubin murmurs, locking her arm around Y/N’s. “Have you asked Yoongi about his awful put-on “Brooklyn” accent yet?”Lagging a fair bit behind the boys, all the girls start laughing when they hear this question.“That’s one of the reasons he only accumulated like 14 points by the end of the night while everyone else is up in their 30s… Jackson told me he gave him like 8 pity points because the accent was just so bad…” Sunmi remarks. “And so that means he couldn’t even have turned you in if you didn’t find a “Kill the Witness” card!”The rule was that a person needed to use up 20 points to accuse someone of the murders. Because of Yoongi's awful roleplaying, he didn't even have enough points to do anything. Not even ask questions for clues except for 'yes or no questions' - which were the lowest for 5 points. “That’s why Yoongi told Taehyung to find Chaeyoung! They thought it was you—” Sana starts explaining, looking at Yubin, “—And Namjoon. So they were wanted Chae with them to turn you both in with all her points.”“Namjoon was the private eye!” Yubin cries out, clearing her husband’s name of any crime.“You know Tae and Yoongi aren’t the brightest…” Sana jokes, and the girls snicker.“Also, did you guys see how poor Chaeyoung had to babysit Yoongi the whole night so he could get some points…” Sana continues. Y/N laughs at the irony, when it was Chaeyoung that Yoongi used to babysit back in high school when Seokjin had his football practice after school and Chae was only in elementary school. Oh, how the tables have turned.“She pretty much dropped her role-play persona to tell Yoongi to just drop the accent because Yuta was clowning him so much,” Sana recalls the conversation she was a part of earlier. “And you know how serious Chaeyoung is with her roleplaying characters!”Y/N shakes her, honestly speechless when she thinks about it, “I didn’t ask him, but… Oh my god, I still don’t understand… He is born and raised in Brooklyn so I just… Don’t know where that came from… But my god—”She sees Yoongi turning to look back at her, a gummy smile spreading when he catches her eyes. She giggles, a million flowers blooming inside her chest because of him, “I love that weirdo.” On the taxi ride home from the party, Y/N nestles her head in the crook of Yoongi’s neck, his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.The pattering of the rain outside and the content low humming of the love of her life is putting her in a peaceful state of mind. Although she's tired and her lids are drooping quite heavily, she is still feeling the high of the night.Her win as the murderer earned her ten ballots for the all-expenses-paid trip to Italy with Sunmi and Seokjin, and her completing her extra ‘task’ of getting Suho ‘the director’ to hire her band for his ‘new movie’ also earned her five more ballots. She won the final draw - with no help from Yoongi, who didn’t even complete his own secret task of asking Sunmi about her ‘new restaurant' to also get his name in the ballots - but since she adores him very much, she supposes she will still take him as her plus one for the trip…“Next time…” Yoongi murmurs softly, breaking the silence, but it’s welcome to her. His voice always putting her at ease. “We’re roleplaying as a couple… No more of this individual challenge shit…”She snorts, fatigue evident in even just that little sound. “You’re the one that told Sunmi it was okay…”“I know,” she hears him, and she could already tell he is talking in a pout. “…but I didn’t realize everyone was going to try and court my wife in front of me…”Through a yawn, she giggles, cuddling up to him in a more comfortable position. “You should have seen that coming… I’m pretty irresistible…”She feels him smile against the side of her forehead. “I know…”It speeds up her beating underneath her chest enough that she gets a little burst of energy. She sits up, turning to face him, lifting up her pinky for him. “Okay, we’ll always roleplay as a couple from now on…”With a small gummy smile, he nods, hooking his pinky with hers. “Deal.”“Also next time…” She begins, already biting her lip to stop herself from laughing. “Let’s work on your accents…”Yoongi laughs, leans closer to her, his nose brushing up against hers. “Shush you…”Then he is pressing his mouth on her lips, softly and sweetly, their pinkies unhooking to lace their hands together instead.And from there, in the backseat of that taxi, the two lovers kiss with their hands intertwined tightly, all the way home.