venom

CHAPTER 24 | Like Brother, Like Sister

"Here's your signal. Start moving, Viper."

Taehyung's voice rumbles through the communication device positioned in your ear. A grin spreads upon your face. 'Finally.'

After your little dance with the R.I's boss, he disappeared into the crowd. You lingered and loitered around a bit more, keeping an eye out for any of your fellow members within the party, but hardly saw any; there's a lot of people here tonight.

Alas, you hear from Taehyung. He promised he'd give you the signal after the brief dance, and now he has.

Strutting and speed-walking towards the hallway holding the game room, you shove past people. Champagne glasses clink, partygoers chortle with joy and drink cocktails as they dance and converse. People try food samples, women who strive to maintain their thin bodies only staring at the food hungrily.

Hair bouncing over your shoulders as you plow through people, you bring your hands down to your long, flowing scarlet skirt. You fumble hastily with the silky material, aware of how to work it.

Carelessly and nonchalantly, you rip it off.

Jungkook, gratefully, had told you the skirt was detachable when you first tried it on. Not that it would leave you naked on your lower half, but instead would turn into a much shorter skirt.

And that's what it is. A short, flowing skirt that almost makes you sigh at how relieving it feels to free your long, slender and muscular toned legs.

Tucking your hair behind your ears, you finally make it to a clearing. People are scarce around this area, giving you brief nasty looks before returning back to their activities. You roll your eyes. 'Rich people.'

Alluring black nails on your fingers, you reach up to your communication device after ensuring nobody will notice.

"Tiger," you say lowly. "I'm at the hall where the game room is located. There isn't many people here, but I can see a couple of guards."

Around the area are men dressed clad in black tuxedos, sunglasses hanging over their noses and wires coming around the back of their heads like stereotypical action movie villains. Their faces are serious, unshaven and gruff as they stand tall on walls, corners, and over by doors.

'Sad,' you fake pout. 'They totally look like they wanna join the party.'

What really sets you on edge is the fact that any one of them could be apart of W.R.A.I.T.H — or none at all. Something about the abundance of guards here tonight intimidates you slightly, but you can easily work through it.

"Get past them," Taehyung barks. "I don't care how. You're our spy now. You should be able to figure it out."

You make a sour face. 'Who pissed in his Cheerios?'