Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)

The Dinner Party (part one)

You haven't been to a dinner party in years, and it's not something you usually enjoy; sitting around with a bunch of strangers, making small talk and smiling at bad jokes. You've been too busy with your acting career and have taken the last three years since you landed your first role to take every role offered to you, that is until you became successful enough to finally get to be choosy.

You'd only been on that level for the last 8,9 months since your hit drama started airing. Suddenly everyone wanted you to be in their projects, without even having to audition. Some even swore they wrote the roles specifically for you and it's nice to be flattered, but you are skeptical of their sudden interest. You do think your acting has gotten better, and you've honed your own style, but you could easily erase most of your first two years of work from your memory, as most roles were largely forgettable. It's not so easy to erase them from the internet where they live on Netflix to keep tormenting you late at night when you're searching for suggestions of what to watch next.

Your friend told you this was a party you couldn't miss. There would be people there you would want to meet and who would change your life. It sounded very alluring, particularly the secrecy of it. There are a few directors you would gladly laugh at stupid jokes to spend time with, and maybe even a producer or two who could give you access to the scripts you really wanted to see come through your 'letter box'; feature film scripts, dramas. Working in television pays incredibly well and gives you a huge amount of publicity and offers for endorsements. For months now, your face seems to be on every magazine clutched by tiny hands with long red nails in salon chairs across Seoul.

But work in television in a big city in a small country isn't the pinnacle of your career ambitions. You know that the next big role is around the corner, just around the corner, so here you stand, nervously ringing the doorbell to a luxury flat in Hannam-dong, wondering if you will know anyone at all at this party. You're already late. You spent too long getting ready but it didn't help that your driver copied the address down wrong and spent too much time trying to read through the invitation you sent him earlier to find the correct address. You don't even have a name. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves. You're an actress. You can do this! You paste on your smile and ring the doorbell again.

A moment later the door is opened by a woman who appears to be on staff. She's wearing a gray, formless shirt with a white collar and skirt that might as well be a box, it has no shape, no definition. She is not dressed to be a guest at a fancy dinner party. She lowers her eyes, as though she recognizes you, and bows her head, stepping back to allow you to come inside. You step into the large entryway, and can hear the sounds of people, many people, talking and laughing nearby, but out of sight.

"I'll take your coat please," the woman says, holding out her hand to you. You regard her curiously, wondering where she will take this coat; a Louis Vuitton hooded wrap. You remove the coat, placing it gently into her arms, hoping she knows it's probably the most expensive thing you own, and she scurries away without another word.

You look at yourself in the hallway mirror, adjusting your hair, putting a windswept lock back into place. You look over your form in the skin tight silver sweater with the high collar, it's woven with sparkly threads that shimmer in the hall lighting and you hope it's dressy enough to look right for a holiday party. You smooth the black leather skirt that accompanies it, checking that the zippers, running from the hem down each side of your hips and your legs, are both zipped all the way. They're designed to be visible, but you don't want them to come open and expose too much of your thighs. You give a quick pucker of your lips, moistening them, and you nod at your reflection, pleased. This is the role you know well; swanning in, effortlessly beautiful, and capturing everyone's attention. You follow after the voices towards the dinning room and are surprised to see so many people already seated. The large open room is flanked by floor to ceiling windows looking down onto the city lights below.