Mr Ceo and his Mr Cat

Party Ohh no ~Part .1

POV...

The party was in full swing by the time they arrived, with music blaring and people chatting and dancing everywhere.

Taehyung and Yoongi walked into the party, their presence immediately drawing the attention of the crowd. Flashbulbs went off as media paparazzi tried to snap pictures of the couple, and whispers could be heard as people pointed and stared.

Taehyung kept a firm grip on Yoongi's hand as they made their way through the crowd, his expression calm and composed despite the flurry of activity around them.

As they walked through the crowd, Taehyung couldn't help but notice the stares and murmurs from some of the partygoers. He could see the jealousy and disdain in their eyes as they looked at him and Yoongi, and he knew that not everyone was happy to see them together.

Taehyung tightened his grip on Yoongi's hand, his instincts kicking into protective mode as he felt the palpable tension in the room.

Some of the people were more upfront in their criticism of Yoongi, their voices loud and derisive as they looked him up and down.

- "He's so small, he looks like a child."

- "I can't believe he's with Taehyung, what does he see in him?"

Mrs. Singh spotted Taehyung and Yoongi across the hall.

She quickly made her way over to them, her eyes glittering with malice as she surveyed Yoongi from head to toe.

Mrs. Singh pretended to study Yoongi's face, her eyes lingering on his lips as she spoke in a fake concerned tone.

"Oh my, darling, your lips look quite... bruised. Did you get punched or something? Or did Taehyung get a bit too rough with you last night?"

Yoongi felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment at Mrs. Singh's insinuations, his eyes dropping to the floor as he struggled to find a response.

"A..I-It's....u-umm ..It's...."

Taehyung, on the other hand, was furious. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles going white with anger as he tried to contain himself from lashing out at the socialite.

He stepped in front of Yoongi, effectively shielding him from Mrs. Singh's withering gaze.

"Mrs. Singh, I'd appreciate it if you could refrain from making such distasteful comments about my partner."

His voice was cold and cutting, leaving no room for argument or debate.

"I'm just being considerate Mr. kim no need to be in defensive mode just enjoy the part" said Mrs Singh as her gaze followed yoongi head to toe then she rolled her eyes before a rich lady approached her

(A WORD TOO FAKE FOR YOONGI's LIKING)

Yoongi was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable as the night went on. He felt like he was being watched and judged by everyone in the room, and the whispers and stares were making him feel even more insecure.

He tried to hide his discomfort as best he could, pasting a forced smile on his face and trying to appear confident. But on the inside, he was starting to feel panicky and overwhelmed.

"Tannie~

Taehyung felt Yoongi leaning in closer to him, the whispered to drawing his attention. He turned to look at his partner, his expression concerned when he saw the discomfort etched on his face.

"Yeah, Hyung?"

"Where are the restrooms 🚽 tae~"yoongi mumbled trying not to get much unwanted attention.

Taehyung looked around the room, scanning the area for the restrooms. After a moment, he spotted a sign pointing to a hallway on the opposite side of the room.

"They're over there, baby."

He pointed towards the hallway, then turned back to Yoongi with a worried expression.

"You okay?"

"Yup all good" said yoongi as he ran to the pointed place

In restroom 🚻

Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, his eyes fixed on his reflection. He looked at himself, hating everything he saw. The tight undershirt hugged his body, enhancing every imperfection and flaw.

He gripped the edges of the fabric, pulling it even tighter around his hips. The pressure was uncomfortable, almost painful, but it felt like a deserved punishment for his perceived failings.

Yoongi continued to tighten the undershirt, making it so tight that it was difficult for him to breathe. The fabric was cutting into his skin, leaving red marks where it pressed against his body. But in his desperation to hide his perceived flaws, he didn't care. All he could think about was making himself

His face was flushed from uneasy tightness embracing his hips and waist then his eyes fell to the cut on his lips he traced the lines of the cut and rummaged through the contents of his pocket, finally finding the small compact of concealer that he had tucked away earlier. He opened it up and began to apply it to his lip, trying to cover up the non-existent bruise that he was convinced everyone could see.

He smeared the makeup on his lip, feeling a sense of shame and embarrassment at having to hide his appearance behind cosmetics.

Out of restroom 🚻....

As Yoongi made his way back to the party, he was stopped by a man who appeared to be several years older than him. The man leered at him with a predatory glint in his eyes, his gaze roaming over Yoongi's body in a manner that made him uncomfortable.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" the man said, his voice low and suggestive.

TBC...

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