They didn't walk in, well not exactly. They came in on a canoe.
Sora's still insanely long black hair had been turned wavy by an army of makeup artists with straitening irons for weapons. She wore a red scarf-like top, and a fishing net type skirt. Her neck held a necklace with a large blue stone in its centre.
Taehyung was wearing a muscle suit covered in tribal patterns, making him look like an overly bulky topless warrior. He had an odd shark teeth necklace and a black, wavy wig over his head. On his legs were fake tattoos. The only thing he wore besides the muscly torso suit was a skirt made of palm tree leaves.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I present: Moana and Maui!
Somehow they had convinced the backstage entrance guard, a man who had been sucked into the strange childish happiness that surrounded the pair, into tying a rope to the front of the wooden oddity and pulling it behind him.
The room fell silent as the guard and the tip of the canoe emerged from backstage, a small clipping sound following them. By the time they reached the crowd, it was parting still silently, mouths agape asunder. It became apparent that Taehyung and Sora had raided a cleaning cupboard and had found two toilet plungers, which they were using as oars. The sound was the pair of them simultaneously sticking their plungers on the marble floor and pretending to row forwards, then unplucking their accessories from the floor with loud 'plops' that echoed throughout the ballroom.
Jimin suddenly pushed through the crowd, eyes wide and hair disheveled, causing the canoeing trio to stop. He took in the sight with his mouth agape, and then burst into raucous laughter. It's as if a spell had been lifted, and a roar of cheers took over the room, broken by pearls of laughter and giggling.
Music suddenly burst through the speakers, the DJ recognising a perfect start to a party when he saw one. Taehyung and Sora climbed out the canoe, grins blazing as they each high-fived their now sweaty 'conductor'. J-Hope then started dancing around them, Aquaman style, and soon the whole room had transformed from classic high-end reception ball to cheerful, loud, mad costume party.
Madness ensued, and soon Bangtan were everywhere she turned, dancing their few terrible moves, as is custom on dance floors. At least Namjoon was incognito in his robot outfit. People were starting to think he was a dancing genius already.
A finely manicured hand suddenly grabbed Sora by the arm and pulled her backwards, through the crowd and behind a large assortment of typical Korean congratulations bouquets.
Sora looked up, shaking off the hand and massaging her arm where the nails had dug in.
"I warned you little girl," Sunny snarled at her, all pretense of her lovely character gone. "I said to stay away from Kim Taehyung and here you are, in matching costumes no less."
Sora huffed, moving wavy hair out of her face. If this idiot couldn't be bothered to understand one of the best friendship stories in the world, she wasn't going to help her. Maui would damn her for sure.
"I'm not even flirting with him you dumb Barbie," she hissed back, trying to be the better person but failing miserably at rising above her level. "We're just friends, and you have no say in who Tae is friends with."
"Tae...? Tae?!" Sunny explained, stomping her foot angrily. "Don't ever call him that again! Don't even look at him, I never want to see the two of you in the same room or I'll ruin his career! I swear to God!"
Sora scoffed at the terrible sight of a flustered demon in front of her, arms crossed against her chest. The woman wasn't even dating him because he liked her; BigHit was the only reason the two of them were even involved! This all just felt like a joke. Then the succubus paused, patted herself off and smirked at her. A chill ran down Sora's spine, causing her arms to slowly unfold, her eyes squinting suspiciously.
"If you don't believe me, read this." Sunny continued, thrusting her phone forward for her to see.
The screen was lit up to show an unsent message, its little typing bar flashing as if to remind her to press the 'send' button.
[Sunny-Daebak's Phone <3 <3]
Dear Mr. Editor-Nim.
Thank you for last time! I've got a lovely article for you to circulate in tomorrow's news, you'll be very thankful~!
"BTS member Kim Taehyung revealed as a cheater and psychological tormentor by his girlfriend, up-and-rising sweet actress, Sunny Gee." Maybe you could include allegations that he is a sociopath...? It should be very easy to find convincing 'proof'...
I'll leave the creative stuff up to you~ Please call if you need an interview to make it more convincing!
Sincerely-- Sunny G. <3
Sora felt bile rise to her throat as she observed how disgustingly low this woman could crawl. For a moment, she wondered if the threat was real or if the succubus was bluffing. Then Sunny smirked at her and she gritted her teeth in response. Surely not, right?
"Want to know something even juicier?" the devil slithered.
"What?" Sora spat out, the ominous feeling settling into her stomach.
"Oh nothing much," Sunny answered in a breezy tone. "I'll give you one last chance to stay away, for Taehyung's own benefit..."
Sora wanted to snort but she kept it down.
"However..." Sunny smirked. "I have a little something I can do to help you do just that. Consider it a punishment, if you will."
She ended her little soliloquy by sauntering off and waving lazily, her back already turned to her. Sora watched as the woman_ who she noticed had gone with the 'slutty rich girl' outfit option_ pushed her way through the crowd, reclaiming her nice, kind character as people stepped out of the way, smiling, and she bowed and smiled back. Before long she reached Taehyung, and Sora could only watch through her Moses-like path through the crowd as she stepped right up to the man dressed as Maui.
Without pause, she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and pulled him into a deep, sensual kiss.
A/N
Author-Nim be travelling Korea like:
"DO YOU KNOW ANNYEONGHASEYO?!!"
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