her | 그녀 (bts au) | ON HOLD!

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"But what if he ignores, it. You know how he gets, he doesn't care for the rules so he's gonna-" 

"We will make sure he doesn't. We have a reputation and he knows that. We're the Royals, we have at least a little power, even if it isn't so much political," Namjoon whispered harshly cutting off Jungkook's anxious ramble. 

It was now March, making it now the day before the ball and everyone has grasped the reality of how tantalizingly close they were to the date that they thought was going to come slower. The month of February went normal, well as normal as normal could get in a house full of 7 vampires and a rumored angel. Luna at that point still trying to get the journals back but gave up after a week when she realized they probably were never going to give them to her. She is still formulating a novice plan of her own to try and get them back herself, but time proved to be against her.

However, as of now, they were freaking out and panicking while Luna was drawing on some scrap paper that she found with some half-used pens with her headphones in. She was sat at the coffee table with a placemat under her paper since Jin insisted that there would be pen marks on his 'precious mahogany', even though Luna was pretty sure the table was make out of oak. Luna wasn't listening to her music loud but was rather humming along when she felt necessary with the occasional head bop or just staring off into space to really feel the music. The pen glided over the paper to create an outline for what Luna could hopefully shade and color at a different time as it would make her feel like she actually created something. Her mind was on a track of what line to add next instead of her what seemed like impending doom in only 24 hours. 

The 7 males were all seated whispering behind her, stealing glances when they could as she continued to focus on her drawing. 

"Did you text Nova yet, about you know, everything?" Jimin asked Namjoon his eyes wide and his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth.

"Yeah, I did. Don't worry about it, she said she'll be here by 2 tomorrow," Namjoon replied, rubbing his forehead in a form of stress. He just hoped that Nova would be true to her word about being here by 2 tomorrow, she's notorious for never showing up on time. 

Nova.

Nova is their oldest friend from way back in the day. With them all being around 5 centuries old, it really was a test against time with their friendship. She knew each of them to their fullest extent and has been loyal throughout the years, or rather centuries. Nova is what one would describe as a flirt, always wanting to make someone flustered no matter the gender, it how she had fun living her eternal life. She has never dated, she just couldn't find someone who captured her interest for too long, her attention always drifting to play with someone new. Nova was extremely attractive, no one could deny that about her. Her hair was long and dark, always curled to perfection which complemented her pale, never blemished, her complexion completely beautiful. She had a dainty nose with plush lips and unique purplish brown eyes that always seemed a bit intimidating when you stare at them for a little too long. Her eyebrows were straight and dark practically feigning innocence at first glance, but she always found a way to quip them in a suggestive manner. And despite her record and painfully good looks, none of the boys have fallen for her charms, making their friendship unbreakable. 

It was growing later, the time now surpassing 11 and the sketch that Luna was working on was close to being finished, it now resembled a male with lazy posture and a devilish smirk on his handsome face. She had no idea how she had gotten it into her head to draw something so realistic and so out of the element of her usual cute little animals or innocent looking people. She even utilized cross-hatching-- a technique she never thought she would be needing in her hobby of drawing-- to add texture to his clothing and shadow. Luna hoped to add color to her sketch since it seemed a little lacking in that department for her liking.