Red Carpet, a Taejin FF

Time skip: The After Party, 11PM, Taehyung's POV:

- You had changed clothes again, and despite just wanting to go home and break all of your possessions, you knew you had to go to the stupid after party. If you didn't, it would look really bad and start all kinds of stupid rumors.

- Jungkook and Jimin had made you do a couple of shots, and then went off to go dance, leaving you alone at the bar. It had helped you relax a little, but not enough.

- You could just see Jin about 10 yards away, surrounded by people and looking like he was having a very good time. His new white button-down was so oversized that it made him look tiny, even though he was the same height as you.

- The straps on the stupid harness your stylist had put you in felt too tight all of a sudden, and you tugged on it a little. The room was too loud, you needed to be in peace and quiet, if only for a few minutes.

- Hopping off the bar stool you were sitting on, you feigned calm as you quickly walked across the giant club towards the bathrooms.

- You said hello to a few people who stopped you along the way, but finally made it, shutting the door behind you and basking in the near-silence of the pristine dark bathroom.

- Actually, it was more like a lounge, the bathrooms were off to one side, and then a small room with a few couches to the other. The whole place seemed to be deserted, so you walked to the sink, washing your hands with cold water to try and clear your mind.

- The noise from the faucet meant that you didn't hear the sound of the door opening quietly behind you.

- The room went dark and the smell of cedar overwhelmed your senses as a pair of hands covered your eyes. You felt someone's chest pressed against your back, and you froze.

- You remembered that smell from the red carpet earlier. "What the fuck do you want?" you asked, keeping your voice even and managing to continue washing your hands, despite not being able to see.

- "Aren't you going to congratulate me? Everyone else has," Jin said, using that sing-song tone again. You felt his breath on the back of your neck and forced yourself not to shiver.

- "I think you've had enough then, don't you?" you replied as you turned the faucet off. His hands were still over your eyes, so you just spun on the spot and used his stupid button-down to dry your hands.

- He glanced down momentarily at what you were doing, before resting his hands on your shoulders and giving you an annoyed look as he said, "This shirt cost 6,000 dollars! It's not a towel!"

- "Does it look like I give a shit?" you replied coolly. You had no idea why he was here and were angry at him for even speaking to you, but you just gave him you signature calm stare instead of showing it.

- "Clearly not. Who dressed you? A dominatrix?" he asked, and you could tell he was suppressing a laugh. Nobody insulted your fashion, and especially not a trumped up little shit in oversized Chanel.