A new girl group is kept secret under bighit entertainment. Not even bts know about his girl group. When bang PD dies suga buys the company and finds out big hits secret weapon ,and even more he finds love.
"You passed your monthly evaluation congra...
Alarm bells went off as Yuna started leaning over to get better access to my lips. My eyes filled with pure horror. Is she ok? Right now, I was questioning her mental state. My eyes went wide, unable to do anything as she came closer and closer. Silent prayers rang in my head as I begged for something to happen that would stop her. Then, as though a divine being had heard me, I found some sort of strength and put my shaking palms against her shoulders, pushing hard. She didn't go far, but that's all I needed to escape, grab my coat and run.
The cool night air brought shivers down my spine. The 1 AM sky was bleak like a set of curtains cutting out every bit of light. The brightness was looking for a way to make it past the dark but the dark always won. There was no escape. I don't know where I was; I didn't care. I just kept walking, looking for a shelter of any sort. My phone was at the dorm along with my keys and my purse. The only money I had on me was a £10 note stashed away secretly in my pocket. I kept walking until distant music filled my ears, flowing through one side and coming out of the other side. The mixture of sounds played on my mind as I followed the it, curious to where it lead to. I was like a lost child, following the sound of the pied piper's flute from fairytales. (Sound familiar?)
The music lead me to a night club that lit the whole street up. Many guests filled up the space inside, making it cramped and stuffy. Suddenly, my throat felt dry and my mouth was screaming out with the croaky need of water. I guess a drink won't hurt, right?
Walking into the club, I instantly saw the bar. It was a bit hard not to miss as a guy who was dancing to a Jay Park song. A soft giggle left me as I approached the bar, nonexistent from the pounding music. The guy, who was clearly drunk, just stared at me as I sat on the stool, waiting to be served. He instantly crawled down and sat down next to me, still staring like a creep.
Ah, fuck! I had makeup on and it's probably running all down my face. He probably thinks I'm some zoo panda that lost its way. Deciding to forget about him, I turned to the bartender, waiting for him to turn around. And like God heard my prayer once again that evening, he turned around and, to put it vaguely on how he looked, let's just say I was thirsty. His muscles ran up and down his body, his uniform barley fitting him due to his arms, the thick limbs looking like they are going to jump out and scream 'surprise' in my face. His chestnut hair was gelled back, his tanned skin made his green, gentle eyes pop out. His jawline could cut me.
"What can I get you?" His rough voice let out, making my body shiver in pleasure.
"W-water, p-please." I stumbled out, still in shock. He turned his back on me, not phased by my stuttering words as he showing me his well-defined back through the shirt, sending me into a fit of internal fan-girling.
And that's when I felt it.
What exactly? Predatory eyes seeking its prey, watching my every move, waiting until I make a move so it can pounce. My eyes dart around the room, looking for anyone, or anything, until my gaze land on the VIP area, where my scanning orbs meet spine-chilling, inky eyes.
I gasp in fear, my own eyes widening. My gaze leaves his own interlocking stare so I can get a better look at his face to confirm my undesired suspicion. Sure enough, and much to my dismay, my fears are correct. His pale face, red lips, and white hair stand out like a zebra. He moves his head to the VIP entrance and nods. I knew what he wanted, but I'm not that stupid and with that, I shook my head to say no. But nobody ever says no to Min Yoongi.
His eyes held a deadly murderous glint, and his look has enough for fear to crawl up my veins and make my heart pound. I was about to obey his wishes, when the creep sat next to me placed a hand on my thigh. My head snapped up; my face twisted to disgust.
"So baby, how about we do it around back? I heard they have some nice rooms." He slurred in his drunken state. If it were even possible at that point, I felt my expression turn even more mortified than it was before as his intoxicated breath reached my nose, the crude scent making me pull back. Just as he was about to grab me, a glass of water was thrown at him making him splitter and shake in anger. He was raging.
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT YOU CUNT!"
My head turned towards the line of fire, eyes landing in the bartender. He looked so unfazed by the drunks scream. His gaze turned, looking at me with sympathy. Huh? I didn't get it at first.
But then in a blink of an eye, a loud bang occurred, sending people ducking and screaming in fear for their life. I was about to do the same, when a body fell on top of me. Wait no, let me correct that.
A LIFELESS BODY FELL ON TOP OF ME!
He had a clear shot in his head, and his empty eyes stared into mine, sending me into a fit on panic. Pushing the dead body away, I breathed heavily in my state of fear. Tears pooled in my eyes, body trembling as I prepared for an escape. My breathing began to get shaky and my palms became clammy. Two feet were stood in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on the memory that has stained my mind. My eyes were blurred as fresh, salty tears fell down my face.
"Tut, tut, tut - such a waste of water. I thought you were better than to waste precious things." A figure then came to my face level.
I grabbed my sleeve and rubbed my eyes of any tears to get a clear look at the person in front of me. That's when my world stopped.
Micheal kors watch? Check.
Channel purse? Check.
Gucci dress? Check.
Cherry? Check.
There she stood in a short black dress with claws rather than nails. Her hair was chaotic and her face was a painting of a 3-year-old.
"Hey doll, glad you could make the party." With that sick smirk of hers, she grabbed my hand, pulling me into the unknown.
Author note Hey, guys another chapter. Goodness! It's always scary writing these things, you never know what going to happen. If your reading this, thank you for giving this book a chance. Also, TXT debuted yesterday! Let's wish them a successful debut and not compare them to BTS, please!
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Lol idk who this girl is but she's killing me 😂
Question: who's your TXT bias? Thank you guys again xx
