euphoria | knj √

21: trivia: seesaw.

I'm tired of this repeated seesaw game."

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Rein met with the costume designer the next day and was pleased to find out that she was a friendly woman who still had a passion for her work.

Rein arrived at 6:30 AM on the dot once again, still trying to keep her eyes open as the costume designer handed her a hanger. On it was a lacy bodysuit and a black silk blazer, pastel flowers adorning the sides for extra flair.

Rein held it up and raised her eyebrow.

"Is this... What I'm supposed to wear?" she asked, looking the piece of clothing up and down. It was black and a little sheer in some areas, the neckline lined with floral patterns and dipping to the end of her breastbone. She never would have picked out for herself even in her wildest dreams. However, she wasn't opposed to the idea of wearing it.

"Along with this," the costume designer said, handing her a pair of lace-lined stilettos and a shackle collar, with at least three feet of chain attached to it. Rein held it up, trying to keep the shock out of her face.

Is this a BDSM marketing tactic...

"You should try it on to see if it fits," the designer added with a smile, gesturing to the nearby dressing room. "I will help you with the collar when you come out." Rein nodded, hesitant. The outfit wasn't what she expected, especially from BTS. She had expected something much more modest or bright, like the direction Bighit was going in until now.

Sex sells, I suppose.

Rein went into the dressing room and slipped into the bodysuit and blazer, looking at herself in the mirror. It fit to show off as much cleavage as possible, and it flattered her curves nicely.

She strapped on her heels and walked out, holding the blazer around her front in a bashful manner. The costume designer clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling as if to signal that everything was coming together perfectly.

"Oh, yes. Very, very good," she said as she looked at Rein from different angles. Rein pursed her lips, looking around for anyone she recognized. The boys had gone into the dressing rooms before her, holding white and black suits.

She tried to hide her anticipation, but the costumes were her favorite part of a music video, and it would be fun seeing the boys in formal attire.

Kim Namjoon in a suit.

Can I shut off my brain for, like, one second?

Rein started to look around for a chair to sit in when they came out.

They were fallen angels, exalted devils who were clothed in velvet, embroidered silk, and flowing blouses that were sheer in all the right places. Her breath hitched as her eyes fell on Namjoon.

He had shackles on his arms and dragged his chains behind him with a grace she was almost envious of. He sported black, tight pants and a black suit jacket speckled with silver paisley designs. The others wore variations of the same color scheme, reminding her of a dark garden of thorns.

When Namjoon spotted her, his eyes widened, looking her up and down. He wasn't discreet about his surprise.

"Rein... You..." he sputtered, searching for appropriate words to say in his head. "The, uh, hm," was all he could say. Rein laughed politely, trying not to cringe at the awkwardness between them, which hadn't gotten any better after the day before.