Thrown & Twisted

Chapter 2

When Adeline woke up that morning, her head beat in sync with her heart in the excruciatingly painful dance people often called a hangover. If not for the need to be in her own bed, she would have pulled Yoongi's sheets over her head and fallen back asleep.

"Where are you going?" Yoongi moaned sleepily when he felt her body pulling itself away from his.

"I have to go home."

"No you don't."

Adeline groaned and turned to the man whose body her back had been plastered to.

"For one, I need a shower and more comfortable clothes. Besides, I have things to do today."

Yoongi reluctantly removed his arms from her waist, realizing that she was not going to change her mind. Adeline was a woman with a purpose, and the sky would have to fall from its place for her to change her mind.

"Alright, I'll call a cab for you," He began as she pulled her underwear on. "Grab my jacket, it's cold this time of day."

Despite the fact that it was spring, it didn't get warm until ten am, and that was three hours away. He couldn't risk her getting sick if he could help it.

"Thanks Yoongi," Adeline turned to him, zipping into her jumpsuit. "I'll see you tonight right? At the gallery."

He had completely forgotten about the event that night. The Bruhns were holding the first show for one of their new artists, and his mother had been invited, by virtue of which he had been asked to come. He didn't really mind, art was something he enjoyed. The one thing he did mind, however, was the fact that Adeline would hanging off Kim Seokjin's arm the whole night and that he'd have to watch them, unable to do a single thing.

"Yeah, of course. Cab's here," he held up his phone, and she smiled before she left, wearing the leather jacket he had offered her minutes earlier.

"Bye Yoongi."

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The place was empty when she arrived—Gaelle was probably with whoever had taken her home the night before. Her roommate was her friend, but there were a few things the two kept to themselves. The number of men they had been with was one of these things, and neither minded.

The crepuscule had the city drowned in shades of purple and red when Adeline stepped into her car and the driver began the trip to the gallery. She had slipped into a lace high-collared dress the color of red wine. Her hair was tied into a low chignon, and her makeup had been kept minimal. Adeline was satisfied with the way she looked. As the car drove through the city, she kept thinking about how the night would go: would the guests like the art? Would there be any purchases? She had participated in the setting up of the gallery for the event, and was worried about the release, as the artist's work was rather unconventional.

Many people seemed to think that she was another careless rich kid, but Adeline Bruhn was very aware of her future and was fully invested into making sure she would be apt to take over when it was time. A few of her schoolmates were more concerned about their upcoming roles in society, but many made the mistake of assuming she was ignorant of her future obligations.

Sofia Bruhn had always dreamt of opening her own art gallery, and when she met her husband, an art critic and collector (courtesy of his larger than life trust fund), it had been a match made in heaven. Years had passed and they were no longer college students, but owners of one of the largest modern art galleries in Seoul. Mujab was Sofia's as much as it was Oliver's, and they only hoped Adeline would love it as much as they had.

The car pulled up to the gallery after what felt like twenty minutes, and Adeline saw the cars whose occupants were stepping out of them much like she was doing. She noticed a few people from her classes and their parents making their way in, and as she too stepped in, she noticed a face she could literally recognize in her sleep. Kim Seokjin, or the man who enjoyed reminding everyone who would listen that she was his, even though no contract of exclusivity had been agreed upon. Next to him, in a black suit that looked like his, stood Namjoon, his younger brother. Having grown up with the two meant she could spot them anywhere, which was usually a good thing. Except she wasn't really all that keen on seeing Seokjin at that very moment.