***Time Skip***
Da-Won looked frantic, racing back and forth to fix every minor detail on the models before they hit the runway. Dez watched her work magic, straightening collars and cuffs, smoothing out wrinkles until everyone looked perfect. Once Da-Won stopped long enough to breathe, Dez came behind her for a hug.
"Stop being nervous," Dez giggled, squeezing Da-Won's waist, "Everything is perfect. Everyone looks amazing."
Da-Won sighed, leaning back on Dez a little, "I know. I just just want this to go well."
Dez let her go and turned her to look in her eyes, "Pre-orders are through the roof, projected sales are incredible, everyone looks fucking fantastic, and you," she rubbed their noses together cutely, "Look like a angel."
"I'm just so nervous, I can't help it!"
"You want Jimin to fuck you in the bathroom?" Dez waggled her eyebrows, "It's his specialty."
"And mess up his hair?" Da-Won asked incredulously, "Besides, he already offered. He's a kinky little shit." She smiled warmly, "I'd rather just get through this, even if it kills me," Da-Won admitted, "And get to tonight."
Da-Won slipped her hands around Dez's waist, pulling them closer together before giving her a deep kiss. Dez responded by cupping her face, letting the taste of their lip gloss saturate the kiss as they stood together.
Their relationship had been developing over time, after Da-Won and Jin became official. Dez hadn't ever really considered herself into girls, but Da-Won's personality and easy nature got to her as they spent time together. The conversation about dating came up casually, and they agreed they wanted something more between them. They had been out on dates, with and without Jin, and were very touchy with one another, but hadn't crossed over into having sex yet. This was going to be their night. After showing off the collaboration between their companies, they were going to celebrate and take the next step.
After a few minutes of kissing that made Dez feel like a 1000-watt light bulb, they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
"Ladies," Namjoon coughed nervously, "These pants are feeling a little too tight as it is. If you could not..."
Dez smiled and giggled against Da-Won's lips, finally breaking away to fix her lipstick before turning to the boys. They looked like a whole buffet, each dressed according to his style in the new clothing line. Namjoon looked like the comfortable boyfriend he was, wearing layers of soft tans and browns with loose jeans and hemp sandals, while Jin was his exact opposite in a crisp suit with contrast stitching and a silk shirt. Yoongi's high turtleneck and casual blazer was the conservative version of Jimin's deep v-neck and jacket over their matching ripped skinny jeans. Hoseok was done up in new hip-hop fashion, slick enough to classy but fresh, and loose enough to able to dance at the drop of a hat...which he would if asked. Tae was ethereal in layers of gauzy material, looking every bit expensive as he was, while Jeongguk's tight white shirt and even tighter black pants made him look like he was about to ride into a scene on the Outsiders. Dez's mouth watered as she gazed at the guys, Da-Won letting out an audible gasp.
"You just get to, like, pick any one of these delicacies to bring to your room, whenever you want," she breathed out, eyeing Jin especially hard.
"You have more options than you think," Dez whispered, "If you're into something casual." She laughed, her voice teasing, "But your brother is looking decidedly fine today."
"Gross!" Da-Won laughed, pushing Dez away a little, "Don't make me change his outfit. I'm sure I have a burlap sack around here somewhere."
"Won't matter," Dez laughed fully, "Face it. You're blood-related to a sex god."
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Fanfiction"We want to date you." "We? We who?" "We, us! All of us!" "You're joking. This is crazy! I'm your boss!!" **__**__**__**__**__**__**__**__**__**__**__**__** I DO NOT OWN BTS, THEIR LIKENESS, OR ANY PROPERTY OR PERSON UNDER BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT! I ha...
