His Style (Suga x Reader)

Formal

(A/N) Just wanted to make a clarification for the next 2 chapters! Whenever the dialogue is in italics, they are speaking in English.

It had been about a week after the incident with all of the fangirls and my passing out and being taken to the hospital. I hadn't seen any of the members during that time and it was starting to take its toll on me. Maybe the director decided that he didn't want me anymore as Yoongi's designer? I sure hoped not... Even Jungkook hadn't been able to swing by and visit. If I had been fired, the least they could do was call and inform me!

No sooner did I think this, my phone rang from the opposite side of my apartment, causing me to flip off the covers of my bed as I raced full speed down the hall and into the kitchen. I swiped my phone off of the counter before answering it, trying to catch my breath from the sudden burst of energy.

"Hello?" I answered it, placing a hand to my chest as I gulped in several large breaths.

"Is this Miss. (Y/n)?" asked an authoritative voice.

"Yes, it is." I raised an eyebrow in question. Who the heck was this?

"This is Bang Si-Hyuk, director of BTS. I'm calling to inform you of an important event that will be taking place in a few days from today." He continued "BTS will be having a large dinner party to celebrate their debut in America and you are invited to assist Min Yoongi for the event as an escort and translator."

My jaw dropped. As soon as he had introduced himself, I was almost certain that he was calling me to inform me that I was once again out of a job! I nodded my head several times as he gave me the date and time which I scribbled down on my calendar, decorating the note with stars and hearts.

"We will have a formal outfit sent to your apartment within the hour, be sure to try it on and let us know if you wish for a different size." And with that, he hung up leaving me to squeal in excitement. "We will be unable to change the style, however, because it was made to match Yoongi's outfit for the night."

Not long after the call, there was a knock at the door and a moderate-sized dress box was left there. I carried inside, smiling excitedly. True, I didn't prefer dresses and skirts, but when it came to attending a fancy event like this I didn't mind going all out. I set the box down on a stool before lifting the lid, revealing a pile of gold packing paper. I took a deep breath before unfolding it, revealing the black fabric. Getting excited, I pulled the dress from the round box and gasped. It was beautiful!

The bodice of the dress started with sheer black fabric, practically see-through before meeting with silk black fabric. The sleeves fell off from the shoulder and there was a slit in the tight fit skirt at the thigh and the back of the bodice was that sheer fabric with a large oval down the back to expose skin. I gulped as I admired the intimidating dress. It was short and sexy. The director had told me that this event was a black and white formal, so this dress would certainly be acceptable.

I tried it on and found that it fit like a glove, clinging to my natural curves, the length of the skirt stopping above the knee. I felt so exposed, but I could tell that the dress flattered my form. This made me wonder what Yoongi would be wearing... Certainly, he wouldn't be showing much skin.

I discarded the dress and changed back into my baggy hoodie and jeans, feeling far more comfortable. They had included jewelry and a small hand wallet to match the dress, but I didn't dare pull those out until the arrival of the event. Feelings of excitement began to flood through me as I went back to watching K-drama, though I could hardly pay attention to any of it.

It was the night of the dinner party and I wasn't sure how to feel anymore. True, I was still very excited, and yet, at the same time, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and nervous. I was going to be surrounded by many famous, rich and well-dressed people, all of whom would be looking me up and down in judgment as I escort Yoongi, or as he would be known tonight, Suga. The very idea of it was daunting and made me feel sick to my stomach.