Surrender Me // BTS & KTH 21+

06

Now the other members were looking between Taehyung and me, confusion etched on their faces. Even Namjoon looked stumped.

"You were her, weren't you?" Taehyung growled. "That girl in the mask."

Jimin broke our stare-down by laughing. "No way," he giggled. "The girl? The one who messed you up so bad you couldn't see straight for a week?"

My mind flashed back to that night.

I snapped the garters into my stockings, feeling foolish. I reminded myself I needed this gig. It paid well, and Jisoo had gone to great lengths to get me on the list. Still, I found myself wishing I could snoop around while wearing more clothing. The costume they were forcing us into consisted of nothing more than a lacy leotard teddy, suspenders, garters, and sheer tights. High black stilettos graced my feet, along with white fabric cuffs on my wrists, and a white collar with a small bowtie at my neck. The mask completed the outfit, two bunny ears protruding from the top. I was surprised they didn't add a fluffy pom-pom tail.

"Girl number 7," the organizer snapped. "Hurry up and get to the kitchen. They need servers."

I stood and walked to the kitchen, several of the masked waiters ogling me as I passed. I picked up a tray of hors d'oeuvres and headed towards the event room. Several people, especially men, picked the appetizers off my tray as I offered it to waiting groups. Everyone was in masks to conceal their identities. Several were likely prominent members of society, their only illegal activities being accepting invitations to these auctions, but I hunted for something more. The sellers. The ones who actually stole the Bleeding Heart.

It was the world's largest red diamond, cut into a heart shape that weighed at 5.42 carats. It was stolen only a month ago from the Kang Diamond Corporation of Busan, and I'd been following breadcrumbs of rumors and dark web chats since.

Sensing the end of my journey, I walked around, searching for them. Bangtan Sonyeondan. At least one of them had to be here to accept the large amount of cash they'd be getting. A small stage stood at the front of the room where the diamond in question rested in a locked glass case. I noticed several security guards milling around, also in masks. My tray emptied, and I walked back to the kitchen as the organizer called for everyone to sit down so the auction could begin. I didn't pick up a new tray. Instead, I walked briskly down the hallway, glancing around to see if anyone noticed where I was going. I slipped through a door to backstage, hiding in the curtains to watch the auction's proceedings and hopefully catch a thief.

"I don't think you're supposed to be back here," a deep voice said from behind me.

I started, turning to see a man standing there, arms crossed. His mask was ornate, white with gold swirls surrounding the eye holes. It was cut diagonally across his left cheek so his mouth was exposed, but the rest of his face was shielded. The suit he wore screamed wealth, although he had no tie on. Everyone else was dressed to their finest in tuxedos and gowns. Where did this guy get off?

"I know, I just... wanted to get a closer look," I said lamely. "I've never seen a red one before."

He chuckled, amused. "I would think not. They're the rarest color of diamond."

(Short A/N Time: SMUT WARNING. The next few paragraphs contain some light smut and sexual themes. If you don't want that in your life, please skip until you hit the stars and butterflies.)

The man drew close to me and I let him. Something about him made my nerves tingle with anticipation, and I decided to follow my instincts. As he stepped into the light, I noticed his hair was a bright blonde, neither shaggy nor short. His mouth opened in a smirk, white teeth biting over his perfectly pink bottom lip. The mask did nothing to hinder his gaze due to the intense color of his chocolate-brown eyes.