(Un)Happily Ever After {BTSxReader}

5. A Grand Ball

"So... how do I look?" Walking out of your giant walk-in closet in your chambers, your black Louboutin's click against the tile. They elevate you a couple inches off the ground, letting the dress you wear hover just above the ground.

It's a golden ball gown, layers upon layers making up the skirt of the dress. It's quite poofy, and it sways with each step. Strapless, lace overlays a solid golden bodice, and a black organza throw is lain over your shoulders, the thin, see-through material looking almost like a pair of wings set upon your back. And you feel pretty. But after years of needing it, you just want assurance that it's the right one.

"W-Wow! You look beautiful, Y/N!" Johnny smiles, taking your hand and twirling you around. He wears black trousers that accentuate his long legs, a white suit jacket hugging his lean torso.

"You look stunning, babes!" Wonpil kisses both your cheeks, leaning over your huge dress. His suit is all white, pristine and perfectly fit for him, and his sword that he must wear at official get-togethers is on his right hip, the side of his dominant hand.

"Absolutely stunning," Mark grins, taking both of your hands in his and looking you in the eyes. His suit is all black, including the dress shirt, but his tie and pocket square are white to match his husband's outfit.

"Bro, my dick is hard!" Jaerin shamelessly punches you in the arm, not afraid of you bruising. She also wears a ball gown, not as flamboyant as yours, but still a pretty rose toned one.

"You sure the mask isn't too much? I wish my parents would have told me earlier that it's a masquerade ball." The mask you chose isn't like any other. While it sticks to your gold theme, jewels and pearls and many other things adding to it, it fades to a black, velvety material with the same accents, just in the color of black. Most masks don't switch colors as drastically as yours, but the night is about you anyways.

     "That's my beautiful daughter!" Your mother comes walking into the room, her purple ball gown and mask not as dramatic as yours.

     "Ditto," your father comes walking in too, on his phone. He wears an all black suit, his tie and pocket square a deep purple to match your mother's dress. Purple and red are, after all, the colors of royalty.

     Of course, gold is only worn by the residing rulers of the land in which rulers are gathered in, but tonight, you're the only female who is aloud to wear it. Any male who does is a potential suitor for you.

     Gold represents love and compassion, but also courage, wisdom, and magic.

     Speaking of royalty, your ex-husbands were strictly advised not to come to the ball tonight, and you're really hoping they follow your orders.

     "Everyone has arrived, and we're just waiting downstairs for you, my Queen," Eleanor informs, bowing before leaving.

     "Ready to go?" Jaerin asks, smiling as you nod timidly.

     "Well, the elevator has yet to be finished being installed, so the stairs are our only way of passage, but remember, the ballroom's grand staircase is on the second floor, and you'll have to walk down that staircase to get to the first level, where the ballroom floor sits. So, get ready, because we have a good walk ahead of us." Wonpil takes your hand as he finishes talking, walking you out of the room as your entourage follows close behind. "Don't be nervous, Y/N, you look beautiful and everyone is here for you."

     He tries to comfort you as he holds your shaking hand. You nod, voice too scared to be used.

     As you finally make it to the grand ballroom entrance, you wait.