Red ↠ JENYONG

XII

I stare at my eye-catching self in the mirror. Johnny styled me again for tonight's meeting and got the same group of girls to do my hair and makeup. Those famous beauty bloggers didn't say a word or expressed any sort of emotion, not even curiosity, show on their perfect faces.

I truly do look stunning all dressed up. If I had a choice though, I would've never worn something like this. I was told weeks ago by Jaemin that there would be a meeting coming up, for all the higher-ups and gang leaders. It's a place to get connected to the underworld in the form of an extravagant ball because these high profile officials seem to just love classy expensive meetings.

Jaemin told me that for my first official debut as Miss Freak, I have to be the most striking one there. I have to be unforgettable, whether it's for my appearance or personality, I have to leave a lasting impression.

My appearance really did look spectacularly exceptional. Everything was bold red. Something that I would never wear. I've never liked the colour all that much, especially now. My dress had a simple design with no intricate design or anything of the sort, but it was the colour that made it remarkable.

It was a deep shade of red at the top, fading into a lighter shade. My jewellery were all made out of ruby and shoes, dark maroon red.

The makeup used was all red of course, but due to a majority of my face being covered by a mask, only the eyes and lips were being more focused on since it was the only part visible.

My lips were coloured with bright red lipstick and even my hair was dyed for this. It grows fast and with no time to cut it during these past few weeks, it grew all the way to my lower back, reaching my waist. I only bleached and dyed the ends of my hair though since my scalp is so sensitive I can't bleach it all.

Yes, I wasn't the one who initially wanted to go for a full red theme but I was the one who suggested colouring my hair. If I want to make a memorable impact, I might as well do it right. When I mentioned this before, Jaemin looked especially pleased. Shocking, I know.

I gently brush my hairs with my fingers and shuffle it around a bit more out of nervousness. There was going to be so many influential and dangerous people at the gathering, how could I not be nervous?! I stop playing around with my hair and pick up the delicate mask, laced with superior designing, obviously all in red.

I raise the mask and place it on my face, securing it using fashionable clips attached to the side of the mask. I lift the hair on the side of my head and clip it on. After making sure it wasn't going to embarrassingly fall off later and expose me, I let down the rest of my hair and adjust it to look more natural. I did the same thing to the other side and take a glance at the full body length mirror once more.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As I exhale, I slowly open my eyes again, but this time my gaze was more fierce. I straighten my back and lift up my chin arrogantly. I open the door and walk out to the stairs. I stand on top of the stairs and look down at the groomed men all lined up in pristine suits.

I let none of my previous nervousness show and instead, let out an overbearing aura of a rich noble lady.

People say that aura and charisma is something you have to be born with, it can't be faked. When I heard my teacher say this once, I agreed with him at the time, but now with everything changing, I couldn't disagree more.

Can't be faked? How laughable!

Charisma is merely an imitation of actions people view as oppressing while aura can be taught just by learning the etiquette of the elite world. The only difference is that charisma is what attracts other people to you and aura is what surrounds someone.

Miss freak is someone who has a ridiculous amount of both, making it hard for other people to be around her, but still can't help but be attracted.

I walk elegantly down the stairs, picking up the skirt of the dress to keep the hem of it from becoming dirty, whilst still holding a blank look. As I finally reach the foot of the stairs, an elbow from a certain red-haired man is outstretched. I look up slightly to meet his face, a bad mistake on my part.

Ever since that morning he declared I was going to join, I haven't seen him ever since. During the recent few weeks, I managed to make friends with a majority of the boys, learning that they actually have 22 members, including me. I haven't made friends with all of them yet but I've seen them all and know their names, but not once have I seen Taeyong

Maybe it was because of his lack of presence for the past week, that I noticed how well proportioned his face is. Especially with the moonlight shining in from the window, defining all his gorgeous features.

I snap out of my little trance and maintain a blank expression. I link my arm around him as we proceed to make our way to the limousine.

This time, Jaehyun, Johnny, Ten, Taeyong and I, were all seated inside the vehicle while the other guys didn't come with us and were keeping watch from the base.

Seeing the door closing, indicating that no one else is joining us in the car, the chauffeur started driving and Jaehyun pressed a button, making a heavily tinted black glass slide up, acting as a divider from the backseats and the driver.

Just when the glass reached the roof, showing that the chauffeur absolutely can't hear or see us anymore, Ten animately began talking.

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If you want more of an idea of Jennie's outfit and look I put it up at the beginning of the chapter. Thank you for reading, voting and commenting.