Apart from yours

Chapter 3

Somin was dressed up in a tight off shoulder black dress which was showing enough of her cleavage to blend in the crowd. Sora wore a backless dress which was just opposite of innocent according to Jae, with Jinyoung wearing a suit.

The bouncers were guarding the door but they got in smoothly because of their faces not known to the world.

Somin took a glance at the interior "They sure are fucking rich."

Sora rolled her eyes "You would have known that already if you would have looked them up a little"

Jinyoung hissed at them "You know the rule, we will meet in the parking in 2 hours," leaving them to be.

Sora whispered, "Just look for any group of seven or maybe obnoxiously rich people, then you are good to go"

Somin questioned, "What? do they always stay intact"

Sora shook her head "They are friends and mostly stay together. Now go"

Somin noticed the second floor had some rooms with a dim blue light only lighting the place. The space was guarded by bodyguards and she knew it was highly risky to go in there without knowledge.

She wanted to gag at the view infront of her. She was never a party person and absolutely despised it.

The elites swaying their body with the flow of music and some enjoying their drinks.

The dancers on the stage were hot and classy, wearing revealing clothes but not as much as she thought.

She thought out aloud "Fuck! Even the strippers are wearing less revealing outfit than me. Looks like i became a slut!"

"I think that's not it" She heard a deep voice.

She turned around with confidence, to hide her nervousness "Ah, thankyou for the consideration."

He chuckled, "I guess my pleasure."

She felt mesmerized by his beauty, "Actually now I am,"

What the fuck are you saying Somin, you are flirting with the first guy you met.Just shut up please.

He smiled, "I am glad. It seems our party was a success when such a beautiful person is enjoying it"

Wait, he is the owner. That sweet person who whipped me the second i landed my eyes on him. God is so cruel, i fucking had the hots for him.

She recovered from her internal debate, "I  will take it as a compliment. By the way, did anyone tell you that you are a very smooth talker"

He smirked, laughing a little "I hadn't but just now someone did"

His phone rang jerking him in process, "Oh, Excuse me i have to take it and i hope we meet again."

She smiled. You will soon.

The song changed to one of Somin's favourite one. She was quite tipsy after the drinks.

Her body started swaying with the beats on its own. She remembered how she loved dancing.

She was so much absorbed in dancing that she didn't notice someone people eyeing her hungrily. She felt people groping her but could not keep up because of her constant dance. She just wanted to dance without interruption.

She was flying away, her eyes closed enjoying the dance until she felt two arms steading her on ground keeping her from moving.

She opened her eyes ready to pound on the person stopping her but all she felt was someone arms wrapped around her harshly keeping her steady. She hissed "Let go,you fucker."

He pushed her a little from the dance floor, "As you wish," leaving her without a glance.

Somin looked back "What the fuck was that? Such a retard"

His voice, he had a sexy voice. Oh fuck, they both had a sexy voice.

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The car ride was silent, they didn't even get one clue and all that was left was to plan for the upcoming audition. Somin couldn't get over the owner, according to her, he was too hot to be a drug dealer. Although she had seen very fine men at their best, she still couldn't get over the fact that that type of men exist. She felt soo smitten by him that she was starting to feel hot.

She shook her head clearing her dirty thoughts of the drug dealer/ owner / hot / sexy with deep voice / flirt ..... and the never ending slash guy.

THE NEXT DAY

Somin was sitting in the waiting room and thought how the hell did she manage to get in the worst situation. Atleast the owner won't be here to judge dancers.

Her hands were sweaty. The fear of getting caught was growing on her nerves. She was wearing skinny jeans with a white noodle strip top and a jacket to top it off.

She was led to a hallway after her name was being called. She was led down the hallway, entering the last room. A table sat in the middle of the room covered with a fairly transparent curtain. She could make out that there were five people behind them but she could not see their faces.

She gracefully walked and sat on the couch. Failing at her attempt to hide her fear, she had goosebumps all over her body and she felt sweat forming over her neck. She tried her best to keep her head high.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. She heard the flick of papers  concluding that they were checking her fake resume.

The curtain were removed and one by one she felt her world flipping. She met their eyes feeling intimidated by each one of them. Their confidence made her feel smaller. She felt being stared upon as an object. Attempting to calm down, she closed her eyes and regained her posture.

The one on the most left commented "She has a lot of baby fat"

She almost glared at the red head but controlled her rage bottling it up.

She could see the others examining her.

The muscular one broke the silence "Which kind of dance do you prefer?"

She answered "Free style and contemporary"

He nodded "Then Jimin Hyung can check that."

"What about salsa?" The blonde sitting in the middle asked.

She kept her eyes on the wall avoiding any slip up "I have learnt it for about a year."

He replied "Good enough."

"What do you think Jimin-ah?" The same blonde asked the black haired sitting beside him.

"I would like to see freestyle" The black haired, most probably called Jimin replied.

The muscular one interjected "I would like to see salsa"

The red haired one smirked. She wanted to punch him. He had been ticking her off.

"She should give Yoongi Hyung a dance. What do you say?"

The one sitting on the right corner lifted his face. His poker face, his almost translucent skin, his cold personality. He was the only one who hasn't spoken. She took a better took and their eyes met.

She felt herself drowning from the fear engulfing her.

Jimin looked at her "Do you mind?"

She didn't wanted to create unnecessary problems so she had to do it.

She shook her head, no words coming out of her mouth.

The red head had a smug smile on his face " Then give him a lap dance," gesturing to the person sitting at the far right end.

Her heart jumped out of her body, when she looked at him, his eyes holding hers firmly into place, stopping her mind from thinking.

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I hope you enjoy. All the italics represent thoughts.