(Y/N) POV:

I stare at myself at the mirror torn between exasperation at letting Mi-sun unnie have her way and being trussed up, at her mercy as her eternal doll or fond amusement when I see her beaming at me, her own make-up done and yet to get dressed but she's focused on my reaction. On my verdict.

"I love it. Thank you." I say sincerely and turn to hug her, her arms wounding around me to squeeze me tightly.

"You look beautiful. Own it my love." She whispers in my ear before releasing me, glancing at the clock before she hurriedly unties the knot to her dressing gown, revealing her underwear-clad self to me as she rushes to pull on her dress, tight, hugging her curves and gliding sensually across her skin.

"Do me up?" she asks, turning to reveal her exposed back, and I nod stepping forward and carefully gliding the zip upwards, the shape of the dress making itself known when it stops slightly low, revealing a generous expanse of smooth honeyed skin.

"Done." I say, patting her back. She nods, stepping forward to thread delicate earrings into her piercings, the light catching on them, drawing attention to her face, to the fierce gorgeous beauty she is. She's intentionally done her hair up, loose tendrils escaping to curl enticingly against the slender curve of her neck, the nape of her neck exposed, allowing for eyes to linger and draw down.

"Maybe someone will get lucky tonight." I muse, eyeing the image of seduction she makes. 

She grins, satin lipstick lips spread wide.

"I don't know...you might be stealing all the eyes tonight." She says, turning to run an appreciative eye over me, over the mastery she's done with the clothes, hair, and makeup.

I shake my head.

"Not planning to. I'm going for the dancing, and to see which poor yet lucky soul you draw in tonight." I tease.

Mi-sun unnie wouldn't even need to try to get someone.

I know and she knows just how well she draws eyes to her, how to move to entice and how her sweet saccharine smile is enough to trap someone in the essence of her.

But if that's how she likes blowing off steam, how she likes losing herself and all her worries for some time, then that's her choice. Even if she returns to clamber into my arms the next day, tucking herself in small- makeup gone, mask gone and once again my sweet unnie who just like us, hurts.

There's a knock at the door.

"Knock knock." Habaek oppa says as he opens the door entering looking completely at ease in the clothes Mi-sun unnie dumped in his arms and told him to wear.

He too like Mi-sun unnie seems to embody desire, tall muscled frame captured perfectly in the clothes he's wearing. He fills the clothes perfectly, the shape of them moulded to his long legs and muscled torso and arms.

He looks great.

And even though he knows it given the nod of approval Mi-sun unnie gives, he turns to me- softness in his eyes, momentarily shattering the mask of the handsome, desirable profile he pulls of well.

"Well?" he asks, awaiting my verdict silently.

"What's it look like without the leather jacket?" I ask curiously.

He grins, shucking it off for me to see.

And in that moment I pity the ones who'll be lured in by his beauty tonight. Because under the leather jacket, he reveals to me a devastatingly sinful image. Torso hugged by a mesh top, revealing his well-maintained muscled torso, enticing glimpses of his warm skin. And not only that by the top is sleeveless, revealing those shifting bulging biceps.

I feel like I'll have my hands full tonight.

"You'll knock them dead. Looks like I'll be having to bat off your admirers all night." I sigh, shaking my head and shooting him a smile.

"Nope!" he says, the p popping off his lips, drawing attention to the subtle and barely noticeable sheen to them.

He roves his eyes over me, I do a small twirl for him when he motions for me to and shakes his head, a frown on his face.

"Let's cancel. She'll be swarmed all night." He says, voice pouty and huffy.

"You know I only have eyes for you two. You owe me several dances." I say warningly, pointing a finger and laughing when his hand reaches out to capture my wrist and tug me towards him. His hands fit around my waist and scoop me up to twirl me around, beaming when I laugh and clutch at him.

"Of course cherub. You can have all the dances you want. I won't stand for being thrown to the wolves." He remarks, a pact formed between us in that moment. Because it seems like he's not interested in finding someone to share the night with. So we'll keep each other company.

And as far as clubbing outfits go, it's not the most extreme of outfits she's chosen and the glimpses of skin it gives are far less than the generous display that both Mi-sun unnie and Habaek oppa give. And it doesn't glare and scream for attention either.

I allow Mi-sun unnie to add earrings to my outfit, to spritz us with perfume before her and Habaek oppa whisk me away between them, driving us out to a club in the slightly more upscale parts of the city- a street that's lined with top-end clubs.

"That one." Mi-sun unnie points out, the bright sign attracting attention in the dark night, the heels give me a boost to my height, doesn't make me seem dwarfed as much by Mi-sun unnie and Habaek oppa and when we enter the club, the sound of the music booming out over speakers, the dark and dimly lit large space and the crowd of bodies reminds me that this is it. This is the sea of bodies we lose ourselves in, forget ourselves in.

This is where we come to forget.

And we slip into the mass of bodies, moving forward to navigate our way through to the bar first- where Mi-sun unnie always like having a drink for luck before moving in to dance.

I shake my head when she looks to me if I want one, I seldom ever do. I can't remember the last time I drank. And Habaek oppa, as my partner-in-crime for the night sticks with me and orders mocktails instead- bright drinks that are a fruity blend and slip easily down my throat. It's Mi-sun unnie who ventures into the fray first, shooting us a bright smile as she heads in, easily and fluidly mingling, proud and confident as she dances alone, a short while is all that's needed for her to begin drawing admiring eyes, both to her alluring form and the sweet unbothered look on her face.

Mi-sun unnie would've drawn just as many eyes had she not been a siren, her alluring ways tugging and reeling in anyone who dares to set sights on her. As a siren it could mean that those not even attracted to her as a female would also find themselves under the lure, the need to move close to this source of temptation. And I see that it's a mixture of both men and women who shift towards her, whose bodies turn to this goddess form.

I smile when Habaek oppa shoots me an exasperated sigh, a roll of his eyes.

Because it'll be a long while until she chooses someone, if she even does choose someone to share the intimacy of bodies and a bed tonight. This is her just getting warmed up.

And when we finally finish our drinks and have spent some time observing Mi-sun unnie's tactics is that Habaek oppa stands up, tall frame broad and intimidating, sweet and familiar to me as he holds his hand out for me.

"First dance of the night?" he asks shooting me a warming smile, one just for me.

And I smile and nod, sliding my hand in his and carefully sliding off the stool to let him lead me out into the throng, into the centre of the dance floor.

And it's as easily as she had ensnared them in her beautiful silent ways that Mi-sun unnie continues to reel others in, the first lucky person of the night beckoned by a generous sway of her hips and coquettish smile.

"How do you want to dance?" Habaek oppa asks, head bent towards mine so I can hear him clearly.

I shoot him a challenging smile.

What types are you offering? I sign, moving back a bit to show him..

He shoots me a teasing knowing smile before bending his head towards me ear again.

"I can do slow and sensual, I can do ballroom, waltz or I can try and move along with the rhythm of this quick beat." He says teasingly, eyes soft and joking.

Hmm...whilst I adore doing a waltz him, I sign that now's not the time nor place.

He pouts cutely.

"But I also do a mean tango." He offers jokingly.

I shake my head beaming at him.

He sighs, smiling as he settles his hands securely around my waist and begins dancing with me, hands tugging me close so we're sharing the same space- the two of us lost in our own world as we move to the rhythm of the beat.

The world fades away and this time the music does too. It's the rhythm of our souls as they intertwine further, reaching out across centuries to meet in this space.

His eyes are soft and the closeness of our bodies, the way he cradles me into him is simply love. Not platonic. Not romantic. Love that exists between the three of us, that exists beyond reason and cannot be comprehended or described.

And then there's the feeling of a body pressing into my back, invading and crowding in my space, a body draped over mine, and I would've panicked had it not come accompanied with a familiar scent, one I was wearing on my own skin, and the hands that had teasingly run across the exposed skin of my stomach had not been familiar to me as my own. And if it had been a stranger Habaek oppa would've reacted.

"You're dancing all wrong the two of you. It left me no choice but to come over and fix your dancing skills. You'll turn people off." She teasingly quips, words brushing against the shell of my ear as she speaks, peering at Habaek in front of me with a reproachful look.

I turn and smile, seeing the sweet loving smile on her face, the look that never fades no matter how alluring and seductive she appears to the world- she's the same person I've spent lifetimes with.

Her hands teasingly brush again across my skin before looping around my waist, lower than Habaek oppa's which skim the tops of it. Hers sit low on my hips.

She leans forward to speak into my ear.

"Dance like you mean it darling. Dance like you own the dance floor." She whispers, voice low and sweet and demanding.

I also note the challenge in it.

And when I turn to look, there's fire and that challenge flickering in her eyes; silently pushing, waiting.

I shoot her a smile before nodding.

And this time when we move, it's in time to the low thumping beat and the sultry lyrics and melody, swaying my hips and allowing Mi-sun unnie to guide my movements as she moves closer- the flush state of our bodies familiar and safe. Because it's someone I know. Because it's simply the three of us having fun.

And then almost tauntingly, Habaek oppa shoots a silent look of laughter and tugs me more firmly against him, our bodies pressed together and the warmth of Mi-sun unnie disappear for a few moments.

"Two can play at that game Habaek." She coos, leaning in again; the two of them sandwiching me together as we continue to move.

I feel heated stares on us, know that the way the three of us are moving so closely and intimately together, it must make for quite a scene.

And when the song ends, unnie steps back murmuring a 'that's how it's done (Y/N), so proud of you' in a voice that's lilting and sweet before she allows herself to indulge with the nameless figures again.

"A drink cherub?" Habaek oppa asks, voice soft and gentle when he leans to speak in my ear. I nod, smiling when he steps back; shooting me a look that is thanking me for coming with them tonight, for dancing and having fun with them.

He makes sure I'm sitting down on a stool first, hands pushing at the hair that hangs over his forehead. His face glistens with a slight sheen and he discards his jacket, smiling when I make grabby hands for the large jacket that smells so intrinsically like him, and pecks my cheek as he drapes it around me.

"I'll be back in two." He says, shooting me a final look as he moves closer to the slight bustle where people are ordering.

And I train my eyes on his broad back and tapered waist fit tight in that mesh top- arms out for display and note several admiring eyes linger on him, note interested women step up close and trail hands over his arms, squeezing appreciatively.

I smile. Maybe it'll take him longer than two minutes. 

I relax into the jacket, tugging it around me, no longer able to feel the penetrative stares that trailed across my skin, no longer pinpricks of heat that burn and scald me.

And someone brushes behind me, a hand trailing over my shoulders and I lean forward, allowing them space to move but the hand squeezes at my shoulder and the person behind it moves in front of me. Taking the vacant seat in front of me isn't a stranger though. It's a very different yet very befitting dazzling outfit clad Jungkook. The deep wine red of his jacket catch both the lights as they cast a glow on him as well as several eyes but he smiles softly as he looks at me.

"(Y/N)...how are you?" he asks, voice still soft and gentle and familiar.

But I found myself lost in the sight of him, taking in the fitted jeans, glimpses of skin given by the rips in his thigh, at his knees, note the white slightly transparent shirt under the jacket and the way his facial features pop out- demanding attention, holding me there.

When did my soft muscled bunny turn into this? I wonder.

KOOKIE POV:

"Hyungs too much." I huff, slapping away their hands gently but Tae hyung and Jiminie hyung grin, Tae hyung pinning my hands down as Jiminie hyung continues waving his magic wand at my face- adding shadow and sparkle to my eyes.

"You look stunning Kook, the hyungs will want to keep you home instead." Tae hyung breathes, eyes hooded as he looks at me, standing tall over me, looking at me through lowered lashes.

"Does it make you want to keep me home hyung?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist and tugging him in close.

His hands rest on my shoulders, fluttering up to cup my cheeks, drawing my head up to look at him properly.

"Oh Kookie...if I wasn't so adamant in celebrating your success, you wouldn't have left this room all night, or my arms for that matter." He says, eyes burning across my skin with delicious tingles.

"Don't even Taehyungie...I didn't spend all these efforts on him for not to show him off prettily. Such a beautiful baby Kook." Jiminie hyung says, pressing a small kiss to my glossed lips before drawing me up, tugging me out of the room insistently despite Tae hyung's huffed protests and whines that follow after us.

And true to Tae hyung's words, the hyungs look very close to abandoning the idea and had it not been for Jin hyung and Hobi hyung leading me out between them then our plan to go to a club would have been abandoned.

And when we arrive, the bass and sultry lyrics welcome us, the hyungs pulling us into the centre, splitting off into small groups to dance. Jin hyung tugging Tae hyung into his arms, hands possessively splayed across the bottom of his back, Joon hyung moving to sandwich him between them. Hobi hyung tugs Jiminie hyung into his arms and leading him away with dark burning eyes.

Yet I still startle slightly when I feel Yoongi hyung's large hands not splay around my back but settle on my waist, under the jacket and feel the warmth of his fingers seep through the fabric, his eyes dark and loving and possessive as he moves me towards him, his presence dominating and towering, making me feel cherished and safe in his arms.

And though Yoongi hyung isn't known for willingly dancing, he still to appease me allows me to guide him through small moves, swaying with me and tugging me close when I move and sway- his eyes darkening and lips thinning.

"Don't dance like that Jungkook-ah." He warns, voice low, sending warm tingles to fan out when his hands possessively tighten.

"Why not?" I ask, pouting at him.

His face softens, his gums just slightly peeking through as he gives me a soft smile, at the way I stop moving to look at him.

"Or that." He says now laughing.

"Why not?" I ask.

"You're just too precious." He says, shifting close to brush our lips together lightly before moving back.

And just as we're about to continue dancing, the others shift back in close, a small huddle of our bodies as we move together now. But even as Jiminie hyung's hands pull me back into his chest, firm and confident as he guides us to move together, bodies flush I find my eyes taking in the countless nameless faces, everyone dancing and moving together when my eyes catch on a familiar face. Habaek. Tall and easily recognisable as he moves assuredly, swaying with someone in his arms, face expressing contentedness and happiness as he moves, seemingly lost in thought.

I smile, eyes drifting to meet Joon hyung's who shoots me a sweet dimpled grin, eyes appreciative as they run over me and I welcome the heat of his stare, allow it ignite the embers the lick across my skin and pool heavily in my gut.

And it's as the music changes, a beat and melody inviting us to move closer, switching to dance this time with Hobi hyung and Jin hyung this time. I throw my head back when I feel lips kiss the nape of my neck softly, guided back to rest against Jin hyung's shoulder as Hobi hyung crowds into that space, kissing up my jaw.

"Pretty baby." He murmurs.

And as I lift my head, feeling the heat of their bodies sandwich me deliciously, my eyes blindly search for something, and then freeze.

Blink several times to confirm if what I'm seeing is real.

I straighten up, feeling my lips part in shock.

Because not too far away from me is Habaek but the person he's dancing with is a very familiar face, revealed when she tilts her head back to peer at him, (Y/N)'s side profile revealed. Elegant beautiful lines of her face that draw me in. And then I feel something in my chest constrict when suddenly she's flushed between two bodies. Torso pressed into Habaek's and another body intimately draped across her back, two sets of possessive claiming arms on her waist and hips.

Mi-sun, (Y/N) and Habaek.

And I can't deny that they don't make an enthralling image. Can't deny the magnetic urge to keep looking at (Y/N), at the way she sways enticingly, hips flush against two others and moving, swaying- a silent beckoning call.

"Kookie what is it—" Jin hyung asks, voice reverberating against my back until he follows my line of sight and a muffled choked sound escapes his lips.

"Is that..." he tails off.

"Who? Oh wow...(Y/N)." Hobi hyung fills, all three of us drawn to the silent yet mesmerising sight of (Y/N) dancing, confidently, assuredly, body following the sultry rhythm and owning it.

I watch as Mi-sun and Habaek move closer to her, desperate to have her even more tightly against them and feel some part of me twist at the sight.

I can't stop greedily drinking in the sight of her, finding my eyes tugged there and held there- in this silent powerful call that makes the music fade out, that makes me focus on nothing but her.

"She looks stunning." Hobi hyung says, voice deep and smooth and just a tad bit...breathless?

"Wow...I...um, she looks beautiful. And so happy and bright. That's some presence huh?" Jin hyung says, voice faltering a bit, trying to mask the awe with a light comment.

No...this isn't that presence as a dancer who performs. This is a different powerful presence, that comes with confidence and comfortability in her own skin, with being with ones she's close to just as I am with the hyungs.

Suddenly the air feels thick and hot and heady, stifling and cloying, making me desperately try and breathe some air in, throat feeling parched.

And it's in front of our eyes that the song ends, and Mi-sun moves away moments later, lips pressed close to (Y/N)'s ear. And the intimate casualness with which Habaek leans in, tall frame bending to her smaller frame, the two of them heading off the floor.

Snapping our attention from the sight, from where they had stood and owned the dance floor- several eyes turned to them, dancing both as if they had control over this world within the club and yet almost as if they had no awareness of it- lost in each other.

Hobi hyung's eyes are dark and wide when he turns to me, skin glistening attractively, throat bobbing. And I slip free of the two of them, clutching at my shirt to move it, trying to fan myself to feel a bit cooler.

"Go get a drink Kook-ah." Jin hyung says, squeezing my waist with soft concern.

I nod and slip away, smiling and brushing past Tae hyung with a peck to his cheek, heading to the bar.

And see (Y/N) sitting on a stool, legs swinging with an almost childish innocence as she sits, seemingly waiting for someone, hair trapped within the confines of a large leather jacket.

I move towards her, easily navigating through the bodies. I don't know what compels me to reach a hand out to her shoulder to move it across as I move around to join her, squeezing it lightly, noticing she moves forward to let me pass. And see the surprise on her features when I step in front and take the vacant seat.

"(Y/N)...how are you?" I ask, the din slightly quieter here, allowing my voice to reach her easily.

I don't know how I manage to keep my voice level and calm, when I feel my heart thud and twist and flip when I see her, at the way the makeup doesn't drown out her features but enhances them. She seems to glow, face radiant and beautiful and eyes soft and sweet, satin lips parting in a dazzling smile.

She looks so devastatingly beautiful; it aches I think.

Note that the eyes that turn to us are glued to her.

I don't know why I find myself yearning to be close to her, find myself wanting to sit with her.

Don't know what name to give the small flip my heart gives when she smiles and gives me an okay sign- asking me if I'm okay.

I nod, she nods too- and again I'm distracted by the darker rose shade of her lips, full and pretty.

But what I do know is that when a male figure steps forward. Body firm and toned, muscles rippling through his mesh top as he sets a drink down in front of her, back to me as he looks at her- I find a feeling of frustration and annoyance shoot through me.

And when he turns, revealing himself as Habaek- the man I'd just seen her dance with, the feeling of jealousy begins to bubble through my veins.

(PART 1 OF THE CLUB SCENE BECAUSE WHY NOT?? LET'S HAVE SOME SIZZLE SIZZLE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER TOO! I HOPE THE CHAPTER DIDN'T OUTLINE MI-SUN AND HABAEK AS ONES ROMANTICALLY, SEXUALLY INTERESTED IN (Y/N). NOT THE CASE. BUT THEY TEND TO DANCE WITH HER AND SHE'S COMFORTABLE WITH THEM. SO JUST PUTTING THAT OUT THERE. AND OOF! KOOKIE WAS ALREADY HAVING ENOUGH TEASING TORMENTING FROM HIS HYUNGS AND ADD GORGEOUS BABY SIREN INTO THE MIX TOO, BAM! FIRE. AHHH!! I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER WHEN THE OTHERS WILL SEE HER TOO BUT I HOPE YOU CAN BEGIN TO SEE THE CRUSHING GROW. JINNIE'S LOST FOR WORDS, HOBI IS AWED AND KOOKIE IS JUST SMITTEN. LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS TOO! AND I'VE ADDED IN VISUALS FOR THE GIRL'S CLOTHES BUT! HABAEK IS ONE OF THE ROLES NAM JOO HYUK HAS PLAYED- AMAZING ACTOR AND MODEL AND ONE OF MY FAVOURITES!! HENCE HE MADE IT INTO THIS BOOK- I'VE ADDED WHAT THE VISUAL FOR HIM IS TOO. I WANT TO HEAR THOUGHTS ON THAT TOO!! KOOK'S OUTFIT IS THAT BILLBOARD ONE WHERE WE GOT THE ABS FLASH FOR FAKE LOVE. THE OTHERS...DRESSED FROM THE SAME EVENT I GUESS FOR VISUAL PURPOSES! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE!!)

QUESTION...ONE THING YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ME AND ONE THING ABOUT YOU?

Mine is...I want to know...random fact about yourself! A fact about me is...I tend to have rosy cheeks like all the time. A constant sight almost of pink cheeks. Not the best I'll say- you can see the heat gets to me quick.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3