Without a moment's worth of hesitation, Jisoo helps the waiter and myself off the ground, apologising sincerely on my behalf. After another second, everything returns to it's former glory.

From behind decorative masks ranging from plastic to metal to silk, I can still feel a few lingering eyes follow me as Jisoo directs me to the nearest restroom before a nameless face strikes up a conversation with her. As her attention was stolen, I take matters into my own hands and try to locate a restroom to clean myself up.

With surprisingly minimum seeking in my incredibly drunken daze, I somehow manage to find a vacant restroom and use a hand towel to dry the bubbly substance from my clothing. Once deeming the dark blotches on my outfit dry enough, I look up and see a reflection of myself illuminated under soft fluorescent lighting.

I stand clad in a champagne covered cherry red blaiser over a silken black dress shirt and black slacks. Adorning my pale neck, is a deep red lace choker, and underneath, lay a thin black leather band with a small, dangling garnet. Above my bubblegum glossed lips, is a gift from Jisoo. A simple yet stunning, intricate, red lace mask bordered with tiny black jewels. I stay in the restroom until I sober up a little, then exit the and begin my search for Jisoo. Shit, I really shouldn't be getting drunk.

In my peripheral vision, I catch a glimpse of an oddly familiar gradient gown swishing side to side as the wearer swiftly turns a corner and nonchalantly proceeds down an empty corridor. If I were a cat, my orbituary would read 'Killed by Curiosity'. But of course, as the entire saying goes, 'curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back' and I was about to go get my satisfaction. I follow suite and turn the corner.

Strangely enough, when I look around, I find absolutely no living being in sight. Sighing, I figure I should probably return to the party. Only then do I realize I haven't a single clue as to where I am or how to get back to the main ballroom; this mansion is built like a maze.

I curse under my breath and mindlessly wander down the empty corridor, pausing momentarily when I hear faint music playing in the distance. Getting sidetracked, I continue walking in hopes of finding the source of the music.  I feel terribly guilty now; I most definitely embarrassed Jisoo. So stupid of me to get drunk like that after she invited me as her plus one to THE annual masquerade ball. Note to self: apologise later and treat her to a nice lunch.

Although I've never met Min Yoongi personally, I know Jisoo has. Her clothing company is ultimately owned and overlooked by him. She and I grew up together as childhood friends and have shared an unbreakable bond since. We entrusted countless secrets with each other and she was the first person I came out to. After we graduated highschool, we promised to stay best friends. Even to this day, despite her being famous and all, we've not fought a single time. Thanks to her, I've been hired as a part time model for her many popular clothing lines. Such as the outfit I'm wearing tonight that she designed specifically for me.

At the end of the long hall is a large, double door entrance. One of the doors are slightly ajar. I conclude that whatever is behind those doors is the origin of the music. The doors themselves are painted a pearlecent white with gold accents of floral embellishments. On the inside, however, in contrast to the clash of colors in the main ballroom, are three distinct social groups in here.

To each of the colors, purple, blue, and red, have their respective patrons wearing an some shade of that color and the corresponding colored lace masks. That's one thing I've noticed, aside from Yoongi, Jisoo, the other business owners, and for some reason myself, nobody else was wearing lace masks. As if it were some unspoken agreement. Maybe it is.

Forgetting about my search for my best friend, I slip through the door and take in this new setting. Suddenly, a stern pair of eyes I immediately recognize as Kim Namjoon's, meet my own.