The Min Yoongi.
Standing in front of me.
Cold and emotionless expression sending chills down my spin. I can see his lips moving, but I'm unable to hear anything coming out of them.

"W-what?" I stammer embarrassingly, frightened by the aura surrounding him. He repeats himself in a calm manner, but expresses limited patience,
"I asked you what you were doing here. I don't suppose you're a member, are you?" I gulp.

"Um, n-no. I'm not a member. I was, um, looking for, uh, Kim J-Jisoo," I explain my intrusion. "Um... May I ask w-what all of this is?" I gesture to the obscene setting behind me.

Yoongi's POV

I lock eyes with Namjoon who is standing to the left of me.
"Get Jisoo here. Now," I order, expecting a sufficient excuse for her grim mishap, then turn back to the male in front of me. His face looks so familiar. "I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I had told you that this is all just a dream?" He purses his lips before briefly shaking his head, his dirty blond hair swaying. I take a short breath, of course he wouldn't.

"A BDSM showcase," I reply monotonous, no point in hiding it from him now. I can see his face contort into an uncomfortable look as he shifts his weight between his feet. "Now. If that's all, answer a few questions of mine. Why are you wearing lace? And why are you looking for Jisoo?" The shorter male in front of me brings his small hand up to touch the lace around his eyes,
"Jisoo gave it to me earlier and told me to wear it tonight," he stumbled over his words as if there was a ticking time bomb counting down the seconds, "She invited me as her plus one; I'm one of her models"

Before I get the chance to finish my interrogation, his phone chimes, signaling a text notification. As he read the message, I caught a flash of fear take over his soft features. But he quickly covered it up and looked back up to meet my gaze. I'm not sure what it read, but I could see right through his facade. His act is transparent to me. Hiding his shaking hands behind his back, the light haired brunette plasters a convincing fake smile on his face. He's scared. Even in his pardon, his voice trembles,
"Please excuse me, sir. I have to go home now," he bows.

Right before he walks past me, I grab his hand. His red sleeve hitches up his forearm and a glimpse of a dark purple bruise formed around his scarily thin wrist causes my calm expression to fade into a concerned one. His eyes snap open wide in realization of my apperantly unwanted discovery. "For safety reasons, I have to ask that you don't tell anyone about what you saw here tonight," I manage smoothly, disregarding the obvious problem at the moment.

The young model nods rapidly before composing himself and running out of the large room and down the empty halls. Namjoon returns with a dazed Jisoo at his side. She was most likely just interrupted.

I can't help but want to know what was wrong with him, but I avert my attention to my subordinate.
"Jisoo, go ahead and explain to me why one of your models happened to find their way into my private event. And why you gave someone who isn't a member a lace mask?"
"Jimin came here?" She wonders aloud with a mischievous smirk. "I'm not sure how he got here all alone, but I gave him a mask in hopes of you noticing him and maybe just maybe consider allowing him to model my other 'clothing lines'. After all, you still don't have a contract, do you? .....Not that his boyfriend would like it, though," Jisoo elaborates, mumbling the last part more so to herself.

Boyfriend? I huff and massage my temples. I swear, are people always this dim?
"If you wanted him to become a model for your other lines you should have spoken to me first. I've told you before and I'll tell you again: I do not need to sign a contract with anyone. Nor do you need to try to be a sorry excuse of a wing woman. If what you said was true, how would you expect me to sign a contract with him if he has a boyfriend? You're aware of the requirements, correct?" I quirk my eyebrow and drag my hand over my face as she clearly didn't think this through.

When she doesn't say anything in return, I run my hand through my hair and sigh. "Just tell me when his next photoshoot is so I can talk to him about this"

Jimin's POV

I hurridly run up the steps, inside my house, and make my way upstairs.
"What were you doing out without my permission? And why are you so dolled up, hmm?" A gruff voice inquires from the top of the stairs. He beccons me to follow him as he wanders into my room.

"I went to a party," I responded in almost a whisper, scared of the reprocussions I might face from breaking his specific and unreasonable rules. His large hand slaps me across my face, leaving a red handprint and a harsh sting, bringing tears to my eyes.