Strip, Drop.
As wonderful as it sounds, it was fancy, yes, but a little classical. It was one of those typical type of bars where you were only allowed if you had a status in the society. But once you are inside, it is both crazy high and modern home.
Everyone had attempted to appear in top branded suits and attire. You being a trend-setter, made everyone look at you in awe with your million-dollar, azure Chanel dress- backless, but close fitting to show off your godly physique.
It was a masquerade party, and to compliment your October skied dress, you had worn a royal blue eye mask.
"Vodka on the rocks" you demand as you take a seat on the bar stool, accompanied by the sleek counter tops.
"Coming right up." he took the clear liquid from the rail, pops up the cork with a gold-plated corkscrew, pours it like a stream into the cocktail shaker while shoving some crushed ice into it and starts to shake it vigorously over his shoulder to frost it up.
All this while, you were admiring how sexy yet perfect the bartender was carrying out his skilful masterpiece.
"Thank you, handsome bartender." you compliment.
Pretty ironic since you couldn't see his fine chiselled face because of the mask.
Although you could tell that he is quite the looker by his surprisingly sharp, lean hard jaw line.
"You're welcome, pretty lady." he flirts.
You giggle as you take a sip of the cold, addicting liquid that slightly burns the back of your throat, just the way you like it.
"Say why someone like you sitting here all by yourself." he remains in his place while speaking and let his other co-workers attend to the other guests.
"I don't know. Maybe, trying to have a good time with cute bartenders".
He chuckles while you take another sip of your vodka.
"Mind telling me your name." he refills your glass while still, making direct contact with you.
"Only if it'd give you the satisfaction, Y/N." You say quite seductively.
Some things everyone will come to soon understand is that you're a pro. It is simply having the mind-set that you can get what you want when you want it, and not letting anyone tell you otherwise. You try to be what you see most girls aren't, a bad bitch.
"Y/N? A pretty name you possess." he compliments.
As you keep up your flirtatious facade while he does the same, you had drunk about two more glasses of vodka and a glass of bourbon too, of course, to spice things up.
You have, in consequence, become slowly intoxicated.
You look around, landing your eyes on the people at the dancing floor.
Some dancing crazily, and some rolling their hips on the other. The ones who were in their "personal space" got your attention as well, that left you in your habitual smirk.
It is at this point that you notice a pair of wild and misty eyes that have been on you for quite some time.
You not too quickly turn your head and see a tall man with shining silver hair, staring at you.
More specifically, staring right into your soul, intensely registering your existence. Weird, right?
Like, why would someone be so interested in a single person at a masquerade party full of 'high on drugs' people?
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Agency Supremacy || TaehyungXReader 18+
Fanfiction"I don't want you talking to that rabbit face." Taehyung says lowly. "And what makes you think that I'll listen to you?" You whisper. "Because" He says seductively, biting the corner of his lip and takes a step towards you, as you stumble backward...
