Seventeen imagines

#174 "The secret Organization"

My father told me that there is an organization who ruled by the most influential people in our country. The rulers have been passed in generations. They are rich, frightening and they killed countless people for the organization's credit. I couldn't remember the other information because I was still young when father shared it. He died when I was 8 and his last will for me is to find that scary organization named,"HongYoonChoi". Now I am 25, I still couldn't fulfill my father's wish. Even if I did, I feel that my life will be in danger.

"Here is my invitation card." I gave a white envelope card to the person standing in front of the wedding hall. He looked at me from head to toe.

Today is my friend's wedding. She luckily met a rich guy in New York and came back here just a week ago. When we met last Monday, she introduced her future husband and gave me a wedding invitation. Gosh,I was surprised when I saw the big diamond ring she was wearing! Ahhhhhh, I'm so jealous. Anyway, my friend told me to wear expensive dress for the party. Well, in VIP's gathering, one will be label based on her/his clothes. Fortunately, I borrowed a signature's clothes from another friend.

"Welcome Madam. Enjoy the party," the guard guaranteed as he lead the way in.

My stilettos stepped in:1,2,1,2.

The surroundings feels foreign for me. Every corners seems so bright. Jazz music plays softly and servants served like those staff from a 7-star hotel. People are wearing brands from famous designers. They hold their glass wine in refined way. And they laughed so elegantly. This is a world different from mine.

What should I do?

I feel so small and anxious. Should I leave?

"OMG (y/n)! You came!"

My anxiousness slightly faded when I heard a very familiar voice. THANK GOODNESS!

"Kyla," I muttered like a wet puppy wiggling my tails. "You are so beautiful today."

Kyla, my friend and this celebration's bride, wrapped her arms around me. "Thanks," she chuckled before pouting her lips. "I thought you are not going to come, huhu."

Aigoo this girl. Even though she is now married to a successful guy, she is still humble as ever.

"I'm sorry I am late. The traffic was so bad," I explained.

"It's okay. More importantly is you came."

"Congratulations Kyla. I am really happy for you."

She chuckled. "I want to talk to you more but my husband wanted to introduced me to a loooooooooooooooooot of his friends."

We laughed together before I patted her shoulder and said, "Okay. Let's talk later Kyla."

"Ah, did you see your table number?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's table number 9"

"Oh. Sit there and enjoy the food. I know you loves to eat bitch," she reminded with a teaseful laugh.

"Okay okay you witch!" I teased back. And then she walked away.

Now I'm alone again. Hooooo. Let's see...? Where is table number 9?

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Ah! Found it!

I dashed to the table number nine and sat down. It was too late to realize that there are three guys sitting on the same table. Wait. Then this means I have to eat in the same table with unfamiliar people like them?