Unconditionally, mine. [BTS X Reader]

The Ball

Namjoon X Reader!!

[Y/N] - You, the reader
[Y/A/N] - Your favorite actresses' name. (As she'll be in the story)
[F/N] - first name
[L/N] - last name

**Warning: a bit of NSFW/ sexual content in this**

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"Ugh. I shouldn't even be here"

That was the first thought that entered your mind. You had been invited to a ball in London, and your manager had decided to send you for "publicity" matters, now that you haven't been called to any modelling or acting gigs lately. You were rather hesistant to go, now that it was going to be filled beyond celebrities and even political subjects. You were rather nervous, really, and was afraid the media would take it wrong someday.

Sighing in your hotel room, you peeked out the window seeing the busy streets of London. The sun had begun to go down, indicating it would probably be better for you to get ready. You glanced out once more for a brief second, when you spot your eyes against a white haired man. He looked rather handsome some afar, but it seemed like he was in a hurry. You inhaled sharply seeing he had glanced up, his eyes catching yours before he walked off quickly and got in a car.

"What the hell was that about...? Ah, snap out of it! We must get ready" You thought to yourself, quickly rushing to the bathroom to shower before your makeup artists came and nagged you for being late and unprepared.

"And just like that....voila! All done" your stylist said, clapping lightly with his hands. You stood up, your hair falling in small waves and stared at the mirror with a smile. "It's great, as always. Thank you" you replied, looking at the dress in the mirror. It was a dark purple flowy dress, with a corset in the middle and had some sleeves on the side. You did a small spin, smiling to yourself as you also stared at the red lipstick that they put on you. You looked perfect, ready to steal a show and get everyone's attention. "Let's get this show on the road" you said nervously, taking a deep breath and put on your black heels.

You stared out the window, seeing streets and buildings pass by. You saved a few of the building names, hoping to stop to shop or go to a café one of these days after the ball. You took out your phone from your small clutch, scrolling through social media and liked a few of your other friends' photos. You then went on Snapchat, deciding to take a picture of yourself and puckered up your lips. You did a hand motion to blow a kiss as you recorded it, then captioned 'ball night here we go x' and posted it. You then posted the same video on your Instagram story, putting your phone away after as you felt the car slow down. You sighed seeing the flashing lights out, knowing the photographers were eager to see your outfit and from who it was made of.

Once your door was opened, you stepped out, smiling and beginning to wave as cameras and paparazzi called out your name. You began walking on the red carpet, stopping and began to pose slightly for pictures. You flashed your brightest smile, looking around as cameras almost blinded you. You waved goodbye and began to walk towards the front door. A few reporters began to wave at you for a quick interview, and you decided to stop to answer a few questions.

"You look so stunning tonight! I love your dress! How do you feel about tonight?" A reporter asked kindly, placing the microphone for you to speak on.