RAIN POV
'Rain.' I heard Jimin's voice calling my name. His voice is not as cold as it used to be. Or maybe I got used to it. But it's calming. Soft.
I thought I was dreaming so I didn't open my eyes, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder, nudging me again. I put my hand on the one on my shoulder, trying to see if I'm still asleep or not.
'Rain, wake up. We're leaving in 2 hours.'
Yep. I'm awake. He pulled his hand away, making me open my eyes a little
'Jimin?' I hummed, barely looking at him
'2 hours till we go. Get ready.' He just left the room without another word. I guess he did come just to wake me up.
At least he did give me plenty of time, so I got to shower and do everything I needed to. And it looks like they think I need an entire store of things as the vanity table in the corner was loaded with makeup and hair products. Even a hair straightener.
The thought of any of them going into the shop to buy all these things was way too funny. If I had to guess, I would say it was either Jin or Hoseok. Not a chance the rest of them know about this.
Whatever and whoever, I had way more than I needed. Not that I know how much to do anyway. But I've been told classy, so that's what I'm gonna do.
I curled my hair and put half of it up, with a bit falling in front to frame my face.
I figured lighter makeup would suit this thing better. You don't wanna go to the ball looking like a clown with a caked face.
And as much as I couldn't be bothered to choose a better dress, I think this one was a good choice.
It's black and tighter against my waist that's being held in with a corset sawn into the dress. A split in the dress reveals most of my right leg, but it's not too much. Easy to move around in as well. But it's only a few hours anyway, so I don't care too much.
*knock knock*
'2 minutes.' I think that's Jungkook
'Coming!'
I am way too nervous for this crap. I'm not into this at all. But I'd rather not have Namjoon rip me to shreds, so I'll suck it up. I took a deep breath before coming out of my room and making my way downstairs.
The guys were scattered around the living room, all dressed up in their suits. If I saw them like this in the street, I'd never think they're mercenaries. They look more like models than anything else. Especially him.
I've never seen him wear anything but cargos or sweatpants, but him in a suit is drop dead gorgeous. It's just a simple black suit, but my god, he looks amazing. It makes that silver hair, usually messy hair of his pop even more. But right now, his hair is perfectly styled. I don't know what to focus on. His face, his hair, or the suit. He looks perfect. Okay, calm down my heart.
'Daaaamn Rain!' Hoseok laughed, looking like he's in shock
Jungkook decided to whistle at me, having Taehyung join in.
'You look spectacular, Rain.' Yoongi gave me a nod of approval
'Thanks, guys, but I'm pretty sure you're just used to seeing me bruised and bloodied up.' I chuckle
'Good choice.' Namjoon smiled wildly, showing off his dimples
'J, wanna swap dates?' Jin asks him with a bit of a serious look on his face, looking me up and down
Jimin just rolled his eyes at him, then looked back at me. 'You ready?'
'Not in the slightest.' I admit
'Come here.' He says and asks over, meeting me halfway. 'Your leg.'
'What?' I look at him in confusion
'Give me your leg.' He crouched in front of me
'O...kay?' I mumble, putting one leg in front
'Other one.' He sighs. What the hell is he doing? I moved my dress aside, putting my other leg in front of him. I can feel the rest of them staring at us, and I'm this close to melting from embarrassment. My cheeks are burning. Good thing I'm wearing makeup.
I felt his fingers on my thigh, gently grazing them as he was clipping something on my leg. I looked down to see a little black band around my thigh.
'Do not leave my side tonight. As safe as it sounds, I can't guarantee nothing will happen to you. But if you get separated from me, and you get in trouble, use this. I believe you know how.' He was talking as he attached one of his daggers to the outer side of my left thigh
He pulled my dress back over my leg, covering the band and the knife. Then he took my hand, spinning me around once.
'Good. I can't see it.' He spoke almost to himself. 'Your hand.' He puts his out, waiting for mine. I did as he asked and found myself with a beautiful ruby bracelet on my wrist. His fingers gently clipped it on my wrist, caressing my skin softly.
'This is beautiful...' I was whispering to myself, looking at my wrist
'Oi.' He taps me on the head, pulling my attention. 'That's a locator. You get in trouble, press that.' He points to the middle ruby stone. 'Press it, and I'll be able to find you. It won't make a sound, but it will buzz. Give it a try.'
Of course it would be a frigging tracker. Not that I would expect him to get me jewellery, but he really knows how to kill my mood. By I did as he said, feeling a vibration on my wrist.
'That's so weird.' I chuckle
'Let's get going. See you all there.' Jimin said to the guys and turned around, leaving me behind
'Namjoon, would you be mad if I threw my heel at his face?' I ask, making the guys laugh
'Maybe wait until the ball is over. He got all cleaned up. I don't want him with blood on his face.' He jokes
'I'll try.' I sighed and walked out after him. He was just waiting by the entrance.
'You're slow.' He complains
'Have you tried walking in 5 inch heels?'
He chuckled a bit, offering his hand. 'Hold on.'
That was beyond surprising. He barely even looked at me, hadn't said a word to me, and now he's offering his hand?
'Can we sneak out of this thing?' I ask, taking his hand
'I'll do my best to get us out as soon as possible.'