Author here. I'm completely obsessed with MM lately. It's bad, real bad. This just kind of spilled out, so I hope you like. Things will pick up quickly in the next chapter... uhuhu.
"Hey, everyone, I think we should keep this party going and head out somewhere!"
Zen was reaching his flute of champagne into the air with much of the RFA team sitting loosely around him at the table, who were each talking quietly amongst themselves before his outburst. Everyone except for Jaehee was present, who had been busy escorting the few lingering guests back to their cars.
"I'm in," chimed Seven, who peeked his head over the table from the floor where he was sitting on his laptop. The front of his dress shirt was beginning to wrinkle from his sitting angle and he had removed his tie which was draped around his shoulders.
"Where in the world do you expect us to go at such a late hour?" chided Jumin as he idly adjusted the cuffs of his pressed shirt. He had removed his dinner jacket, which was hung neatly over the back of his chair, and he was meticulously folding back his sleeves.
You were perched next to Zen on a chair in a salmon pink gown, dangling one of your strappy shoes from a cross-legged toe, when you lit up at his suggestion. His arm had been draped lazily over the back of your chair as you chatted with Yoosung who had been animatedly explaining a recent battle he had won in LOLOL before he cheered towards Zen.
"Yeah! Let's go! I wanna party, too!"
Zen gripped your shoulder gently to ask for a verbal response of your own, looking down with loving eyes. "Babe, what do you think?"
"Sure! I want to spend more time with everyone now that I'm finally here," you said while looking up at him, giving him a soft smile and leaning a bit against his chest as he gripped you.
"That's all I needed to hear, I know a great place nearby," he stated confidently, standing up suddenly and taking your hand. "Come on Jumin, let's take one of your ridiculous drivers and have some fun."
"I would at the very least suggest that we change into more comfortable attire first," Jumin interjected, looking a bit irritated. "Everyone brought a change of clothing, yes?"
Zen thought for a moment, looking over your dress and the rest of the group with an impatient sigh.
"I guess that's fair… let's say we meet out front in ten minutes after everyone's done dressing. The more comfortable and light, the better!" he called coyly as he led you by the hand towards one of the side rooms where you both had stored your things.
As you entered the room, he shut the door quietly behind you and slipped a hand around your hips, pulling you smoothly into an intimate hug and burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, his other hand slipping up the bare skin of your back to rest dangerously below the nape of your neck.
"Mmm, babe, I wish you didn't have to change out of this dress, it suits you so well," he rumbled against your skin, his soft lips pressing a deliberate kiss against the side of your neck, causing you to shiver.
You yelped and went a shade of pink at his movements, but reached your arms behind his back to grab at his coat with a giggle, pulling him tightly against you.
"Zen! I thought you said you were going to control yourself," you purred as you reached up on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek before pushing lightly off his chest and turning away.
Zen pouted and clicked his teeth while running a hand through his hair, drinking in your form as you sauntered away from him and found your bag. You normally had no reason to wear such an expensive thing, but you wanted to make an elegant first impression on the group and for the guests in general. You did admit that it fit you perfectly, and you made a mental note to thank Jaehee later for offering the retailer's name to you in the first place.
"I'll be right back, and don't you dare peek," you flirted as you went to the other side of a changing screen, watching his eyes follow you eagerly as you slipped behind it.
"Aww, I won't," Zen said dejectedly but in good humor, "I wouldn't want to ruin any surprises too early. I'll just change over here in the open, I have nothing to hide! In fact, please feel free to watch~"
You laughed on the other side of the screen and slipped out of the dress, hanging it as neatly as you could so as not to wrinkle the delicate silk of the fabric. Standing in only a pair of cheeky black panties made you a little nervous with Zen so close by, so you peeked a little around the side of the screen and saw him bending forward into his bag away from you. It gave you a moment to secretly admire his form as he had removed his coat and turtleneck, the muscles in his back pulling deliciously as he grabbed something from his bag and stood again, his shoulders rolling in relaxation and his long silver ponytail slipping down his back. You withdrew silently behind the screen again, biting your lower lip and shaking your head to clear your mind of the vision. Gah, he was so much sexier in the flesh, it was distracting! You remind yourself to take another gulp of champagne before leaving.
You had gone without a bra for the silk dress due to the fit and didn't have to worry about that being an obvious fact due to the tailoring on the inside, but at Zen's suggestion earlier you decided to put one on for the rest of the night's activities. This undergarment complemented your panties and it slipped snugly against your ample breasts, safely and effectively cupping them into an alluring plunge of cleavage.
Your bag also contained a simpler garment than the silk ensemble and it was very comfortable – a soft black dress that came to about mid-thigh with small and alluring off-the-shoulder sleeves. It hugged your form gently without looking too salacious and it easily concealed the dark trim on the nude leggings that you pulled on underneath it. Without the dress on, you knew that your concealed wardrobe was incredibly sexy and it gave you hidden confidence as you slipped on a pair of low heels and walked out from behind the screen again to check yourself over in a mirror on the far wall.
From the side, Zen looked up and noticed you in front of the mirror fluffing your hair a bit, causing him to double-take and drop the shirt he was about to put on.
"B-Babe, that dress!" he said with dual amazement and incredulity, bending forward as he came towards you in an exaggerated movement as if he were trying to peer up along your legs and under your hem. You smirked and slid your hands down over your thighs protectively, giving him a playful glare.
"What's wrong? It's so comfy and soft, don't you like it?" You turned in his direction and tossed your hip to the side, crossing your arms and frowning.
Zen came up to you and loosened your arms, smoothing his hands upward and over your bare shoulders.
"Oh my god, you know that's a lie," he grinned, "you're so sexy! I don't want anyone else to see you like this, it would be a crime. I'd have to kill them all for looking! You're supposed to be for my. Eyes. Only."
He pretended to growl and dipped in towards the side of your neck again, kissing you three times in a line up to your ear as he emphasized his meaning, and you suddenly realized that he was still shirtless. Your hands ran up along the hardness of his arms and slipped him away from you again, the pinkness from before rising into your face again. You knew he could have easily overpowered you if he wanted to, but he was very respectful and let you gently push him back. You were just too shy yet to indulge him much with this kind of thing, especially in an unfamiliar place.
"Nnn, Z-Zen," you whispered with a shy giggle, "Again with the control!"
He grinned sheepishly and left a lingering hand on one of your shoulders, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I'll try to behave more; I know you're still shy. But it's so cute to watch you squirm," he cooed, kissing you on the forehead and returning to his previous visage of jealousy with a lower voice. "But really, do you have to wear that? You didn't pack anything else?"
You cocked an eyebrow at him and smiled, "No honey, this is what I brought. The only other things in my bag are toiletries and some sleep things, just in case." You trailed off a bit at the last few words, looking up at him from beneath your dark lashes.
He widened his eyes a little and quickly forgave the outfit commentary, deciding that nothing could be done about it after all and internally choosing to remember that implied promise in your eyes. He picked up his shirt from the floor and quickly pulled it on, black and wide-collared, adjusting it around his waist and above the silver belt buckle that held the black demin jeans over his hips. He leaned over into the mirror you were just looking in and played with his bangs a bit before giving himself a wink and turning back to face you. You could watch him all day.
"Okay, are you ready? Let's head out and meet the others, we're going dancing," he said animatedly, taking your hand softly and leading you back out of the room with a playful spin. You loved how quickly he could switch his expressions around and the exaggeration he was so apt to using in his movements and speech. It was all so fitting for an aspiring actor and it was endlessly fun to boot.
Upon walking together towards the foyer, you saw the rest of your friends already gathered around, including Jaehee who must have been coerced into coming along by the others once the guests had all dispersed. Maybe it was the extra confidence you felt in yourself, but you thought you noticed every male pair of eyes in front of you give you a quick once over as you approached. It must not have been your imagination, however, because Zen suddenly slipped a hand around your waist and pulled you into his side as he greeted the others.
"Took you guys long enough, you couldn't wait until later?" joked Seven as his eyes glinted from behind his glasses. You blushed a little at the insinuation while Zen scoffed.
"Hah, nothing like that happened, we would need all night for that," he bragged, squeezing your side gently, and causing a very deliberate sigh to issue from Jumin.
"Alright, that's enough. So where are we going?"
"I was thinking we could go to a nearby club for some dancing. We should be able to get a nice private booth thanks to a photoshoot I had with the owner a few months ago," Zen explained, hoping that everyone would be on board. "I might even be able to score some free drinks! Not that it would matter much with Mr. Chairman's son over here."
"Oh, I don't think I've ever been to a club before," said Yoosung in slight awe, interrupting Zen's stab at Jumin before they could start bickering. "It sounds fun, though."
"Yah, clubs are fun alright. But you have to watch out…" Seven said forebodingly in Yoosung's direction.
"For what?" Yoosung asked, a little worried.
"Well, you're really young," Seven started, adjusting his glasses a bit. "And there are older ladies who go to clubs looking for someone like you, y'know."
"Older ladies? For someone like me? But why?!" Yoosung asked incredulously, easily succumbing to Seven's trolling. You shivered as you tried to predict the crazy reasoning behind Seven's warning.
"Older ladies have a lot of cats," Seven said while cupping his hands into paws, beckoning towards Yoosung, "So they need someone young and energetic to take care of them all while they leave the house…"
"Seven, can you please stop your contrived stories for just one night?"
An exasperated Jaehee rolled her eyes at Seven as he pawed at Yoosung's shirt, mewling in a creepy older woman's voice as Yoosung backed away in horror.
"But I don't even know how to take care of cats!" he yelled, "Seven, you have to help me!"
Seven puffed out his chest and gave Yoosung and Jaehee a thumbs up. "Don't worry, just stick with me, Yoosung! We'll have a great time, no older ladies allowed."
You couldn't help but laugh out loud at this interaction, which helped to get everyone back on track.
"Alright guys, let's head out before it really gets too late. I'm going to finish my drink quickly and then let's go," you say as you leave Zen's side for a moment to fetch the rest of your champagne from the table nearby. As you walked away, you thought you heard the guys chattering amongst themselves, but you tried not to listen to what they were saying – all the attention is a little overwhelming and you're just not used to it despite your swelling self-confidence.
Meanwhile, back at the group…
"Zen, Jesus Christ in heaven, she's hot," Seven offered with an elbow into Zen's side, making the sign of the cross on his chest and receiving a smack in the head promptly following the kiss of his own fingers. "Tch, hey! That's sacrilege!"
Yoosung looked on around Zen as you walked away and nodded fervently in agreement with Seven, feeling like it was okay to chime in since the topic was being discussed. "I-I mean… it's not a lie…"
"Yoosung, it's rude to stare like that," scolded Jaehee, "Seven is a terrible example. Always be respectful to women." Though, from the side and secretly without notice, she couldn't help but glance over too.
"I agree with Jaehee. You are disgusting," Jumin added, scoffing at Seven and Yoosung. "Of course she is beautiful, but show some respect."
Zen suddenly felt a small bit of solidarity and regarded Jumin thoughtfully as he ruined it all by glancing in your direction. He clapped Jumin on the back, causing him to sputter a bit in surprise.
"Always a perfect gentleman, aren't we, Jumin?" he asked with a little too much friendship oozing from his words, a wide smile on his lips as he squeezed Jumin's shoulder hard. "You all better shut it and keep your comments AND EYES to yourself before I— "
"Okay, let's go!" you exclaim as you return, setting the empty champagne glass on an end table and linking arms with Zen. You didn't notice the slightly awkward atmosphere and the sudden silence at your return because your head was very warm from your quick drink, but it felt very nice to be so carefree as you stepped into the summer night air.