🎶: eight - IU feat SUGA of BTS
Exams were finally over, and the campus, usually subdued under the weight of deadlines and study sessions, had come alive with celebration. Students sprawled across the quad, laughing, chatting, and basking in the rare warmth of the winter sun that peeked through scattered clouds. The smell of fresh coffee and pastries wafted from the café near the library, where a long line of students celebrated their first guilt-free indulgence in weeks. Holiday mode was in the air. Blankets and picnic baskets dotted the lawns, and someone had strung festive bunting between two trees, adding a splash of color to the scene.
Caitlyn Kiramman stood at the edge of the quad, her polished boots crunching softly against the gravel path. She adjusted her scarf, the brisk air brushing against her cheeks as she scanned the crowd. Even now, when the world had seemingly paused to celebrate, Caitlyn carried herself with her usual composed elegance, her sharp eyes taking in every detail.
"You know, you look like you're plotting something," a familiar voice called out behind her, laced with teasing amusement.
Caitlyn smirked, the faintest tug of amusement softening her otherwise composed expression. She turned slowly, her bright blue eyes meeting the familiar, confident gaze of Vi Kane. God why is she so fucking beautiful. The sunlight caught Vi's burgundy hair, framing her sharp features like a perfectly unruly masterpiece. She stood there with her usual effortless swagger, hands stuffed into the pockets of her worn leather jacket, her crooked grin nothing short of infuriatingly charming. I'd like to bite that lip…
"Well," Caitlyn said smoothly, tilting her head as she allowed her smirk to deepen, "if I were plotting something, you'd hardly be the first to know."
Before Vi could reply, a loud, cheerful voice interrupted. "There's my favorite troublemaker!" Loris exclaimed, practically bounding over and throwing an arm around Vi's shoulder. His grin was wide and infectious, his energy almost enough to pull Vi off balance. "Exams are over, Vi. No more late-night cramming, no more panic-inducing professors. Freedom!"
Behind Loris, Seraphine was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. "Isn't this the best?" she chimed in, her voice bubbly and bright. "The sun is out, exams are over, and there's this café pop-up by the quad serving the cutest holiday-themed drinks! We should all go!" She clasped her hands together, her enthusiasm practically radiating like sunlight.
"Hard pass," Samantha muttered as she sauntered up behind the group, arms crossed and her expression exasperated. "You're all way too chipper for people who barely survived exams. And no, Sera, I don't need a peppermint mocha with a smiley face on foam."
Seraphine pouted dramatically, clutching her hands to her chest as if Samantha's words had physically wounded her. "Oh, come on, Sam! Live a little."
Samantha stuck out her tongue, a rare moment of playfulness sneaking through her usual deadpan demeanor. Seraphine gasped in mock offense, playfully slapping Samantha's shoulder. "Rude!" she declared, her bubbly tone undercutting any actual indignation.
"Childish," Samantha retorted, but there was the faintest flicker of a smirk on her lips as she shrugged off the interaction and turned her attention back to the group.
The lively energy of the quad momentarily seemed to shift as Lux strolled into view, her golden blonde hair catching the afternoon sun like a halo. She moved as if the world itself had adjusted its pace to match hers. Her outfit was as striking as the girl herself: a perfectly tailored cream blazer, cropped to reveal just a hint of her midriff, paired with high-waisted trousers that elongated her already statuesque figure. She walked across the quad, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, and even those who weren't looking for her found their gazes trailing after her. The group fell quiet as Lux's gaze lifted, her pretty blue eyes scanning the quad before landing on them. Her expression was unreadable—cool, composed, and perhaps faintly amused. And then her gaze lingered, landing squarely on Vi.
Vi's posture straightened, her hands sliding into the pockets of her jacket. She didn't look at Lux with the awe or admiration that others so often did. Instead, she grit her teeth, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. Yeah, we need to have that talk, don't we? she thought, the words heavy in her mind. No more skirting around it. Time to clear the air, one way or another.
Garen strolled not far behind Lux. His perfectly pressed shirt and dark jeans somehow managed to look as formal as armor. He caught sight of the group as well, pausing briefly to offer them a polite nod. But when his eyes settled on Vi, the casual gesture shifted.
His gaze sharpening into something far more intense, something protective, perhaps territorial, in the way he regarded Vi. His eyes flicked briefly to Caitlyn, then back to Vi, as though weighing the options between punching her squarely right there and then versus biding his time until the right moment to confront her properly—when fewer eyes were watching. The tension in his jaw suggested he was leaning toward the latter, though his clenched fists hinted the thought of immediate action wasn't entirely off the table.
Loris let out a low whistle as Garen disappeared into the crowd. "Whoa," he muttered, glancing between Vi and Caitlyn with raised eyebrows. "What's up with that?"
Samantha, who had been scrolling lazily through her phone, glanced up just in time to catch the tail end of Garen's intense gaze. She narrowed her eyes and shifted her attention to Vi and Caitlyn. "Did something happen between you two?" she asked bluntly, pointing a finger between them. "Because Garen looks pissed."
Vi tilted her head, her smirk slightly forced as she tried to brush off the question. "Relax, Sam," she said, her tone light. "He's probably just having a bad day."
But Samantha wasn't buying it. Her eyes lingered on Vi for a beat before flicking to Caitlyn, studying her expression with equal scrutiny. "Bad day?" she repeated, crossing her arms and raising a sharp eyebrow. Shifting her weight onto one hip, she tilted her head slightly. "Did you do something to Lux or what?"
Neither Vi nor Caitlyn responded immediately, Samantha's gaze narrowed further. Then, with a subtle but pointed lift of her chin, she asked, "...Does Lux even know that you two are…?" She let the sentence dangle as her sharp gaze flicked back and forth between Vi and Caitlyn. Vi opened her mouth, but whatever retort she'd been about to deliver was swallowed by an awkward cough. She stuffed her hands deeper into her jacket pockets, glancing at Caitlyn for a fraction of a second before looking away.
Before the tension could settle further, Seraphine tilted her head, her bright, curious eyes darting between Samantha, Vi, and Caitlyn. "Wait," she chimed in, her voice breaking the silence, "they're what?"
The question hung in the air like an unwelcome guest. Everyone froze, turning to look at her in varying degrees of disbelief. Samantha stared at her for a long moment before pinching the bridge of her nose.
Loris, ever the dramatic one, let out a theatrical sigh and slapped his palm to his forehead. "Oh my God, Sera," he muttered, shaking his head. "Seriously?"
Seraphine blinked, genuinely confused, and shrugged innocently. "What? Did I miss something? Are you guys not telling me something?"
Samantha dropped her hand from her face, leveling Seraphine with a flat stare. "Read the room, Sera."
"But—" Seraphine began, her voice trailing off as Loris cut in.
"Later, Sera," he said, still shaking his head.
"Looks like the cat's out of the bag," Riven drawled as she approached, her smirk sharp and confident, her green eyes gleaming with amusement. She moved with an effortless grace, hands tucked into the pockets of her tailored blazer—a soft charcoal gray piece that perfectly balanced structure and casual ease. The rolled sleeves and the loose fit of her black trousers gave her an edge of nonchalance, as if she'd thrown the outfit together without a second thought but somehow looked runway-ready.
Everyone turned toward her, startled by her sudden arrival. Riven's gaze flicked to Caitlyn first, offering a faint nod of acknowledgment. "Kiramman," she greeted smoothly, before letting her eyes drift to Samantha. "Sam." Her lips quirked into a faint smirk as she glanced at Loris. "Loris."
Finally, her gaze settled on Seraphine, who was already grinning. "Seraphine," she added, her voice softening slightly. Then, almost as if it were an afterthought, her green eyes shifted lazily to Vi. The look lingered just a second longer than it needed to, sharp yet unreadable, and her smirk deepened. "Vi," she said simply, her tone so casual it bordered on teasing.
Vi's jaw tightened slightly. Oh, for fuck's sake, she thought, exhaling sharply through her nose. Another fucking problem I don't need right now.
Caitlyn gave Riven a polite nod, though her sharp gaze flicked to Vi as if sensing her reaction. "Riven," Caitlyn said smoothly, "how long have you been eavesdropping?"
Riven's smirk deepened as she shrugged lightly. "Long enough," she replied, her tone playful but with just enough bite to keep them guessing. "Though I wouldn't call it eavesdropping. Let's just say your conversation carried."
Samantha arched an eyebrow, folding her arms as she leaned back slightly. "So, what's your verdict? Gonna add your two cents?"
"Do I need to?" Riven asked, her gaze sweeping lazily over the group before landing on Vi. "Seems like things are already plenty interesting."
Vi rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she shifted her stance. "Great."
Seraphine's phone pinged with a chime that echoed through the quad. She glanced at the screen, her eyes lighting up instantly. "Oh my gosh!" she squealed, bouncing slightly on her toes as she waved enthusiastically toward the far side of the quad. "YUNA! I'M HERE!"
The group turned their heads in unison, following Seraphine's gaze. Riven, who had remained composed and detached until now, suddenly stiffened. Her smirk faltered, and her eyes widened ever so slightly as she spotted Yunarin weaving through the crowd.
Yuna's jet-black hair was swept into a loose bun, soft strands and straight-cut bangs framing her striking face. As she walked, a gentle breeze caught the loose tendrils, sending them fluttering lightly around her face. She was dressed in a burgundy knitted sweater that hugged her figure, accentuating her waist, paired with sleek black leggings that highlighted her long legs. A pair of ankle boots completed the look, so casual yet effortlessly chic. Her gaze scanned the quad, and when her eyes landed on Seraphine, she offered a warm smile and raised her hand in acknowledgment.
Riven's breath hitched, though she recovered quickly, her expression sliding back into its usual cool detachment. But Caitlyn caught it—the subtle shift in Riven's demeanor, the flicker of something unspoken in her sharp green eyes.
"Friend of yours?" Caitlyn asked, her voice breaking through the brief silence as she glanced at Seraphine.
"Yup!" Seraphine said brightly, her grin practically glowing. "She's amazing. She's an arts major, totally the next Picasso. The best is she can also SING. You'll love her!"
As Yunarin walked closer, her gaze swept across the group, curiosity flickering in her dark eyes. But as her eyes fully scanned the group, they suddenly stopped, locking onto a familiar pair of green ones. Riven stood frozen, her cool demeanor cracking ever so slightly as her wide-eyed gaze met Yunarin's. For a moment, the world around them seemed to still, the noise of the quad fading into the background.
Yunarin's brows lifted in surprise, her dark eyes widening as recognition dawned. The shock of silver-white hair, the sharp angles of Riven's face—there was no mistaking her. "Riven," she said softly, the name barely audible over the buzz of the quad.
The group exchanged glances, sensing the sudden shift in the air. Caitlyn and Samantha wore matching incredulous side-smirks, both instantly picking up on the charged moment. Loris, on the other hand, stood slack-jawed, visibly mesmerized by Yuna's striking features. "Wow," he muttered under his breath, clearly smitten.
Vi, however, wasn't focused on Yuna. Her sharp gaze remained fixed on Riven, watching the rare cracks in her usually cool exterior. As Riven's wide-eyed stare lingered on Yuna, Vi's lips curled into a faint, skeptical scoff. No fucking way, she thought, her internal voice dripping with disbelief. She's actually interested in someone else?
Seraphine, oblivious to all of the obvious tension, beamed. "Oh, you two know each other? That's perfect!" she chirped, clasping her hands together.
Riven blinked, finally snapping out of whatever held her in place. Her expression hardened slightly, sliding back into its usual detached coolness. "Yeah," she said, her voice steady but clipped. "We've met."
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🎶: Ice Cream - BLACKPINK with Selena Gomez
The city center's popular café provided the perfect backdrop for Seraphine's energetic chatter, though her enthusiasm filled the space louder than the soft indie music playing in the background. She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her phone in hand as she scrolled through playlists.
Riven barely registered the conversation, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she leaned back in her chair, her posture defensive. She stretched her legs out in front of her, trying to exude an air of indifference, but her mind wasn't on Seraphine's songs or even the café itself.
It was on Yunarin.
Yunarin was seated just across the table, fitting into the lively group dynamic. She was smiling—of course she was smiling. Yunarin always seemed to be smiling. And her laughter—light, melodic, and entirely too distracting—punctuated the conversation, keeping Riven's nerves on edge.
How the hell does shenot get tired from laughing like that? Riven thought, her jaw tightening as she stole yet another glance at her. And why do I keep noticing it? She shifted slightly in her seat, crossing her arms tighter as though that might ground her somehow. She scolded herself internally, her mind running a mile a minute. She's just another person. Another ridiculously… smiley person. It's not like it matters. But the thought didn't help; if anything, it made her more aware of every movement Yunarin made, every time her eyes crinkled when she laughed.
"Riven, what do you think?" Seraphine's voice cut through her thoughts, bright and bubbly as ever.
Riven blinked, her stoic mask slipping for a fraction of a second. "…the fun one," she said flatly, her tone making it clear she hadn't been paying attention.
Seraphine beamed. "See? Riven gets it!"
Riven resisted the urge to roll her eyes, glancing toward the window to avoid looking at anyone at the table—especially Yunarin. But from the corner of her vision, she caught Yunarin's gaze. She wasn't smiling this time, just watching Riven with quiet curiosity, her head tilted ever so slightly. Riven's stomach flipped, though she immediately dismissed the feeling. Fuck, she mentally growled, forcing herself to look away.
A sharp kick under the table snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced across the table, already annoyed, and of course, it had to be Vi.
Vi sat there, her elbow resting lazily on the table, those piercing blue eyes fixed on Riven like a challenge. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze practically daring Riven to react. Go ahead, say something stupid, her expression seemed to taunt.
Riven furrowed her brow, her lips pressing into a thin line of irritation as her green eyes locked with Vi's. But before she could say anything, Vi scoffed softly, her lips curling into a smug, challenging grin. Then, with deliberate slowness, Vi shifted her gaze toward Yunarin, who was obliviously engaged in a lighthearted conversation with Seraphine.
Vi's smirk deepened as her eyes flicked back to Riven, her brow raising slightly in a look that screamed Really? This is who you're hung up on?
Riven clenched her jaw, the annoyance bubbling in her chest as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed tightly. She wasn't about to take the bait. Instead, she shot Vi a glare sharp enough to cut glass, which only seemed to amuse Vi further.
The smugness in Vi's expression was unbearable, her grin widening as she tapped her fingers lightly on the table. Suddenly, Seraphine's voice cut through the moment like a siren. "RIVEN!" she screeched, her tone sharp enough to make everyone jump. Riven's eyes flew wide open as she snapped her head toward Seraphine, her usual stoic mask shattered by the sheer volume.
It wasn't just Riven; everyone at the table froze, staring at Seraphine with varying degrees of surprise. Samantha's eyebrows shot up to her hairline, Caitlyn paused mid-sip of her coffee, and even Yunarin looked momentarily startled, her laughter cutting off as her gaze flicked to Seraphine.
Seraphine didn't seem to notice the chaos she'd just caused, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she leaned closer to Riven. "Do you have a karaoke studio or something?!" she asked, her tone impossibly earnest. "I need somewhere to practice for the performance!"
Riven blinked, completely thrown off balance.
Seraphine added, clasping her hands together as if this were the most reasonable request in the world, "I mean, you're so cool and resourceful, you must know somewhere amazing where I can really get in the zone."
Riven stared at her, struggling to process the abrupt shift in conversation. "I—what—why would I—"
Caitlyn, ever composed, set her coffee down with a small sigh and glanced at Riven. "Well, Riven?" she asked smoothly, a faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "Do you have a karaoke studio?"
Riven's jaw tightened, her gaze flicking briefly to Vi, who was now openly grinning like she was thoroughly enjoying the show. "No," Riven finally muttered, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms again. "I don't."
Vi, still leaning lazily on the table, let out a low chuckle and casually tilted her head toward Seraphine. "You could use the stage at the Last Drop," she offered, her tone nonchalant. "Afternoons are pretty quiet there, and Vander wouldn't mind. Free stage, decent acoustics, no one to bother you."
Seraphine's eyes lit up, her excitement bubbling over instantly. "Really?! That would be perfect!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "Thank you, Vi! Oh my gosh, I can already picture it—it's gonna be amazing!"
Samantha looked up from her phone, her usual deadpan expression replaced by something almost—dare they say—cheerful. "Guys," she said, her tone casual but laced with unexpected enthusiasm, "wanna party at my house this time?"
The table went silent. Everyone turned to stare at her, the collective surprise palpable. Loris was the first to break the stunned silence, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Wait… you have a house?" he asked, sounding genuinely baffled. Loris tilted his head, clearly still grappling with the revelation. "I mean… I've just never been to your house. None of us have."
Caitlyn adjusted her scarf delicately, her composed demeanor unwavering. "I have," she said smoothly, her voice cutting through the growing buzz of curiosity.
Samantha rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by the dramatics unfolding around her. "Cool, it's settled then," she said, slipping her phone into her pocket. "Anyone need to go home first or something? Because I just invited a bunch of people from everywhere."
The table fell silent. Everyone turned to stare at Samantha like she'd just sprouted a third head.
"Wait—how the fuck did you manage to organize a party in less than a day?" Vi asked, leaning forward with a bemused look.
Samantha didn't even blink, her expression as casual as if Vi had asked her about the weather. "My family works in entertainment," she replied smoothly, shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I have many assistants. I'm surprised you don't know that, Vi."
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🎶: Next Level - aespa
The group arrived at House Tariost, and the sheer grandeur of Samantha's home was enough to silence everyone—at least for a moment. The estate loomed before them like something out of a storybook, its cream-colored walls bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Intricate wrought-iron balconies adorned the symmetrical design, while tall, arched windows reflected the surrounding manicured gardens. Two elegant staircases curved gracefully up to the grand entrance, flanked by meticulously trimmed hedges and vibrant flower beds. At the center of the circular courtyard stood a marble fountain, the gentle sound of trickling water adding to the serene luxury.
Loris was the first to break the silence, his jaw dropping as he spun toward Samantha. "Sam… you're a fucking Tariost?! How the fuck did I not know this."
Samantha shrugged, as nonchalant as ever. "You didn't know?" she asked lazily, her tone making it clear she didn't think it was a big deal.
"You live here?" Seraphine gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked from Samantha to the sprawling mansion. "This is like... a castle! No, wait—better than a castle!"
Vi, however, had stopped in her tracks, her piercing blue eyes wide and her jaw agape as she took in the sheer grandeur of the estate. Caitlyn, catching sight of Vi's uncharacteristically dumbfounded expression, let out a soft giggle, used her fingers to gently push Vi's jaw shut. "There. Now you look slightly less ridiculous," she quipped, her smile widening as she withdrew her hand.
Riven stood toward the back of the group, her arms in her pockets as she stared up at the massive house. The scale and opulence of the place were impressive, sure, but she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing what she thought. "I didn't realize you lived so close to me," Riven said, her green eyes narrowing slightly. "Why didn't my mother invite your family to the Konte Ball?"
Samantha didn't even glance back as she climbed the steps, her pace unhurried. "Because she didn't want to," she replied flatly, her tone as detached as ever. "And we don't exactly live next door. There's at least twenty estates between us."
Riven chuckled softly, the sound dry but laced with amusement. "That does sound like her," she said, her smirk faint but knowing. "She's particular about her guest lists."
Samantha finally glanced over her shoulder, arching a brow. "Selective might be more accurate."
Caitlyn's lips curved into a subtle smile as she glanced at Riven. "I imagine the Konte Ball wouldn't quite suit Sammy's… tastes."
"Oh, absolutely," Samantha quipped, turning back toward the door. "The thought of mingling with your mother's carefully curated guests makes me shudder."
As they approached, the grand double doors swung open with precise timing, revealing a pair of immaculately dressed servants who bowed deeply. "Welcome home, Lady Tariost," one of them intoned, their voice polished and respectful.
The group stepped inside, their footsteps echoing faintly against the polished marble floor of the massive foyer. The space was as grand as the exterior, with soaring ceilings, gilded chandeliers, and intricate carvings on every surface. A grand staircase swept upward in a graceful curve, its dark wood railing gleaming under the golden light. From the far end of the vast hallway, a figure emerged. The butler, a tall man with a dignified air, strode toward them with measured steps. His uniform was impeccably tailored, and he carried himself with the kind of poise that suggested decades of experience.
"Lady Samantha," he greeted with a slight bow, his voice calm and authoritative. "We've prepared the main hall for your gathering, as per your instructions. Shall I ensure refreshments are arranged?"
Samantha gave him a small, lazy nod, her hands slipping into her pockets. "That'll do, Gerard. Keep it simple. No need to overthink it. When my guests arrives later, lead them to the hall. Is the DJ coming yet?"
"Yes, my lady," Gerard replied smoothly, his gaze flicking briefly to the group behind her before returning to Samantha. "Shall I also inform the chef of any specific dietary preferences for your guests?"
"Not unless they tell me themselves," Samantha said flatly, glancing over her shoulder at the others. "Anyone allergic to anything? Speak now, or you're on your own."
Seraphine blinked, still awestruck by the grandeur of the place, and shook her head quickly. "Nope! Totally good!"
Loris, still gawking at the sheer scale of the house, muttered, "Yeah, I'll eat whatever comes out of the kitchen."
Caitlyn gave a small shake of her head. Vi let out a low whistle, her piercing blue eyes scanning the expansive hallway and ornate decor. Samantha rolled her eyes but didn't respond, her focus already elsewhere as she waved off Gerard's inquiries with her usual nonchalance. Yunarin, standing quietly near the back of the group, offered a faint smile as her gaze roamed over the interiors.
Samantha turned her head slightly, gesturing toward the grand staircase. "Main guest bedrooms this way. Try not to get lost." She led them to another wing of the house, this one quieter but no less impressive. Samantha stopped in front of a set of grand double doors, turning to face the group with her usual deadpan expression.
"This is the guest wing," she said flatly, pushing the doors open with little fanfare. The hallway beyond was lined with beautifully crafted wooden doors, each one leading to a private bedroom. The faint scent of fresh linen and lavender lingered in the air, and soft lighting gave the space a welcoming, serene feel. "Just pick a room," Samantha continued, waving a hand lazily. "They're all stocked with clothes, toiletries, whatever you need. If you want to freshen up, now's your chance. The theme is 'Pretty', so be pretty."
Loris's eyes widened as he peeked into one of the rooms. "Are you kidding me?"
Caitlyn nodded approvingly as she glanced inside one of the rooms. "Very thoughtful," she said, her tone polite but slightly amused as she turned to Samantha. "Do all your guests get this treatment?"
"Only the ones who don't annoy me," Samantha replied dryly, leaning against the doorframe. "So you're on thin ice, Loris."
Vi chuckled softly as she leaned against the wall, her blue eyes flicking around the space. "This is insane," she muttered, shaking her head. "Sam, you've been living like royalty this whole time and didn't tell anyone?"
Samantha rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh of exaggerated exasperation. "Didn't think it was relevant," she said flatly, before lazily flicking her wrist in a dismissive wave. "I'm going to my room now, so byeeeeeeee," she added, dragging out the word as she turned on her heel and gestured for them to shoo.
Seraphine looped her arm through Yunarin's and grabbed Caitlyn's hand, tugging them both toward one of the rooms with an exaggerated flourish. "Come on, we need to get dressed!" she chirped, practically bouncing on her heels. "We can't show up to the party looking anything less than amazing!"
Vi, leaning casually against the wall, raised an eyebrow and shot a mischievous grin in their direction. "Together? Are we invited?" she purred.
Caitlyn turned, fixing Vi with a sharp, pointed glare that could have cut through steel. "Absolutely not," she replied smoothly, though there was a faint flush of color rising in her cheeks.
Before Vi could push her luck further, Riven stepped in, grabbing Vi by the back of her jacket and dragging her away from the girls. "See you later, ladies," Riven called over her shoulder, her voice as dry as ever.
Vi stumbled slightly but quickly regained her footing, laughing as she glanced at Riven. "What? I was just joking!"
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🎶: Lollipop - 2NE1, BIGBANG
The massive walk-in wardrobe in the guest room had been thrown wide open, revealing a treasure trove of designer clothes, couture gowns, and racks of shoes that seemed to stretch on forever. Shelves overflowed with matching accessories, jewelry that sparkled under the soft lighting, and trays of high-end makeup arranged in meticulous order.
Seraphine, of course, had already taken over, her energy filling the space as she darted from one section of the wardrobe to the next. "Oh my gosh, look at this!" she squealed, holding up a sequined dress that shimmered with every movement. "And this! And this! How does Samantha even own all of this?"
Caitlyn, perched gracefully on a nearby chaise lounge, chuckled softly as she watched Seraphine's whirlwind of enthusiasm. "She did mention her family works in entertainment," Caitlyn said, tilting her head slightly as she inspected a pair of silver stilettos. "This must be where all their connections go."
Yunarin stood quietly by the wardrobe, her dark eyes scanning the racks of clothes with a mix of curiosity and amusement. She reached out to brush her fingers over a soft blush-colored gown, the silk fabric sliding like water under her touch. "The theme is 'Pretty,' right?" she asked, her voice soft but thoughtful. "That's a lot of pressure with this kind of selection."
"Exactly why we need to go all out!" Seraphine exclaimed, holding up an intricately beaded top and matching skirt. She spun around, her pink hair bouncing as she beamed at the other two. "Tonight, we are going to shine. Literally, if I have anything to say about it."
Caitlyn rose from her seat, her sharp eyes scanning the wardrobe with purpose. "Well, if we're going to commit to the theme, we might as well make it memorable." She reached for a stunning navy-blue halter-neck dress with a plunging neckline. "This one's simple, but it's pretty."
Seraphine gasped, clapping her hands together. "Yes, Cait! That's perfect for you!"
Yunarin hesitated for a moment before pulling out a dark green dress with a sheer, long-sleeve overlay. "I think this might work for me," she said, holding it up for inspection.
Seraphine squealed again, rushing over to grab Yunarin's free hand. "You'll look amazing in that! And don't worry, I'll help with your makeup. Oh, and accessories! We have so many options."
Caitlyn smiled at Yunarin, her expression curious. As she adjusted the hem of her dress, she glanced over and asked casually, "How did you meet Riven, by the way?"
"Yuna. Please," Yunarin smiles back. "And it was quite random, actually," she began, hanging the dress over her arm. "I was out painting at the overfields near the edge of campus, and she just… appeared. I only knew of her existence in passing, but it was the first time I actually met her. It was… nerve-wrecking."
She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly as she sheepishly laughed. "Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever be here, talking to you all like this. You guys are… well, you're like royalty at school."
Caitlyn chuckled softly, adjusting the straps of her dress as she regarded Yunarin thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know about royalty, but I suppose we do have a reputation. Though I assure you, we're not as intimidating as we might seem."
Yunarin raised an eyebrow, her smile teasing. "Caitlyn, you're the student council president. You're literally the definition of intimidating."
Before Caitlyn could respond, Seraphine suddenly gasped dramatically and grabbed a pair of sparkling stiletto heels from the wardrobe. Without missing a beat, she dropped to the floor, striking an exaggerated pose like she was modeling for a high-fashion magazine. "Ladies, bow before your queen!" she declared, holding one heel aloft as if it were the crown jewel of the universe.
Caitlyn froze mid-motion, her sharp blue eyes blinking in disbelief. Yunarin couldn't hold it in any longer. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter as she tried and failed to stay composed. Finally, the laughter bubbled out, soft and musical, filling the room.
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🎶: Fresh - Daniel Jikal
Vi stood in front of the tall mirror, her reflection framed by the soft glow of the room's lighting. She adjusted the collar of her long, oversized black coat, letting it sway slightly with her movements before smoothing out the light gray StĂĽssy shirt that hung loosely beneath. The casual yet grunge-inspired charm of her outfit suited her perfectly. The snug fit of her black skinny jeans highlighted her athletic frame, the perfect contrast to the relaxed top layers, while her black leather boots completed the look with an edge that matched her personality.
She leaned closer to the mirror, her piercing blue eyes focused as she carefully applied a dark eyeliner, sweeping it upward into a subtle cat-eye effect. The dark lines sharpened her already striking features, adding an intensity to her look. Satisfied, she picked up a tube of lipstick in a soft, natural shade and applied it, adding just a hint of warmth to balance the boldness of her eyeliner. The small touch of femininity softened her boyish charm without compromising her edge. Hot.
Vi leaned back slightly, running a hand through her messy, burgundy-red hair, letting the strands fall naturally into place. She tilted her head, giving herself one last appraising look. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Not bad," she muttered to herself, rolling her shoulders as she turned away from the mirror. Confident but not overdone, exactly what she needed for the night.
There was a knock at the door, breaking Vi's focus as she straightened up from the mirror. She took a moment to adjust her coat before striding over to open it. Standing on the other side was Loris, exuding his usual relaxed charm as he leaned casually against the doorframe.
"Hey," he greeted, his smirk widening as he gave her outfit a quick once-over. "Lookin' sharp, Vi."
Vi raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe herself. "Not bad yourself."
Loris strolled into the room without waiting for an invitation, his movements as casual as his attire. He wore a crisp white T-shirt, neatly tucked into beige pants that fit him just right. An olive green jacket hung loosely over his broad shoulders, the earthy tone complementing the dark brown of his slightly tousled hair. On his feet, pristine white sneakers completed the look, tying his laid-back fit together.
"You clean up pretty good," Vi commented, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the door, her piercing blue eyes scanning his ensemble. "You going for 'I just woke up like this' chic?"
Loris chuckled, sliding his hands into his jacket pockets as he turned to face her. "What can I say? It's a talent," he quipped, flashing her a grin.
As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward the mirror, and he began checking himself out, adjusting his jacket and giving his reflection an approving nod. "You know, I'm starting to think this olive green is my color," he said, angling his face slightly to inspect his jawline. "What do you think, Vi? Am I pulling this off?"
Vi smirked, pushing herself off the doorframe. "Yeah, you're pulling it off, alright," she said with a low chuckle. She moved to open the door wider, glancing out into the hallway—and froze for a fraction of a second.
With her hands tucked into her blazer pockets and an aura of quiet confidence, Riven leaned casually against the hallway wall. Her perfectly tailored suit, a deep burgundy hue, complemented her slightly tanned complexion, while the black turtleneck beneath added a sleek, modern touch. The blazer's sharp lines accentuated her strong, athletic frame, and the matching tailored pants elongated her silhouette, paired perfectly with polished black dress shoes.
The soft lighting of the hallway cast faint highlights along her defined features, her tousled white-silver hair framing her sharp green eyes. Vi couldn't help but feel irritated—irritated as hell—because, of course, Riven just had to look that good. It grated on her, the way she exuded sophistication so naturally. But despite herself, Vi had to admit—begrudgingly—that Riven was incredibly dashing for a girl.
Scoffing, Vi tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Dressed up for your little side quest?" she quipped, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
Riven's green eyes flicked to Vi, her expression unreadable for a beat before her lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk. "And yet, I still look better than you," she replied smoothly, her voice as sharp as her suit.
Vi rolled her eyes, pushing off the doorframe as she let out a low laugh. "Keep telling yourself that. Might make it true one day."
🎶: Igloo - KISS OF LIFE
One of the guest room doors swung open, and the hallway seemed to pause for a moment as the three girls stepped into view.
Caitlyn led the trio in her navy-blue halter-neck dress. Vi blinked, visibly swallowing as her piercing blue eyes flicked to Caitlyn. Holy sh—. The plunging neckline framed her sharp collarbones, while the fitted bodice emphasized her slender waist. The A-line skirt flared out just above her mid-thigh, making her legs look especially long and it made Vi's mouth water. Caitlyn's elegant neck was adorned with a striking black crystal choker that glinted with every step she took. For a brief, maddening moment, all Vi could think about was tearing it off—just to feel the warmth of her skin beneath her lips, to press her mouth against the soft curve of her neck, to hear Caitlyn gasp her name again. Ah fuck. Her hair was swept into a sleek bun, with a soft side fringe and a few loose strands framing her face, Vi swore, if Caitlyn so much as looked at her with those fucking gorgeous blue eyes, she'd lose what little self-control she had left.
Yunarin was no better for Riven, her dark green dress with a sheer, long-sleeve overlay subtly revealing the curve of her shoulders, while the halter neckline beneath framed her collarbones with maddening perfection. Riven swallowed hard—so subtly it was almost unnoticeable—and tugged at the neck of her turtleneck as if adjusting an invisible tie, trying to keep her composure. The short A-line skirt flowed effortlessly, flattering Yuna's graceful figure and her smooth pale skin that adorned those legs—legs that could have anyone weak in seconds. God, I'd ruin her in that dress. Or out of it… Wait what the. Yunarin's hair was styled in a low, loose bun at the nape of her neck, with soft tendrils framing her face. It was styled perfectly, but all Riven could think about was how easily she could undo it—her fingers threading through those soft strands, tugging gently until that perfect bun fell apart… Stop. Just stop, Riven growled internally, the thought hitting her like a slap.
Both Vi and Riven simultaneously cleared their throats, the sound echoing awkwardly in the hallway. Their heads turned slightly, both attempting to shield their flushed faces beneath their hair. For a moment, they exchanged a sidelong glance, each catching the other in their embarrassment.
"Shut up," Vi muttered gruffly, avoiding eye contact as she ran a hand through her hair.
"I didn't say anything," Riven replied evenly, though her reddened ears betrayed her composure.
And then there was Seraphine, in a dress that seemed made for the stage—an iridescent number that shimmered in hues of pink and silver with every movement. The asymmetrical design featured a fitted bodice and a dramatic one-shoulder detail, flowing into a playful high-low skirt that danced as she moved. Her pink hair was styled in voluminous waves, cascading over her shoulders, with a few tiny rhinestones woven into the strands to catch the light. She wore dangling crystal earrings and a pair of silver stiletto heels, giving her the vibe of a pop star ready to perform but still chic and stunningly pretty.
Loris, as expected, broke the silence with a low, appreciative whistle. "Wow," he said, leaning further out the door to get a better look. "You three look incredible. I mean, really. This is next-level stuff."
Samantha stepped into the hallway with her phone in hand as she checked her messages. Her stunning bodycon mini dress immediately drew attention, the rich emerald green fabric shimmering softly under the hallway lights. The ruched design hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her silhouette with the off-the-shoulder neckline.
She glanced up from her phone, her sharp eyes scanning the group gathered before her. A faint flicker of surprise crossed her face as she took in the sight of everyone fully dressed and ready. "Well," she said, slipping her phone into her clutch, her tone calm but faintly amused, "I'll admit, I didn't expect all of you to be on time. Or this… coordinated."
Seraphine beamed, stepping forward to give Samantha a once-over. "Sammy! Look at you! You look absolutely stunning!" she gushed, twirling dramatically in her own shimmering dress.
Samantha gave a slight shrug, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "I'll take that as a compliment. Though, considering the wardrobe, I had options."
Loris let out an appreciative whistle, stepping closer with a wide-eyed, dumbfounded expression that made it abundantly clear he was in awe. "Damn, Sam," he said with a grin. "I didn't think you'd outshine your own house, but here we are."
Samantha shot him a dry look, though there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "I'll assume you mean that as flattery. And Loris, I said to look pretty."
Loris fully stepped out from Vi's room, the grin on his face widening as he snickered. He adjusted the collar of his olive green jacket with an exaggerated flourish before giving Samantha a cheeky wink.
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🎶: 1-800-hot-n-fun - LE SSERAFIM
The bass of 1-800-HOT-N-FUN thumped so hard it felt like the walls themselves were alive. House Tariost's grand living room had become ground zero for post-exam chaos and debauchery. The chandelier's crystals caught the swirling lights, casting kaleidoscopic patterns over the throng of students. Drinks flowed freely, laughter, shouting, and the occasional crash of a wayward drink mixed with the music, turning the once-regal estate into a chaotic, booze-soaked playground.
Seraphine had commandeered the DJ booth and was shamelessly hyping the crowd. "WHO HERE IS READY TO BE SMASHED BITCHES?" she screeched into the mic, her iridescent dress sparkling like she was born for the spotlight. The response was deafening as she grabbed a bottle of champagne, shook it violently, and sprayed it over the screaming crowd. "Let's make some goddamn memories!"
Near the edge of the dance floor, Caitlyn sipped her champagne, her navy-blue dress clinging to her every curve like it was designed to ruin lives. The soft lighting cast a golden glow on her sharp collarbones and the black crystal choker that glittered with every slight movement. She swayed to the music, the hem of her dress teasingly brushing mid-thigh with every turn.
Standing near the bar, Vi's piercing blue eyes burned into her, like a predator sizing up its prey, watching the way the hem of Caitlyn's dress swishing just enough to drive Vi insane. Holy shit. Someone needs to arrest her for being this illegal. Her gaze lingered a second too long on Caitlyn's legs, and when Caitlyn caught her staring, a sly smile curved her lips. A sly, knowing smile curved her mouth as she tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyebrow lifting in a silent challenge that said: And what are you going to do about it?
Vi's smirk faltered for half a second before she recovered, heat pooling low in her chest. Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip as she downed the rest of her drink in one gulp. "You're killing me, Cait," she muttered under her breath, her voice rough and low. Then, setting the glass down, she pushed off the bar and strode toward the dance floor. Vi moved through the crowd with purpose, her eyes locked onto Caitlyn as if nothing else in the room mattered. The pulsating beat of the music seemed to sync with the pounding in her chest, each step bringing her closer to the object of her frustration—and desire.
Caitlyn watched her approach, her sly smile deepening as Vi came to a stop just inches away. The space between them was electric, charged with unspoken tension as Caitlyn tilted her head, her blue eyes daring Vi to make the next move. Vi's hands found her hips, fingers curling firmly but not ungently as she pulled Caitlyn closer, her fingers pressing into the fabric of the dress just enough to make Caitlyn's breath hitch. Her smirk returning with a dangerous edge. "You sure wanna do this here, Cupcake?" Vi purred, her voice a low, sultry growl that sent a shiver down Caitlyn's spine.
Caitlyn didn't respond with words; she didn't need to. Instead, she leaned closer, her chest brushing against Vi's as she let her body answer for her. The music pulsed around them, and Caitlyn began to move, her hips swaying in a slow, deliberate rhythm that drew Vi into in like a moth to a flame. Her movements were a tantalizing tease, just enough to send Vi's heart racing as she struggled to match the controlled, sensual tempo Caitlyn was setting. Then Caitlyn leaned in further, her lips grazing the shell of Vi's ear, her breath warm and intoxicating. "Keep up," she whispered, her voice smooth as silk, yet dripping with enough heat to make Vi's pulse thunder in her ears.
Vi's smirk faltered for half a second before she recovered, her hands tightening their hold on Caitlyn's hips, pulling her closer with an ease that felt both possessive and deliberate. She dipped her head, her mouth hovering just above Caitlyn's neck, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. Her voice, when it came, was a low, gravelly murmur, dripping with promise. "I can't wait to make you forget your own name."
Her grip instinctively shifted, her hands sliding lower to rest firmly on the curve of Caitlyn's hips, guiding her movements in sync with her own. Every sway of Caitlyn's body against hers was maddening, blurring the line between teasing and something primal. Vi's fingers pressed into the fabric of Caitlyn's dress, her hold tightening as the heat between them grew unbearable. Caitlyn arched her back slightly, her fingers brushing over Vi's forearms, sending jolts of heat sparking through her skin. Vi bit the inside of her cheek, her head dipping closer as her hands grew bolder—sliding along Caitlyn's waist, trailing over her back, and finally resting just above the curve of her thighs. She could blame it on the alcohol, the pulsing music, or the maddening way Caitlyn moved, but at this point, Vi was too far gone to care.
Meanwhile, Riven sat stiffly at the bar, her drink untouched, her sharp green eyes tracking Yunarin's every move across the room. Yuna had ditched her heels, her bare feet gliding across the polished floor with a carefree grace that was both infuriating and hypnotic. She was laughing, her head thrown back, the sound soft and melodic as she danced with a group of students clearly too drunk to function. Both guys and girls surrounded her, their hands brushing against her arm, her waist, even her bare shoulders as they laughed and stumbled around her. Yuna didn't seem to notice—or maybe she didn't care—but Riven noticed.
Her jaw tightened as she reached for her drink, her knuckles white as she gripped the glass and downed what remained in one go. It didn't help. Her pulse was already racing, heat prickling under her skin as she tried—and failed—not to notice the dip of Yuna's waist or the way her dress brushed against her thighs with every sway of her hips.
A particularly bold drunk stumbled too close, their hand lingering on Yuna's arm longer than Riven could stomach, and something hot and primal flared in her chest. I swear to god, if one more idiot touches her… The thought hit her like a spark to dry kindling, igniting a wave of heat she couldn't suppress. Her hand clenched around the empty glass, the burn of the whiskey doing nothing to dull the sharp edge of jealousy clawing at her chest.
Her gaze dropped briefly, unbidden, to the curve of Yuna's collarbones visible beneath the sheer overlay of her dress. How the fuck does she look so innocent and so goddamn sinful at the same time? Riven's throat tightened, heat pooling low as her mind betrayed her, conjuring the image of threading her fingers through Yuna's loose bun, tugging hard enough to hear that soft, melodic laugh dissolve into a breathless moan—something raw, something for her alone. She poured herself another whiskey neat almost full, downed her drink in one go, the burn doing absolutely nothing to quell the maddening urge to cross the room, grab Yuna by the waist, and pull her out of this mess—preferably into somewhere far darker and far more private.
The crowd pressed closer, the heat of bodies and alcohol thick in the air. Loris, somehow now shirtless, had climbed onto a table, waving a bottle of champagne like a sword as he teetered precariously on the edge. "TO CHAOS!" he bellowed, his brown hair wild and sweat-slicked, before popping the bottle with a triumphant pop and spraying the foamy liquid over the screaming crowd. Cheers erupted, followed by a mix of laughter and groans as the spray drenched anyone within range.
"Take it off!" someone yelled from the crowd, and Loris, ever the showman, actually paused, grinned, and pretended to consider it.
🎶: ZOO - TAEYONG, JENO, HENDERY, YANGYANG, GISELLE
By now, the music had shifted into something bass-heavy and primal, the kind of beat that made the floor vibrate. The strobe lights painted the room in flashes of electric blue and pink, turning every moment into a snapshot of debauchery. Someone near the dance floor tripped and fell, dragging another down with them, but both were too drunk to care as they dissolved into hysterical laughter. A few students were jumping on couches, shoes off but clearly beyond any sense of decorum, while others cheered them on.
Samantha, perched near the bar with her martini in hand, surveyed the madness like a queen watching her unruly subjects. She crossed one leg over the other, her emerald green dress hugging her frame perfectly as she sipped her drink. "Fucking idiots," she muttered under her breath, though the faint smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement.
A champagne cork whizzed past her, narrowly missing her head and hitting the wall behind her with a dull thud. Samantha didn't even flinch. She turned her head slowly, her gaze locking onto Loris with the kind of look that could freeze a volcano.
"You're paying for that," she said flatly, raising her martini glass in a mock toast before taking another sip.
Loris, undeterred, threw his arms in the air. "WORTH IT!" he shouted, before leaping from the table into the crowd below, the mass of bodies catching him with a roar of approval.
The room was pure chaos. Glitter from Seraphine's dress seemed to be everywhere, and Vi was somewhere in the throng of dancers, her distinctive burgundy hair flashing in and out of view as she moved with Caitlyn pressed close. Someone had tied a string of fairy lights around themselves and was stumbling around like a human disco ball, while in the corner, two students argued loudly over who could chug the most tequila.
Far from all the debauchery and chaos, a lone figure lingered in a shadowed alcove, tucked just out of sight but with a perfect view of the grand hall. Ginger hair caught the faint glow of the party lights, and the light from her phone illuminated her sharp features as she recorded the mayhem unfolding. A sly smirk curved her lips as she zoomed in, her camera sweeping over the revelry. The crowd swayed and stumbled, glitter and alcohol staining the air with chaos, but her gaze lingered on one spot in particular. Vi and Caitlyn. Practically dance-fucking on the floor, their movements so blatant they might as well just do it. So good for mommy dearest to see…
"This is a fucking goldmine," she murmured, her voice low, dripping with wicked amusement. Her smirk deepened as she tilted her head, snapping another shot. "Thank the fucking gods." She lowered her phone, pocketing it smoothly, her sharp eyes never leaving the scene. She continued watched with calculated interest, every so often making a note or snapping another picture.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN