Take all of me

The Met Gala, a world-renowned fashion event that Yizhuo had only heard about and seen online. But now, she was the one attending, much of a change. 

Everything had gone well during the fitting and preparations, if we ignored the fact that her hair had nearly fallen off midway. She had always wanted to try to be bald, but today surely wasn’t the day to debut baldness. 

The red carpet in itself had gone well, she had posed for the cameras, chatted with other celebrities and finally met with her leader, Yu Jimin, who had been waiting for hours now. 

“Oh my god you left me alone for so long,” Jimin had pouted, pulling her into a hug, careful not to ruin her dress. 

Yizhuo had let out a soft giggle and taken her hand into hers. “I’m sorry unnie, they had to fix my hair and it took a lot longer than expected.”  

The rest of the Gala had gone well, she had met plenty of people she looked up to and eventually ended up going back to her hotel briefly to shoot for her brand and change into a new dress. 

This one landed on the upper part of her thighs and suited her forms just right, a pure masterpiece from the Gucci Primavera Fall collection. The stylists had pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail and had changed her makeup slightly to fit the outfit. 

She had walked into the afterparty with high expectations, the whispers she had heard enough to build up anticipation. Jimin and her had received an invitation a few days prior, and they had discussed how they expected things to play out beforehand. 

The music was loud, many people were already sitting at tables and she scanned the room to find her leader. Her eyes caught sight of her and she excused her way through the crowd. Jimin was talking to someone, another celebrity whose name Yizhuo couldn’t quite remember. 

She sat down at the table and smiled politely, extending her hand to the girl. Jimin resumed her conversation with a smile and Yizhuo’s eyes started wandering, trying to see who had actually come or not. 

Her lips curved into a smile when she caught sight of her across the room, leaning against a high table with a drink in hand, surrounded by people who all seemed to be competing for her attention. 

She looked awfully good. God, Yizhuo bit down her lip. She was wearing an all white outfit that had Yizhuo frozen on the spot. From there, she could catch a glimpse of her defined stomach and the curve of her breasts, much to her delight. She had bangs on, Yizhuo’s favorite, and she was laughing at something someone said. 

But apparently, Yizhuo had spent too much time staring at her because Lisa’s gaze landed on her, giving her the signal that she had been caught staring. 

The corner of Lisa’s lips curved and Yizhuo felt heat crawling up her neck. She quickly turned back to Jimin, pretending to be invested in the conversation, but she could still feel her eyes on her. 

“You okay?” Jimin asked once the third person excused herself from the table, leaving them alone. 

“Yeah,” Yizhuo frowned slightly. “Just–I’m gonna get something to drink.” 

Jimin shot her a smile and Yizhuo quickly jumped to her feet, heading toward the bar. She ordered a drink and turned to scan the room again. She was now standing closer to Lisa, and her eyes traveled from the highlighter on her cheeks to the way her abs flexed slightly when she shifted on her feet. 

She was taller than what Yizhuo had expected tonight, and she knew that if they were to be face to face again, she would have to tilt her chin up to look her in the eye. 

Once her drink in hand, Yizhuo casually passed by her table, as if she hadn’t purposely chosen her itinerary. Her breath caught when fingers wrapped around her wrist. 

“Yizhuo,” Lisa said, and Yizhuo felt goosebumps travel down her spine. 

“Hi,” Yizhuo tried to sound as casual as possible, turning back to look at her. “Long time no see.” 

“Indeed.” Lisa said slowly, her eyes traveling shamelessly over Yizhuo’s figure. “You look good tonight.” 

Yizhuo’s lips curved into a smirk, trying her best to appear unaffected by the words. “Don’t I always do?” 

“Right.” Lisa rolled her eyes playfully, bringing her glass closer to her lips. “First Met is always nerve-wracking, isn’t it?” 

Yizhuo tried her best to keep looking at her in the eye. “Hmm, the red carpet was fun, but I’m delighted that it’s over. I wanted to have fun.”