A/N:  The remix in the video above is mentioned in this chapter, so if you are wanting to hear what version I was referring to specifically here it is.  I haven't found many remixes I really like of any of their songs.  I think three at most if I remember correctly.

I almost feel like I should find it more odd than I do that I am the soulmate of one of the most popular musical groups in the world and this is the first time I have actually been in a limousine. Surprisingly, it's only the eight of us in the back of the limo. Jiwoo is following in her own vehicle since she figured she would probably end up leaving at a different time. Han Bin is the only security in our car, and he's seated in the front passenger seat next to the company's limo driver. The rest of security that is coming with us on this trip, including my own team, Hye Rin and Korain, are split up between two black SUVs; one leading in front of us and the other trailing behind us. I would think it's a shame that Hye Rin and I didn't have the chance to get to know each other better before arriving at the club, but honestly I'm quite enjoying spending this time with only my soulmates. I mean this is basically our first group date together in public where we aren't really having to secretly try to skirt around Army.

Namjoon and Jin won the spots beside me tonight, which somehow dictated to the maknae line that they would sit across from me. I'm honestly not sure I understand their reasoning behind that choice, but I definitely am not unhappy to just glance up and see their appreciative glances my way. Hobi pouted for only a moment before sitting on the other side of Jin. Yoongi, without a word, chose the other side of Namjoon. Okay so it might be a little crowded on my side of the car, but honestly I don't feel squished. No, I'm feeling the polar opposite actually, more like I'm being pampered and cherished by their closeness.

Jimin stands up from his seat and immediately heads toward the minifridge. He pulls out eight champagne flutes, which must have been tucked away nearby. I attempt my best not to frown at the glass only because I am hoping he doesn't expect me to drink champagne despite the fact that we are going out for a special night. Tae stands up with him and pulls two bottles from the minifridge, and I'm immediately relieved when he makes it a point to show me that the second bottle is sparkling cider. Jimin pulls the champagne bottle from Tae's hands and pops the cork facing the opposite direction from me. Somehow the thing ricochets off the roof and ends up in my lap. "Oh, love. I'm sorry." Jimin immediately drops to his knees in front of me to apologize which instantly has me erupting into giggles for some reason.

It takes a few moments for the giggles to subside and literally wave away his concern. "You didn't hurt me, Jimin. I promise." I smile reassuringly at him. He still looks a little worried that he had injured me with the flying projectile, but he slowly starts to come down from that and smiles warmly at me once again.

Namjoon clears his throat. "Please remember, that this isn't just a fun night out for us. So, let's not go crazy with the drinking tonight while we are in public. Remember we have to portray a certain image since we are there for some publicity stunt for the company."

The way he said 'stunt' sounded like he was uttering a profanity, but I definitely understood why he said it this way. Because in this case it might as well have been a curse word. None of them could really make sense of why the company would send them out for this, and, from my understanding, no one seemed to have a proper explanation either. "Now, instead of worrying too much over the debacle of why we are apparently supposed to be here. Or worrying too heavily over public perception. Let's instead focus on being able to go out like this with our Daisy." They raise their glasses to me, which shouldn't make me blush, but I can't keep the blood from rushing to my face anyway.

Not long after we are finally pulling up to the outside of the club. Jin leans over and whispers in my ear. His lips brushing my cheek while he speaks in almost a soft subtle kiss. "Remember this time around you want your picture taken. So lift that pretty head of yours proudly and smile your lovely smile. Wave to those that greet you. But they shouldn't be there to answer questions so ignore anything they toss out at you, Princess."

I kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you for the reminder." I smile broadly at him. He winks back at me only for his ears to start to pinken shortly thereafter.

We rearrange ourselves so that Jin goes out first. The others explain to me that it's tradition but I still frown because after sitting beside him the entire time I would have liked to walk in on his arm. That's when Hobi scoots over to me and explains something I hadn't fully considered. "While all of us want you on our arm, the paparazzi may see that as you showing favoritism to the one who escorted you, and we definitely don't want that. By the way, I did hear Jin tell you not to answer questions. There is one you can always answer, and that's regarding your outfit. They will ask you who you are wearing tonight."

We get out on the sidewalk and start traipsing in a somewhat orderly fashion. Our security giving us ample space but hovering within reach should anything bad arise. "Daisy, that outfit is inspired. Who are you wearing tonight?"

I smile brightly at the reporter that complimented me and asked the question. I pause on the sidewalk so they can take proper photos of said outfit. "The silver sequined top is a piece by SemSem. The boots." I lift up so they can see the bottom of one. "As you can see by the sole, are Louboutin's. The tuxedo jacket and the pants are both made by J-Hope's sister, Jiwoo."

Jiwoo is suddenly beside me. "Did I hear my name?" She smiles broadly. Then addresses the reporter that asked the question. "By the way, the bomber jackets BTS are wearing tonight are all my designs also."

I smile at my new sister brightly for a moment. Thanking her silently for rescuing me from the onslaught of questions, and mentally giggling at how she is using the moment for her own exposure. Anyone else I might be annoyed by that fact, but somehow I knew she partially did it for my benefit so I could actually continue to head into the club without too much hassle.

I didn't realize until I finally try to step away from the reporters that Yoongi remained hovering near the door. His face remains somewhat blank, but I can see the look of apprehension there hiding behind his dark eyes. I smile reassuringly at him before heading toward him. I get the impression that despite what the paparazzi might think or report he didn't really care for what their opinions might be. I have a feeling if they did try to paint me in a bad light he would be one of the first to go to the tabloid company in question and demand a rebuttal.

Despite being by the door, actually getting inside the club still seems to take forever because of the amount of people in front of me. In reality I am sure that it can't be more than a minute or two. Once we are actually inside I'm overwhelmed by the amount of people I see standing nearby and covering the dance floor beyond. But then again it is the club's grand opening. Luckily security is able to give us ample room to continue navigating toward our destination upstairs.

I feel the presence of one of my soulmate's behind me so I turn to look over my shoulder. Jk is doing his best not to wrinkle his nose. Then he leans his face down into the side of my neck which quite frankly shocks me. "Um. Jk, what are you doing?"

"So many smells. I need to desensitize them somehow."

I forgot that I heard somewhere that he is sensitive to strong smells. It's never really come up before now that I can recall however. "So, you are sniffing my neck to avoid all other scents around us?"

He shrugs. "I like your scent."

I smile up at him. "Silly bunny." I mutter softly enough that only those directly around us can hear me.

"I wasn't trying to be silly." He glances at me with wide eyes.

"I know that, but doesn't make you any less silly. I do hope that the VIP section won't be quite as overwhelming as this area is for you."

He shrugs. "If it is then I will just desensitize myself again." He is barely able to keep the smirk from his face.

"By that you mean you will just hide your nose into my neck again."

He leans in and whispers in my ear. "I don't know. It doesn't necessarily have to be your neck."

I halfway stumble away from his closeness. Warning fliraticious bunny alert. "Okay let's move on now shall we."

I don't register the change in music right away. One minute one song is ending and another is beginning. But when I do register the song playing, suddenly all eyes in the club are on us. The DJ queued a remix of Fire. I never even attempted to look up any remixes of their music, but I have to admit that this one sounds really good. Suddenly I'm being hauled off in the direction we had been slowly heading. I'm not concerned by the hand that grabbed my own. I felt his energy as he approached me. "You promised me a dance, Petal."

I smile warmly. "That I did." I try really hard not to think about my bold move the other day, but I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't wait to dance with him in the club.

Only a few steps later and we are finally actually in the private VIP section. A smaller, private version of the dancefloor already under our feet. Hobi at some point has already shedded the bomber jacket from his body, and I'm guessing Han Bin or another member of security took it to a nearby booth.

I can't get myself to look anywhere but at Hobi dancing in front of me. I had forgotten until that moment how transparent his sleeveless top was, and it makes me acutely aware of his hands on my hips as he encourages me to move to the beat. A moment or two later and I feel the presence of another of my soulmates behind me. I turn my head to the side so I can look over my shoulder. I'm not surprised that Jimin has chosen to join us on the dance floor. Although compared to what they normally do I'm not sure this could be quite considered dancing.

After that song is over those two disappear. I realize that I am going to be stuck here for a bit when Tae takes Hobi's place in front of me, and Jk takes Jimin's previous place behind me. Although where the dance between Hobi, Jimin, and I was more a sultry sway back and forth. This dance is more silly. I don't know if I should blame the song or the two loveable goofballs dancing with me. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if some of the moves they are doing are exaggerated versions of the choreo honestly.

I'm about to vocalize that I need a breather when a familiar song comes on. Jimin's sweet vocals joining the track alongside Ed Sheeran's in Perfect just like the time we listened to it before. Tae takes me in his arms and starts swaying, picking up in the same spot with the vocals he did that night in Brazil where we each took turns dancing to this song. I'm pretty sure they had someone request this song specifically for them so they could recreate this moment with me. I'm really not surprised that they remembered the order themselves when I am twirled into the next one's awaiting arms. After I have spent a line or two in each of their arms, and the song ends with me in Jimin's arms. I voice how I am growing tired and need a break.

They escort me over to the booth. "Would you like me to get you a drink, Daisy?" Hye Rin surprises me by asking. I had of course known she had been there the entire time, but honestly I had kind of been absorbed in the moment and not really aware of anyone outside of my soulmates.

"I'll get you one." Jiwoo comes up beside us and quickly intervenes. "What would you like?"

We had already discussed this a bit. It wasn't really anyone's business that I didn't drink outside of those closest to me, but we were concerned that if I didn't at least look like I was celebrating then that might be perceived badly on the club, which we were somewhat here to promote. So, I had chosen to instead get a Roy Rogers, which is just a coke with grenadine and a couple cherries, so basically a glorified Cherry Coke. I figured due to the cherries floating on top it was sure to give the impression that I had ordered an alcoholic drink even though I hadn't.

I noticed that Jk was somewhat distracted. He kept looking past my shoulder. "What is it, Bunny?" I turn and glance in the direction he is looking. He had for some reason followed Jiwoo's path with his eyes and seemed to be studying the bartender that was stationed upstairs with us.

He frowns, not like he is upset. It is more like he is concentrating. "I'm not sure."

Jiwoo returns shortly thereafter with my drink. We all agree to sit a few songs out, at least until my drink is finished. A few minutes after the glass is halfway empty though I start feeling really strange. My vision begins to swim somewhat, and I feel hotter than I did while I was on the dancefloor. I try to tell my soulmates that something is wrong, but what comes out of my mouth is instead is an unwarranted giggle. Then suddenly I'm pulling Hobi out of the booth with this huge desire to touch him, for him to touch me. "I want to dance some more, Hobi." I unbutton my jacket and throw it at one of the others, and then everything seems to just go dark.