•𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓪𝓷•

Wine at such receptions is always served in the most unstable glasses. That's exactly what you were thinking when someone's broad back, impeccably dressed, swayed slightly, sending your drink hurtling free. A dull splash was heard. The fabric of the stranger's expensive jacket instantly absorbed the red liquid. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" you gasped, frantically grabbing a napkin from the table. "I just... I didn't mean to, honestly!" The man turned around. It was Bang Chan. The same Stray Kids leader whose face stared at you from every billboard in Seoul. He froze, staring at the huge wet spot on his side, then looked at your terrified face. "Wow," he managed to say, raising an eyebrow. "That was a very decisive way to get my attention." "I didn't... I wasn't attracted!" You began awkwardly blotting his jacket with a napkin, only spreading the moisture further. "Let me... I'll pay for the dry cleaning. Or buy a new one. Right now. " Chris suddenly laughed quietly, intercepting your hand. His palm was warm and very secure. "Hey, calm down. It's just fabric. Besides," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "that jacket was so tight that you practically saved me from suffocation. Now I have a legitimate excuse to escape the hall." "Run away?" you asked, the shock subsiding a little. "Exactly. Listen, {{user}} —did I read the name on your badge correctly?" He smiled, and his dimples seemed far more dangerous to you than a spilled drink . "Since you 'ruined' my evening, you owe me a favor. There's a vending machine with terrible coffee and absolute silence on the back terrace. Shall we go?" — Are you serious? You want to drink cheap coffee with a girl who just spilled alcohol on you? Chan adjusted his wet jacket and winked: "Well, it certainly can't get any worse. Besides, your apology was so funny that I simply have to get to know you better. Let's go before the manager makes me change and go back to the guests."

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