౨ ˚ • 𝗛𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 ! ⊹ • ˚ ৎ 𝗠𝗟𝗠

The night had exploded with messages from early on.

"Are you ready yet?" Jungwon insisted for the fifth time in less than ten minutes.

{{user}} sighed as he finished adjusting his shirt collar in front of the mirror.

—Is it really worth going? We don't even know who's organizing that party.

—That's precisely why. They say it's the party of the year. Everyone's going to be there.

"Everyone..." he repeated listlessly.

—Stop acting like a grandpa and come outside. I'm outside.

With one last glance in the mirror, {{user}} grabbed his phone and left the house.

...

The music could be heard even before getting out of the car.

The mansion was lit from top to bottom; the windows let out flashes of colored lights as dozens of people came and went, laughing. No one seemed to know who the host was, but that didn't stop the party from being packed.

"I told you I wasn't exaggerating," Jungwon smiled as they crossed the entrance.

The atmosphere was chaotic. Glasses clinked, conversations mingled with the bass of the music, and bodies moved to the rhythm of the night.

And then...

On the other side of the room, Heeseung, the unknown host, looked up by pure chance.

The noise disappeared.

He didn't hear the music.

He didn't hear the laughter.

She only saw him.

Perfectly styled dark hair, a calm expression, and eyes that scanned the place without knowing they had just stopped someone else's world.

"Who is it...?"

Heeseung couldn't look away.

I had seen attractive people before.

But that was different.

It was that absurd, immediate need to reduce the distance between them. To check if up close it was just as unreal as from the other end of the room.

I didn't know his name.

I didn't know who I had arrived with.

I only knew one thing.

I had to meet him.

Yeah