Words in bold are spoken in English.

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"...You look nice?" Park Jimin smiled at me sheepishly, the small, chubby hand wrapped around his glass shaking slightly with nerves as I sighed exasperatedly.

"Thank you, Jimin, but that's the fourth time you've told me. You needn't tell me again." I swirled my glass of champagne in my hand, feeling the seconds slip away at the speed of gentle snow falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm not really good at these things - I mean, I am! I just - I try to be, I really do tr - I'm not, I don't know why I'm not." he stared down meekly, avoiding my gaze as I stared at his shy, yet gorgeous, face.

"It's fine, really. I'm not either." silence spread over the two of us, a thin veil that neither wished to break. "Well, I'm going to go get another drink at the bar, I'll see you around, Jimin."

"But wait! I'm supposed to stay with y-!"

"It's fine, Jimin, my father won't find out. Mingle, have some fun! It's a party after all!" I winked, before wandering off towards the bar in search of a magic potion of sorts that will make this night just that little bit more bearable.

"Yes, ma'am?" the bartender glanced at me nonchalantly, cleaning one of the glasses with a dirty rag.

"Um, scotch on the rocks, please." I mumbled as he quickly got to making the drink. Glancing to the side, I saw a man leaning against the counter with a whisky in hand.

He was undeniably gorgeous, and that honestly didn't put him to justice. He had large, brown doe eyes and slightly tan skin. His top lip was much thinner in comparison to the bottom lip, and both were curved upwards on the right in a mocking smirk. Despite everyone else's black tie attire, he chose to wear black ripped skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a leather jacket; and I couldn't even begin to explain how well it suited him. His shiny, dark brown - almost black - hair along with his attire made him stick out like a sore thumb in the brightly lit room occupied by women in mostly white dresses and men in matte black suits, and I couldn't understand how I hadn't noticed him earlier. He was clearly not someone that was supposed to be here, he was simply too gorgeous. Too beautiful. Too ethereal.

"Do I know you?" I sassed, resting a hand on my hip as the bartender slid over my drink.

"Oh, I'm nobody. Just crashing some dumb debutante's party." he smirked, chuckling lightly as he took a sip of his own drink.

"Oh? Would you mean for 'dumb' to describe the party, or the debutante? Because I might agree with you, or I might be offended." I took a sip of my own drink, side-glancing him before staring over at Jimin, who was shyly sipping at his champagne in the corner.

"...You're the dumb debutante, aren't you?"

"Kim (y/n). Welcome to my dumb party." I held out my hand, hinting for him to shake it.

"Jeon Jungkook. Charmed, I'm sure." he smirked once more, grabbing my hand and shaking it gently before returning to his original stance, looking ahead as I stared at his side profile.

"Do you crash a lot of these parties?" I asked, raising my eyebrow as I took another sip.

"I take my free alcohol where I can get it. Usually my hyungs come, but it's just Tae-hyung today... He's probably chatting up another dumb, middle class bitch as we speak... No offense." he laughed nervously, avoiding my gaze.

"None taken... Until you said 'no offence', of course." he snickered, requesting another drink from the bartender before staring back at me. "So, what are you doing with yourself anyway? To me, you just seem to be the epitome of Biker Gang Reject, so I doubt you live around here." I requested yet another drink, staring up at him silently in search of a response.

"Oh, I'm just passing through. I'm headed to California." he smiled to himself as he stared out at the crowd.

"California? What's there for you?"

"Oh, you know. Guns N' Roses, Metallica, Red Hot Chili Peppers. This is where you ask me if those are clubs and I smirk at you."

"I'm very aware of the world of rock, thank you very much. Metallica has written some amazing songs, and wrote the first tunes I learnt on guitar, but if you ask me, Red Hot Chilli Peppers is nothing but a series of one hit wonders. I tend to prefer English music, personally." I rolled my eyes and stared at him.

"English music?" he glanced at me with a cock o his brow and a small smirk,"What kind of English music?"

"You know, The Cure, The Jam, Led Zeppelin. That kind of thing. What's your interest in them, anyway?" My tone remained dry as I stared him down.

"My interest?"

"You know, your interest in all of these Californian rock stars?"

"Are you actually asking me that?! They're the greatest minds of our generation! I'm going down to California, because I'm one of the greatest minds, too."

"Yes, and you're going to leave South Korea and travel all the way to America to become a musician, writing and playing songs in a language that you probably can barely even speak. Good luck with that."

"Excuse you, but I'll have you know I speak perfectly fine English." his tone was sarcastic as he stood in front of me, making me fully aware of his height advantage.

"Oh really? Fine. Do you play any instruments? What kind of songs do you write?" I spoke, leaning back on the bar as I watched him with amusement.

"You don't need to play instruments to be a musician. You just need to be able to feel the music in your bones. And, I've not really written any songs yet, but they'd be about integrity, honour, and the lives we were promised from birth before the real world came into play!"  he sounded so proud of himself as he spoke, until he saw me staring at him sarcastically"

"Well,  you clearly have lots of experience in the field. ""

"Look, I didn't say I had it all figured out, did I?"

"Hmph. Your artistic appeal must have the ladies breaking down your door." I rolled my eyes, leaning against the bar and sipping my drink.

"You're sarcastic... Which is an ugly thing for a woman to be."

"Congratulations! You and my father express the same concerns!"

"Um... (y/n)?" I glanced down to see Jimin, him being a bit shorter than me when I wear my heels.

"Yes, Jimin?" I tilted my head at him.

"Your father asked me to get you... You have to do the, uhhhhhh, the thing now."

"Oh, right.  Sorry, Jungkook, but I've got to go. Hope to chat again,  wait around!" I called, waving at him as I ran off to the centre of the dance floor, mentally preparing myself as my father stood next to me with a microphone in hand.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,  and thank you all for coming! As you know, this lovely lady here is my daughter, Kim (y/n). Joining her for her first dance this evening, is her escort, Mr. Park Jimin!" he yelled, stepping off to the side as a simple violin Waltz was played by the band. 

Jimin and I danced around the room, my dress floating about us gracefully but it all still felt so wrong. About halfway through the dance I saw a man similar to Jungkook in the sense that he looked Godlike and seemed completely out of place, but his hair was a light brown and he was leaving with some random girl tucked under his arm. I assume he was the 'Tae-hyung' Jungkook had referred to earlier.

Nearing the end of the song I glanced around, looking for Jungkook in hopes of engaging in conversation once more, but I saw him walking out,  with a cigarette and lighter in hand.

Finally, the song ended and I bowed and ran to the door in search of Jungkook, seeing him just outside with a cigarette held between his lips as he walked towards his car. 

"Excuse me? Don't you know it's rude to leave a party without saying goodbye to the hostess?"

"Why don't you come with me? It will dispense with the need for goodbyes and therefore eliminate my transgression." he had a cheeky smile as he shook his car keys in front of me.

I however, just stared at him indignantly.

"You want me to leave my debutante party with you? The asshole who thinks wearing leather jackets, smoking and riding a bike will make him look sexy and cool? The idiot who wasn't even invited!"

"Yeah, but daddy wouldn't like that, would he?"

And so I left.