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a waltz of a lifetime

dearest beloved, let me tell you a story about how two souls who loathe one another with a burning passion resulted in both falling head over heels for one another, but now dear beloved its time, the time of the year where you have to attend a ball, a ball that only happens when a particular flower blooms, tis nothing but a cliche love story, but not for them.

Kim Namjoon, a man so clever, so charming, a not so easy target. Namjoon isn't just any man you see at a one night fancy ball, you see dear beloved, he's a skilled assassin. do not let his charm fool you oh child for he shall cut your throat if you ever misbehave. he had over dozens of stories to tell of his brave adventure of lust for blood. he doesn't really despise people its juts people often disgust him in ways one can't spell out.

 now you might be wondering why such a man is in a ball? a ball for two lovers to connect, dear beloved, people are humans and these things have emotion, this client has the emotion of jealousy or envious for their partner who suspiciously said was busy to attend a ball. Namjoon asked no further questions as he accepted the job quickly.

 the task was simple, indeed, find said target, kill them and job well done but not for long, as Namjoon stepped out of his carriage, that's covered in a combination of blue and gold with two great white stallions, i may not know how to describe said carriage, but dear belove it was a dashing one.

Namjoon wore his all time favourite, a black button up decorated with golden buttons and little  patterns of gold vines on the silk, covered with his black tailcoat which also has gold buttons. he wore his black dress pants along with dress shoes that has gold lining the outer sole. yes he's wearing all black, probably even black undergarments but lets not get ahead of ourselves. furthermore, Namjoon walked up the stairs into the royal ball.

doors opened for his arrival, guards standing motionless by each side holding onto their swords as if a battle will start any second. Namjoon looked around the castle hall way towards the ball room, everything seemed to be covered in dull colours of brown, white and gold. the floor was made of brown marble, ceilings decorated with paintings, walls covered in mirrors and also some framed paintings, Namjoon recognized one of them perhaps. along the way in the hallway he was directed by a servant to the ballroom as to not get lost in such a huge place.

the ball was filled with a mass of people from other countries and races alike. as he walked down the flight of stairs people stared at him as if he was a deity, if he was he'd probably be dionysus. arriving onto the ball floor the stares subsided and people began to do their own things, and for Namjoon to fine his target. he needs to find a very big man, tall as he can be and has a fluffy beard, 'he's probably a social butterfly' Namjoon thought and he was right. infront of him is none other than the man himself

Namjoon tapped his shoulder, "pardon me," he excused. 

the man turned around to see who had tapped his broad shoulders, to his surprise it was a handsome young lad. he chuckled and asked the lad for his purpose.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "are you perhaps Mr. Roderick?" he asked, the man nodded

"Yes, indeed i am Edward Roderick, the man with over dozens of beautiful daughters, are perhaps interested in one?" Namjoon shook his head while letting out a soft refusal and a laugh

"apologies good sir for i am not interested in one of your daughters for i have other intentions, its to talk with you privately." Namjoon said the last part with a dark tone sending shivers down the poor old mans spine. the old man nudged his elbow to his friend saying he'll be back after a while. 

following Namjoon out of the party and into the silent garden, wine in hand, the man was curious as to what the boy wanted to talk about so privately he barely knows the kid. Namjoon came to a stop infront of the fountain.