"The moon shone Bright that night ... And the poetry? It just happened" ―Aashiesh Agarwaal,Nomad and His Rhymes : Journey Of Twin Flames
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Songs For This Chapter:
Over The Influence- The Neighbourhood
Affection- Cigarettes After Sex
♠Jungkook's POV♠
I twirl the champagne in my flute and sigh avoiding eye contact with everyone in the ballroom.
The Christmas decorations are still up and Mariah Carey's 'All I want for Christmas' is piercing my eardrums. A Happy New Year banner is hanging above my head and I ignore all the chit chatter surrounding me.
I pat down my hair that you had perfectly styled with your magical hands.
You didn't lie, my dear Red, when you pointed out that this hair color was bold but I didn't think it'd draw this much attention but then again just how surprised am I supposed to be when we share the same hair color and after seeing how men were literally drooling after you.
I can feel many eyes on me as I lean against the little standing table used to each person's individual beverages and snacks.
I bring my glass of champagne to my lips and a drip of water on the side of the glass falls on my open chest.
I remove the flute of champagne from my lips and quickly use my fingers to wipe it off but catch several women glancing my way and whispering to each other.
I sigh and tug a little on the chain decorating my neck and resume my drinking.
I'm used to people staring at me due to my tattoos and my exterior build but now it's as if I have the spotlight literally hanging over my head.
In the corner of my eyes I catch Taehyung as he shimmies through the crowd with his eccentric fashion sense and reaches me, I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Was this color really necessary?" I ask him while nodding towards his extremely eye catchy all hot pink suit with a blue turtleneck sweater underneath, his dark leather boots and a long coat hanging over his broad shoulder. His long blondish brown hair is pulled up in a clean bun, two strands decorating the sides of his face.
"It's called fashion Kookie, get with the times" he says while bobbing his head to the music and I scoff.
"You don't see me complaining about your all black outfit" he points out.
