Risky Masquerade

17

Somehow, Kang Han-sung found himself clad in a presentable jeans and shirt, standing right at the gates of the venerated Town Hall. The usually deserted building looked like a hub for high-schoolers, buzzing with well-dressed teens hoping for a memorable day in a forgettable town.

Impressed by how mundane the party looked, Han-sung's doubts began to subside. Maybe its an ordinary birthday party.

Quite amusingly, he was greeted by Yura and Jisoo engaged in a heated argument with poor In-jung who finally stepped out of her shell to have fun.

"Come on, guys! Back off!", Hoseok interrupted the two best friends.
"You guys are seriously fools to bank on In-jung for providing your mums with excuses. Jeez, this is exactly what happens with liars."

The girls inflicted an invisible ceasefire, and walked away. No one messes with the just and liberal Jung Hoseok who possessed qualities fit for a ruler.
And yes, no one wants to get on the wrong side of the school's hottest soccer player.

Han-sung waved at Hoseok and In-jung who welcomed him pleasantly.
They kindly led him towards the food table as well which happened to replenish itself no matter how much hungry people went mafia on it.

The boy seemed visibly uncomfortable.
And yes, he did catch the eye of our benevolent Devil who raised his glass at Han-sung who smiled awkwardly.

In a split second, Han-sung lips curved into a creepy smile. His hands sunconsciously reached for a drink, which he chugged in seconds and moved towards the dance floor.
He was most definitely not being himself. And all of us know the cause behind it.

Psst. Act casual, or He might get you.