hopeless for the holidays ✧ q.k | ✔

two

On December 31st, you stepped into the old courthouse downtown with Eunji, out of the freezing cold and into a bright, glamorous venue. The main entry had been converted into a ballroom of sorts for the occasion, all the original marble flooring and walls, and oak and gold detailing preserved. Round, standing cocktail tables had been set up all around, a bar to the back and the side, waiters coming around with hors d'oeuvres, and even a live band set up on the landing of the grand staircase at the back. It was decorated in festive, New Year's appropriate gold, silver, and black decorations, tinsel, baubles, stars, miscellaneous firework-adjacent shapes.

"Okay... not bad," you muttered to Eunji as you took it all in.

"Told you it would be classy!" She whispered victoriously to you. Latching onto your arm, she pulled you into the crowd. "Come on!"

She diverted your course towards a table, and you saw a dark-haired man standing there in a neutral grey suit with a red-and-green plaid tie.

"Y/N, you remember my coworker, Kim Doyoung." Your friend gestured between the two of you.

"Of course, it's good to see you again, Doyoung." You greeted the man brightly.

The few lawyer activities that Eunji had dragged you to before—more casual affairs—you had been introduced to many of her coworkers, but Doyoung must have been the only one that fit the criteria for tonight: single and hopeless on New Year's Eve.

"You too, Y/N." He nodded to you politely.

You liked Doyoung and all, he was a nice man, but you could already tell from the few times you'd met him before that he was a workaholic. Now, you were aware that most lawyers were, but Doyoung seemed beyond that. Eunji brought you to their firm's Holiday Party last year, where he was recognized for putting in the most billable hours out of dozens of attorneys—and he was only a junior partner. You doubted he went anywhere but work, the courthouse, and home, where he presumably did even more work.

"Eunji, I'm so glad you're here, actually," Doyoung pulled out his phone, opening up his email app. "I was at the office right before I came here and—"

"No, Doyoung." Eunji snatched his phone from hands, turned it off, and tucked it inside his jacket pocket. "No work. Don't make any work calls, take any work calls, check your email, none of that."

"But we're surrounded by other lawyers."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, you can talk about some law stuff, informally. But I want you to actually talk to human people not for the purposes of a file tonight, okay? Sound good?"

"I suppose I can do that for a night."

"And I want you to find someone to kiss at midnight."

"What?!"

"That isn't me or Y/N."

Doyoung seemed like he was about to pass out. "Eunji, this is very unprofessional—"

"I just said I'm off-limits."

"Yes, but—"

"I'm going to get Eunji and I drinks," you interrupted their typical bickering.

"Negroni!" She chirped, squeezing your arm before going right back into with her coworker.

With the sounds of their squabbling fading into the din of the crowd, you slowly meandered to the bar on the opposite side of the room. Putting in Eunji's negroni and your own cocktail order with the bartender, you watched as he got caught by a very insistent older man who clearly thought himself to be very important as he put in what seemed like seven different drink orders as he ticked them off on his fingers as he spoke.