WOES OF THE HEART [SEONGJOONG]

♡ DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

A/N: Another shot borrowed from a book of mine with a different ship. Not a complete angst but ye lol. Hope y'all like it ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

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The room was large and extremely spacious yet he felt suffocated. The enormous space was now crammed with too many people to every nook and corner and that could, perhaps, been a reason for his dizziness, but truthfully, it wasn't. His eyes scanned the place attentively, sharp gaze scrutinizing every single spot and faces in singularity, particularly young men. He had to be careful, as all that was visible to him were their eyes and smile. His work would've been much easier if it wasn't a masquerade, but, could he complain?

The ambience was warm, inviting and merry for all, with the prior exception of our protagonist, who was currently standing with his back against the wall, looking disturbed, thanks to his mask that his creased forehead and scrunched up yet attentive face was not visible to the rest. The grandeur and pompousness of the place was something foreign to him, as he wasn't really used to this all. His days passed within the monotony of troubles of solving mysteries, wrestling with the rascals, handcuffing criminals and bringing justice to the society. His time passed amidst countless files and papers, brain stabbing cases, strenuous days and sleepless nights. He wasn't the type to spend time in idle things, and even if he had a leisure that too in the rarest of cases, he would always prefer to spend it in sleep or study.

But today, his unexpected presence at the party was not as a part of his free time. He had a purpose and it was important.

Food and wine flowed in galore and the low hums of the instruments were audible. His eyes were still amidst the crowd, at times diverting to the grand chandeliers above, or to the exquisite designs on the walls, the portraits, statues and carvings or on certain occasions, the dresses of the folks. This officer had style, and even though his work had refrained him from his little hobby, he never really missed the chance of appearing neat and proper and seldom dressing up a little more glamorous whenever he got the liberty.

He was not too proud of his looks, even though he knew very well that his features were too striking to make anyone believe that he was an active part of the police department and indulged himself in dangerous works almost everyday. Tall, lanky, sweet faced, mild voice. Doe eyes, plump lips, sweet smile, soft skin. Young and beautiful.

An officer? Definitely no.

But here he was, standing in one corner of the room in an expensive attire meant for the occasion, a wine glass in his hand and eyes never leaving the scenario in front of him.

"Hwa hyung, is everything alright?"

The addressed boy turned to his right, to see another boy standing beside him, dressed in styled attires and a mask that was too big to almost cover his entire face. This lad was almost equivalent to his height but younger to him, and he too bore the same sweet features that could easily contradict his post of being an assistant.