Together We're Lost (In A Dream) [Kaisoo Fanfic]

One

Tiny spots of light glistened all around, decorating the walls and ceiling of Kyungsoo's lavish bedroom. It was like staring up into the night sky at the millions of beautiful stars above him, each one whispering sweetly down to him. At least, that's what he imagined it to look like; living in the centre of Victorian London, Kyungsoo had never seen stars.

In a few years time he would be encouraged to follow in his late father's footsteps and gain his own place within an established law firm, not simply under his uncle's wing. Then, he would marry a beautiful lady from a wealthy family like his own, leaving his brothers to run the house alone until it was their turns.

Since his mother and father passed, Kyungsoo had been forced to grow up far earlier than most boys his age, being left with no choice but to become the master of the house at the (almost) tender age of fifteen. Now, one year later, he earned enough to support himself and his two brothers with a job at his uncle's law firm, and the substantial inheritance left to them in his parents' will was more than enough for them to live comfortably.

But Kyungsoo would sometimes find himself lying back on his bed and lighting the little lamp his father gifted to him so many years ago, the countless stars that littered the room enough to make him feel like a child again.

Tonight was no different, except the knowledge that he must attend the annual masquerade dance in just a few hours loomed over him like a great black cloud. The dance served to introduce young men and women to each other in hopes of their families finding them a suitable partner, and since he was sixteen years of age, Kyungsoo was now obliged to attend. Though many of the girls longed for the day they would be old enough to go, every wealthy boy in the town despised the tedious dance, and Kyungsoo was no exception. At least he had the liberty of choosing his own match, yet he was certain his aunt and uncle would insist on their input.

Of course, at a mere fourteen years old Sehun was given the option to attend, to which he hastily declined. And, since the night of the dance fell a fair few months before Zitao's sixteenth birthday, he too rejected the invitation.

Which was how Kyungsoo found himself attending the dreaded masquerade dance alone, assuming that the footman of the horse and carriage failed to count as his 'plus one'.

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Pale skin, broad shoulders, perfectly curved figure accentuated by the black and white suit that hugged it. A mop of tousled black hair was swept upwards to show off the extravagant mask, which curled elegantly down one side of the boy's face and came to a point just above his top lip.

The intricate gold designs adorning the black and cream leather mask only highlighted the soft curves of the boy's lips, the subtle slope of his button nose and the large, rounded eyes that were lined with glistening jewels and sequins.

The mask gleamed and shimmered as the boy danced and twirled merrily under the soft glow of the ballroom lights, his doe eyes crinkling up into perfect crescents.

Oh, how he wished to see the rest of the boy's face again. His beauty was truly ethereal and utterly incomparable.

A soft, barely audible cough sounded just to the left of his ear, a tiny sprinkle of golden fairy dust landing on his bare collarbone as a result.

"Yes, hyung, you are just as beautiful."

"Damn right, I am. Now, are you going to talk to this boy or not?"