MYSTIC MESSENGER: ONE SHOTS/IMAGINES

2. Jumin Han ~ "First Encounter"

Note: *y/n* = your name

Everyone was wearing black, white and silver. It was the party colors. Every guest is required to have their own mask since it was a masquerade ball.

A gigantic chandelier hanged proudly at the center of the ball room. At the sides are tables where guests can sit when they're tired. At the front area is a huge strair case welcoming everyone. It was a dreamy place.

At the corner of the room, stood a man in suit and half-faced silver mask. Jumin Han, one of the richest bachelor in the country. His black eyes roam the place lazily as he quietly sip his wine.

"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!" a voice caught his ears making him feel slightly irritated. It sounds like a nail scratching a blackboard. "There you are my lovely Mr. Han."

Do all girls really have this irritating voice?

His reserved self was always the one talking to people. Only Elizabeth the 3rd, his cat has witness the real Jumin hiding his mask.

"Yes? How may I help you?" He smiled sweetly. He cringed at how fake his smile was.

The woman just gasped in awe as she witnessed the ever handsome Jumin.

"Well... I was wondering if we could go out together." The woman was so blunt that his irritation has level up by 10%

"Do you have an appointment miss? You need to follow protocol for a meeting." He said coldly with a smile that didn't reached his eyes.

"What? I'm a celebrity... why can't you---" the woman didn't finished her sentence when someone interrupted their conversation.

"OMG Jumin Han? I am really excited to meet you in person!" another woman shrieks in delight. As if on cue, a group of girls ran towards his direction, asking for photos, numbers and even for a date!

"Excuse me Mr. Han. Some people from the business world want to meet you." His assistant Jaehee Kang said with no emotion on her face.

"Please excuse me ladies. But, I need to go." He formally bid goodbye to the ladies who was already frowning.

As he talked to all the people in the party, it felt so fake. But, he needs to do this for his company. He knows that building connections plays a vital role in the business world. You will be nothing without connections.

All the people at the party are dying to meet him. Everyone was hoping they'd talked to him casually. But, he remained his calmed, reserved and a 'man of etiquettes' persona. Forcing laughter... faking smile... exchanging compliments to gain new investors. It was pretty tiring.

He needs air. He needs to breathe. He took off his mask, brought a glass of wine and excused himself from the crowd.

He found himself at the east wing balcony. The moon was so bright that it feels so mystical. He closed his eyes to feel the serenity. He can only feel such pleasure of silence when he is looking at his cat.

He was there imaging how his cat is doing at his penthouse when he heard something. He opened his eyes and saw a girl taking off his high-heeled shoes. She has this long brown curly hair that extends up to her lower back. Her silver halter long dress hugs her body perfectly. She sparkles under the moonlight.

She took a deep breath. It was a breath of relief. She must've been suffocated at the party. She relaxed herself and started staring at the moon. He saw her smiled. It was so refreshing.

He cleared his throat to get the attention of this girl who doesn't seem to know his presence.

The girl immediately looked at his direction and he saw something in her eyes. It was different from the eyes he meets at the party. He saw ... surprise? He is not sure.