Under The Mistletoe (A Jungkook One Shot)

Under the Mistletoe

Upon entering the tall and white building which you attend every year, an overload of paparazzi and interviewers ushered you through the door, asking for your attention at any given moment. You smiled and waved at a good amount of them only to keep their pestering to a minimum, but soon they all shifted their energy onto the next big name who had just walked in. Multiple mutually famous artists and singers greeted you along the way, exchanged some words with you and soon enough, you were back at square one and on your own. This is how you liked it anyway; you were never in it for the fame. You found yourself comfortable over by the snacks and desserts area, a place where you'd much rather be instead of the glorified limelight. But, something was off. The strange feeling of someone watching you overtook your senses.

What is that guy looking over here for? He stared at you from across the room, his sharp cat-like eyes piercing into you like knives as they scanned your confused face. You looked away nervously and then back again moments later, and to your surprise, he begun walking through the crowd in your direction, holding a glass of red wine in which he used to cut through the swarms of people. Christmas songs played and echoed throughout the ball room and your intricate dress felt heavy, but you didn't let that distract you. The heels you wore at your feet ached your entire body, but you were convinced that this was the one and only time you'd torture yourself to look good. At least now, you figured it would probably be worth it.

He smirked beautifully as he neared where you stood at the food stand, and when he finally made it over, all he said was, "Hello." You smiled and looked down, fumbling with the gold blingy clutch that you had been holding onto which contained all of your money for the night. "H-how do you do?" You nodded quickly, turning away from him slightly to appear uninterested.

"Fancy meeting you here," he conversed, pouring himself more wine, and proceeding to take a dainty sip while he watched you. "Uh... do..do I know you?" You asked while grabbing a red velvet cupcake off of a nearby tray. As you licked the icing carefully so you wouldn't dirty your face with it, he gave you an eye smile and set his glass down. "No, but I would like to get to know you, if you don't mind of course," he stated respectfully as he licked the wine from his lips, continuing to keep his distance.

After that proposal, your eyes widened and you finished eating the icing from the cupcake, and grabbed a napkin to place the remains of it in. "Look, I'm not that easy," you posed in a flat tone. "I came here for the food and decor. I'm not one of those," you sassed, and with that walked past him, being sure to bump his arm the slightest bit on your way. The scent of your perfume drew his gaze to you all the while you ascended to the top floor of the mansion, up to the balcony which oversaw the lake and night sky. He was quite the looker, but you weren't sure if giving in to a stranger just because of his looks would be the best thing to do tonight.

Your red satin dress draped all around you like a rose bud, flowing in the warm breeze through the white rails of the terrace; an open, bright area made of fine marble and detailed with silver trim. This party was one of the best thrown yearly in town before New Years, one that only the best of names are present. The theme was usually a mix of Christmas and New Years, because half of the party is spent on December 31st, and the second half on January 1st. You are a famous painter, one that submits realistic recreations of presidents, celebrities and sceneries of palaces, nature, and animals. Your works have been placed in museums all over the world, and yet you obtained all of the humble minds in the world put together, for sometimes you even forgot who you apparently were in society.

Your eyes sparkled in the moonlight as it shown down on your dewy skin, eyelashes batting and your hair done up gracefully. Granted, you had one of your friends style it for you beforehand, but it suited you well. You held your arms tightly, your elbows rested on the stone rail, your breathing slowed peacefully and you viewed the beautiful sight below you.