his boy // newtmas & dylmas oneshots

masquerade ~ newtmas

"Everyone is talking about this," the Korean boy got him ready, shoved him into a suit. "It'll be fun," he fixed his messy blond hair into somewhat perfect curls. "Maybe you'll meet someone," he gave him a detailed red mask with devil horns on the top (matching his red tie, of course) that only showed chocolate brown eyes and his mouth. "There ya go, Newtie. Thank me later." Minho had winked at him before slipping his own mask on, a silver cat, careful not to mess up his hair.

They drove to the party debating pros and cons, with Newt listing cons and Minho arguing with pros. Minho had already won, anyway. They were going, weren't they? They pulled up to the gorgeous hall, students pouring in and out the doors. They could hear music blaring from the inside, feel the bass in their bones.

Whoever rented this place out must have hella money was Newt's first thought upon entry. It was a large dining hall; pillars of shiny, smooth stone full of intricate carvings surrounded the dance floor, large chandeliers loomed above, and radiant gold light illuminated the room. It was like out of a Disney movie, and Newt figured it definitely didn't seem like a high school halloween party. Alas, it was a masquerade ball for high school students from the whole city, and Minho had dragged him to it.  

There were kids everywhere, a band playing on the stage, people on the dance floor. Minho gave Newt a wicked grin, and Newt just rolled his eyes and sighed. They paid the entry fee and joined the throng. 

About an hour passed before he happened, full of laughing and shouting and a little drinking. Minho and Newt were in a group of people, containing Alby, Ben, most of their friends and some girl named Teresa that Aris brought. 

It was Teresa who set the ball rolling. A boy their age who was tall, slim and had brown hair and a black fox mask on came over, leaned down and whispered something in her ear with soft looking pink lips. He had Newt's full attention immediately, somehow being sexy even though Newt couldn't see the top half of his face. The way he moved was like molten lava, so fluid and graceful that Newt couldn't help but stare.

A faster beat rocked the floor, and the band's singer called into the microphone, echoing across the room. "Get on the dance floor everyone, it's time to kick this up a notch!"

Beside him, Alby cackled and grabbed Newt's hand. Their group migrated onto the floor, everyone cheering as the band started to play and the lights dimmed. Everyone seemed to mush together in one smooth motion. All of the sudden, Newt found himself surrounded by people he didn't really know, but he recognized Teresa. She grabbed his arm so they wouldn't be separated, laughing.

"Dance with me, Newt!" She sounded so carefree and happy that he had to comply, focusing on keeping her near and losing himself in the loud music. They were giddy and carefree, and for once, homework and actual work and all those million things didn't weigh down on Newt's shoulders. He let loose, and danced.

A hand fell onto his shoulder when the song ended, and a low, smoky voice whispered in his ear. "Hey sweetheart, wanna dance?" 

Newt turned to see the boy from earlier, with the fox mask. Now normally, he wouldn't trust just anyone, and was usually very cautious. But he was just oh-so-attractive, and he had had a few sips of punch that had definitely been spiked, and he found he didn't particularly care. The band started up again, a slow song, and Newt smirked and set his hands on the other boy's shoulders.