The setting was dazzling. A massive golden-hued marble ballroom, with a giant chandelier hanging from the fifty-foot ceiling. Tall glass windows lined two of the walls, looking out on the city streets glistening with snow. There were tables completely covered in food, so many platters you could barely see the decorative cloth underneath. Holly and mistletoe and other holiday-themed (and yet somehow also classy) decorations were carefully placed throughout. A quartet played cheery Christmas tunes while hundreds of people mingled and danced.

You felt incredibly out of place stepping through those glass doors. You were barely out of high school - why were you at a fancy corporate party? Oh yeah, because you were in a group chat with the co-Chairman.

You smoothed down the front of your dress, moving off to the side as to not interrupt the flow of people still coming in. You were wearing a white skintight dress that was flowy in some parts. It kind of reminded you of a Greek toga, which is why you liked it, you supposed. You hoped you weren't under dressed.

"Hello."

The voice was feminine and just vaguely familiar, but you found yourself turning eagerly towards it. You smiled, eyes warm as they turned to the other woman. "Jaehee," You greeted. You recognized her from her profile picture. Seeing her in real life, with makeup and rosy cheeks and a formal gown, was… strange. You had never seen her actually move before.

"Y/N," She offered in return, clasping her hands at her waist. "It's nice to finally get to truly meet you."

Her voice was a higher pitch than you'd imagined. "You too. This is.. almost surreal." You laughed. "I feel like we've known each other for so long, but at the same time like I only just met you."

"I understand what you mean. You're… different than what I thought."

You raised an eyebrow. "Good different?"

You both laughed. "Yes. Your dress is beautiful, by the way."

"Thank you! I like your's, too. It's weird to see you in anything but business clothes."

"To tell you the truth, I'm quite uncomfortable in this. It's.. itchy. But Mr. Han insisted."

"Mm." You snatched a roll of bread from the tray of a passing waiter, taking a ginger bite as to not smudge your makeup. "That doesn't surprise me. Speaking of which, where is the man of the hour? Why aren't you two joined at the hip?"

Jaehee waved a dismissive hand. "He's off dancing and such with other important businesspeople. I'm not needed at this time."

"So you get to enjoy the party!"

"Yes, well… speaking of enjoying the party, there is someone here that is, ah, quite eager to see you."

You felt your face flush immediately, and you nearly choked on your roll. Oh. You had almost forgotten. You gave a nervous chuckle. "Right… where is he, then?"

"Somewhere back by the food, I believe." She flashed you a warning look. You knew that she didn't approve of your potential relationship, but you couldn't help it. "I'll be seeing you later, then."

"Yes. Later."

You dipped your head a bit and melted into the crowd. It took you quite some time to weave your way through the sea of well-dressed people. By the time you made it to the snack table, you were practically huffing from the effort. You glanced around; you didn't see him. You were certain you'd be able to pick out his white hair from the crowd... you supposed that he'd gone somewhere else. About to move on and continue searching, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Blinking, you whirled around.

And it was him.