with a pensive look and a nostalgic smile, thinking back on the past that brought you to this point, you watch the stars and the moon decorate the sky on this last cold december night. tomorrow will be the first day of a new year, and you wanted more than anything for it to be as successful as the last. swirling your alcohol in the champagne glass you held between your fingers, you looked away to scan the room around you : many of your colleagues were rambling here and there, laughing and chatting away from the stresses of everyday life, under the purple and blue lights of the penthouse the company had rented for the party.

but despite everything, your eyes fell on a person who had the gift of making your heart both crazy and light at the same time. chanhee stood in one of the corner of the room, a glass of champagne in hand, with the other one tucked neatly into the trouser pocket of the black suit he was wearing this evening, which by the way, fit him like a glove. his ebony hair fell over his forehead, with a few strands cutting off the sight of his eyes at the precise moment he nodded in response to what someone had just said to him — but, in all honesty, nothing could affect the immaculate beauty of his face.

no wonder why everyone looks to him for perfect beauty and fashion sense, chanhee never leaves anything to chance and that makes everyone crazy about him. including you. you knew you wanted choi chanhee in your life in one way or another, the day your teacher gave you a catalog of all his most iconic looks as a gift for your university entrance. you were so impressed by his choice of clothes, colors and assembly, not to mention his flawless skin and incomparable beauty — you had barely begun your fashion design studies when you were already crazy about him. then the years went by, and miraculously, your internship application was accepted by his company. you thought it was a bad joke at first, ready to throw yourself off a building to make 100% sure it was all real, but the phone call from his secretary ji changmin, announcing that you were starting the following monday, brought you back down to earth.

since that day, you've been promised a job as a stylist in the company, and chanhee has kept his word. you have one of the highest positions, and the privilege of working and learning alongside him every day — nothing could have made you happier.

or so you thought.

lost once again in your thoughts, you didn't see the delicate gait of a certain dark-haired boy approaching you. with a smile, chanhee gently clinked his glass against yours, the action drawing your attention, until your eyes finally meet his. “why does a pretty thing like you stay here all alone?” he asked, leaning slightly towards your ear so as not to have to shout too much over the music, allowing time for its fragrance to invade your nostrils, “are you bored?”

shaking your head negatively as you met his soft gaze once more, you couldn't help feeling a certain shyness come over you. “no, not at all. i just wanted to get some fresh air and look at the stars.” you explained, pointing a finger at the sky and pivoting so as to position your forearms against the barrier previously behind you. chanhee imitated your movements, placing himself next to you, close, with his gaze fixed on the sky and the softness of the fabric of his black suit brushing against your skin. trying to ignore the happy mess in your stomach and the all-too-fast beating of your heart, you concentrated on the beauty of the starry sky and the bright glow of the full moon on a winter's night. “it's pretty, isn't it?” you whispered, breathlessly, without noticing chanhee's gaze resting on the beauty of your face drowned in the moonlight.

let's face it, chanhee has always had a soft spot for you. from the day his eyes landed on you, he knew you had some impact on his life. he can't tell if it's seeing you running around trying to make it in life, with that determined look on your face, or the way your eyes light up when you compose outfits and the smile that paints your lips when you're satisfied with your work, but something about the way you exist made his heart skip a beat. it would be an exaggeration to say that he saw you grow up — but he's been there for you every step of the way as a stylist, and he's very proud of how far you've come. you're his little trophy, and he's more than honored to have you by his side. for nothing in the world would he replace you.

“yea. really pretty..” he whispered, his eyes focused on everything (you) but the sky and his chin caught in the palm of his hand. you showed nothing, but you could feel his gaze focused on you, the action turning your cheekbones red with shyness. you opened your mouth to speak again, but just as a few words were about to leave your lips, your colleagues and other affiliations began to shout out the countdown to the last seconds of the year.

pivoting on yourself to join the others and celebrate the new year with them, a delicate grip slipped around your wrist — warm, long fingers blending perfectly into your skin. your eyes finally met your boss's gaze, the dark color of his pupils piercing yours, and suddenly, time froze, your breathing stopped, the world fell silent. your body was caught between the balcony rail and his body, the expensive material of his suit brushing against your skin like a summer breeze, sending a shiver down your bare spine.

and without a second to spare, when the counter reached zero and displayed the beginning of the new year, when all the glasses clinked and the good years were shouted, a pair of perfectly shaped lips placed the most festive of kisses on yours. your heart was probably beating too fast in your chest, defying the speed of sound — it was painful, but a good kind of pain, a pleasant and agreeable pain.

your brain stopped working, and you simply decided to blame your next actions on the alcohol coursing through your veins. your free hand, the one not holding your crystal glass, slipped onto chanhee's shoulder, seeking a minimum of stability given the trembling of your legs. his hand slipped around your hip, still respectfully — but you could feel that he was holding back from pulling you further into his arms. chanhee tasted like champagne — well, it was more his lips, which matched his chic personality, expensive aura and immaculate style. it made him even more desirable, and you even more addicted.

but as you wanted more, chasing his lips when he broke the heated kiss you both shared, a smirk appeared on his lips. “happy new year, miss y/l/n.” he muttered, his warm, alcoholic breath deliciously caressing your lipstick-free mouth, “i'm looking forward to this new year with you.”