(requested by songyuqiismywife!)

You’re starting to grow frustrated.

It’s been an hour of snacking on tiny quiches, smoked salmon crackers, and chocolates imported from Belgium—yet your target is still nowhere to be found. You’d—as always—triple checked the details before entering the ballroom, but it was almost as if such a person didn’t exist.

Until you turn your head and see him standing right there at the punch bowl. So this is Han Jisung..