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just give me a minuteThey run in to each other- literally- at Donghae's birthday soiree. For the first time in ages, Jessica finally felt like how she used to, back when she wasn't working back to back 12-hours a day and international flights in between, like back when she used to model with Donghae and Eunhyuk: vibrant, young, with her auburn hair half-pinned up and a new, fabluous gown, courtesy of her latest runway show.
A gown she adored, however, until five minutes into the ballroom and-
"Oh my god you did not just spill champange over this dress."
"For your information, I did not. If I were you, I'd learn how to walk in four-inch heels before wearing those with an Alexander McQueen."
"You rude little-"
But the insolent man his heel and cut her off, with the wave of his hand.
"I'll have my secretary send my dry cleaning bill your way, Ms Jessica Jung."
" you."
Jessica decides, listening to her better judgement for once, to forgo the champange tonight (as much as she may need the alcohol to get over Tiffany cooing over her latest boytoy.) God knows, she was over her crush with Donghae by now, but with the way his hair fell so charmingly over his eyes, she didn't trust herself drunk.
Too preoccupied following the way his eyes lit up while laughing, she didn't notice a bump in the carpet until- teetering on heels (god, why did she borrow Krystal's pumps) and falling.
Until a pair of hands wrapped around her shoulders and pushed her back up.
"Uh-" she righted herself, scrambling to figure out who had seen her emabarrasing fumble and turning around to glance at the man who had caught her. "Thanks."
"No problem."
She gave him a half-upturn of the lips, rushing to rejoin Krystal and Donghae, who had stopped to comment on Tiffany and her new beau.
The stranger's hands were really warm.
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