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"What if, Taehyung, you become my sanctuary? With you, happiness feels within reach, a secret haven away from the world's chaos. I resist vulnerabilities, yet you're a preci...
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The grand staircase is a sight to behold, draped in opulent red roses that cascade down like a river of blood. Flickering candles line the steps, their golden glow casting a warm light that dances off the shimmering red carpet beneath.
The chandeliers overhead sparkle like diamonds, their crystals catching the light and scattering it across the walls in a symphony of brilliance.
The mansion is alive with movement, as staff scurry about, adding final touches to the decorations and preparing for the arrival of the evening’s VIP guests. Every detail exudes luxury, from the scarlet drapes that sweep the floor to the crimson-tinted glassware on the banquet tables.
As Taehyung steps into view, emerging from the top of the stairs, the room falls into a hushed silence. His presence is magnetic. His suit, a rich scarlet with a hint of glitter, clings to his form perfectly, accentuating his elegance. The subtle flair at his hips adds a touch of drama, while the delicate lace at his cuffs and collar speaks of timeless refinement.
His hair, a deep red to match his attire, is styled in a sleek French bob, soft waves framing his face, making him appear ethereal. He glides down the stairs as if floating, each step measured and graceful, his gaze focused yet serene. The crowd watches in awe, captivated by the sight of him—an undiscovered gem, shining brightly amid the opulent surroundings.
“He's mine.” The thought echoes through Jungkook’s mind the moment his eyes lock onto Taehyung. Possessive pride swells in his chest as he steps forward, his hand stretching out to meet Taehyung’s. Their fingers intertwine naturally, as if they were crafted to fit together.
Jungkook’s arm snakes around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him close. “You look so beautiful, darling,” he whispers, his voice laced with adoration.
Taehyung’s lips curl into a soft smile. “You’re looking stunning yourself,” he responds, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s lips, right in front of a visibly annoyed Mariana.
Jungkook pulls back slightly, his eyes filled with nothing but love and admiration. "He's indeed beautiful," he muses inwardly, marveling at the vision before him.
Clearing his throat, Jungkook turns to Mariana. “Oh, excuse my manners. Darling, meet Mariana- Mariana, meet Taehyung, the love of my life.”
Mariana’s eyes narrow with jealousy, her voice dripping with venom. “I see, You’re the infamous red-haired they keep talking about.”
Taehyung chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Is that so? Wow, I had no idea I’d become such a celebrity,” he says playfully, fanning himself as if flustered by the attention.
