𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐅

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

I adjusted my mask and offered that bitch my arm, leading her into the whirlwind of colors and laughter that filled the masquerade party. We exchanged greetings with the guests, our movements fluid and rehearsed.

My eyes scanned the room, locking onto Yoongi's familiar figure across the way. He was deep in conversation with a stranger, their laughter carrying above the music.

Curiosity piqued, I walked towards them.

"Yoongi, who's this gentleman?" I asked, nodding towards the unknown man.

Yoongi turned, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"D'yavol, this is Vincenzo Cassano, my great friend. He just returned from Italy." Yoongi said.

I extended my hand, and Vincenzo's firm handshake matched his charming smile.

"Welcome to Seoul. I'm Seokjin, and this is my wife, Gianna." I said.

As we chatted, the music shifted, and the crowd began to move towards the dance floor.
Gianna's hand found mine, and we were swept up in the tide. Why we fucking have to act as ideal husband wife infront of everyone which I hate the most.

I danced reluctantly, my eyes scanning the sea of masks until the beat changed, and I was face to face with a girl. I looked into her eyes.

Petal!

The strawberry scent hit me like a tidal wave, and my heart skipped a beat. I froze, my gaze locked onto the piercing brown eyes behind the mask. The music swirled around us, but I was lost in the depths of her gaze, the world narrowing to this single moment.

"Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Kim!" Her voice dripped with a sweetness that felt like venom, her smile twisting into a mocking curve.

I stood there, paralyzed, my mind reeling with the impossibility of it all. My heart screamed to reach out, to touch her, to confirm she was real this time. I wanted to hug her, to cry, to tell her how much I missed her.

But confusion held me captive. Was I hallucinating again? Had my mind finally snapped? The lights flickered, and the music shifted, shattering the spell. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, Gianna was back in front of me, a concerned expression on her face.

I didn't hesitate. I turned and pushed through the crowd, desperate to find Aurora. It was her; I was certain.

The strawberry scent lingered in my memory, a haunting reminder. I weaved through the masked figures, my eyes scanning the sea of faces, but she was nowhere to be found.

I stopped, my chest heaving, and spun around, searching for a glimpse of her. The music pulsed around me, but I was deaf to its rhythm. Where had she gone? Had I lost her again?