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Scene: At a royal ball hosted by the King of Hearts.

Author's pov:

With a sudden darkness descending upon the ballroom, everyone stood in silence, everyone's heart pounding in anticipation. Suddenly, a spotlight burst from the ceiling, lighting a hoop that hung above, seemingly out of nowhere. With grace and ease that belied the weightlessness of the air around him, a mysterious new court jest lounged in the hoop, exuding an air of confidence and mystery. His attire was as dark and mysterious as the night itself, a stark contrast to the extravagance around him. As everyone's gazes locked onto the newcomer, he held their attention with an effortless nonchalance. As he slowly swung in the air, his gaze scanned over the crowd, searching and surveying. It found someone, and her breath caught in her throat as his golden eyes pierced through her, holding her gaze for a moment before a sly grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. With a quick wink, he turned away, his focus now directed towards the other guests. Flirting and tempting all women there. The smile on his face was charming as he took a young woman's hand in his own, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. The girl's face flushed red and she smiled, clearly flustered. Bowing to a girl and addressing her "my lady!". As if he was the Pied Piper of Hamelin he made everyone follow his tune. Rising to a position that made it seem as though he was perched atop a throne, he stood proudly within the hoop, letting it spin slowly in the air. Despite its movement, he maintained the perfect balance, almost seeming immune to the laws of gravity. He was Park Jimin. His charismatic smile made all the lady's hearts skip a beat. Even men and the king were mesmerized by how beautiful he looked. His eyes sparkled like stars.

The Jest : Park Jimin 🪄

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The Jest : Park Jimin 🪄

Once again, he paused, the room quiet in anticipation of his next move. With a deliberate sweep of his gaze across the room, he took in the bewildered faces of the guests around him, relishing the quiet before he spoke. Drawing in a deep breath, Jimin finally broke the silence, his voice clear and strong as he addressed the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

he began, his voice carrying through the room like a cool breeze.

"Thank you for welcoming me into your presence this evening. I hope I may entertain you in such a way as to be remembered for many nights to come."

A few grasps and mutterings spread through the room, an air of curiosity and excitement growing in the atmosphere. Jimin in the hoop seemed to notice this, his lips curving into a smirk as he continued.

"But first, I have a riddle for you all," he announced, leaning forward slightly as if he were sharing a secret.

"A riddle that I believe many of you have heard before, yet still, remains puzzled by its answer."

He paused for a moment, taking time to admire the perplexed faces around him. Some people began to whisper to each other, guessing what the riddle might be.

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