⤷MASQUERADE || Jeon Jk FF ♡

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Taehyung’s sleek, black car pulled up in front of the grand, opulent palace in Daegu, its pristine marble pillars glistening under the soft, early morning sunlight. The venue, chosen specifically for its regal ambiance, exuded an air of classic elegance and timeless luxury, a perfect backdrop for the shoot. As he stepped out of the car, his gaze swept over the sprawling grounds and the meticulously arranged set.

The crew buzzed around in organized chaos, adjusting lights and props to match the classic theme. Soft, orchestral music played faintly in the background, adding to the ethereal atmosphere of the scene. Taehyung straightened his tailored suit, the crisp lines of the jacket accentuating his broad shoulders, and ran a hand through his hair, ensuring every strand was in place.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” the director greeted him with a polite bow, his smile tight with a hint of nervousness. “We’re honored to have you here. I trust your team has briefed you about today’s concept and attire?”

Taehyung nodded curtly, his gaze still roving over the set. “Yes, I’m aware. The classic theme with a modern twist, highlighting traditional elegance and contemporary allure,” he recited smoothly, his deep voice resonating with authority.

His assistant, standing beside him, quickly handed him a tablet displaying the details of the shoot. “The first set will focus on the heritage look, showcasing both traditional and contemporary pieces. The color palette is royal hues—emerald greens, deep sapphires, and gold accents. The second set will transition into modern classic, using monochrome and minimalist designs,” she explained efficiently.

Taehyung’s lips curved into a knowing smile as he glanced at the assistant. “And Y/N?” he asked, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. “I don’t see her around.”

The assistant hesitated, a fleeting look of worry crossing her features. “Miss Y/N hasn’t arrived yet, sir. But we were informed that she’s on her way.”

Taehyung chuckled softly, his expression shifting into one of subtle anticipation. “Of course, she’s late. She’s not one to adhere to anyone’s schedule but her own,” he murmured, more to himself than to the others. “Typical Y/N.”

The director exchanged a look with the assistant, both clearly apprehensive, but Taehyung waved off their concerns with a lazy gesture. “Relax. She’ll be here soon enough,” he assured them, a hint of something unspoken lingering in his tone. “Let her take her time.”

He turned back towards the grand palace, his eyes sweeping over the intricate carvings and majestic arches, before landing on the set again. The setup was immaculate—lavish chandeliers, plush velvet drapes, and antique gold-framed mirrors that reflected the soft, golden light filtering through the tall windows. It was the epitome of luxury and class, a stage befitting a shoot that would capture the essence of the Shin and Kim alliance.

Still, something was missing. Or rather, someone.

As if on cue, a faint murmur spread through the crew, and Taehyung’s gaze shifted towards the entrance of the palace. A sleek, black car pulled up in front of the grand staircase, and a pair of long, slender legs stepped out. His eyes narrowed in interest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Ah, finally,” he muttered, straightening his posture as he watched Y/N emerge from the car.

Even from a distance, she was a vision to behold. She wore a stunning emerald green gown that hugged her figure in all the right places before flowing out in soft, delicate waves. The dress, with its off-shoulder neckline and intricate gold embroidery, contrasted beautifully against her smooth, porcelain skin. Her hair was styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of dark silk, and a subtle but striking makeup look accentuated her sharp, captivating features.