⤷MASQUERADE || Jeon Jk FF ♡

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"You’re woven into my veins, a perilous melody; flee if you wish, but I’ll summon storms to bring you back to me."

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As the evening reached its peak, the chancellor stepped into the center of the room, capturing the crowd’s attention as the lights shifted to spotlight him. His voice carried easily, warm and welcoming. “Good evening, everyone. It’s a pleasure to see all of you here tonight. Now, let’s make this night even more memorable—may I invite each of you to join us on the dance floor?”

A wave of excitement spread through the room, and couples began moving toward the floor, finding their partners as the music softened into a romantic melody. The lights dimmed, casting a soft, intimate glow across the hall, as if to set the stage for something magical.

Taehyung’s gaze shifted to Y/N, his expression a mix of mischief and anticipation. Noticing Mrs. Kim’s hopeful smile and the expectant glances from their parents, he extended his hand toward her, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint.

“Care for a dance?” he asked, his voice low but teasing, almost daring her to refuse.

Y/N looked around, seeing the excited eyes on them, and then back at him, a hint of challenge in her gaze. She gave a slight nod and slipped her hand into his, her movements graceful and unhurried as she allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.

A soft cheer arose as the couple took their place among the dancers, the room murmuring with admiration. Taehyung placed a steady hand at her waist, drawing her closer, and as the music began, they moved in sync, an aura of power and elegance surrounding them.

Meanwhile, Luna watched with a slight frown, her gaze wandering until it fell upon Hyunseok and Yoonha, who were sharing a quiet, intimate moment on the dance floor. Her eyes narrowed, unable to mask the annoyance that flickered across her face.

Taehyung leaned closer as they swayed, his hand firm at her waist, his gaze intense as he took in every detail of her face. Their steps moved in perfect sync, mechanical yet graceful, a display of elegance they both exuded effortlessly. His eyes traced her features slowly, admiring the high arch of her cheekbones, the sharp line of her jaw, and the way her dark, almond-shaped eyes glistened under the dim, romantic lighting. Her eyes were calm, deep pools that seemed to see through him, their boldness striking and unyielding.

Her nose was delicate yet defined, and his gaze lingered on her lips—full and slightly parted, with a faint sheen as though inviting attention yet maintaining an aura of distant allure. A few strands of hair framed her face, but most of her hair cascaded down her back, highlighting the curve of her neck, which held an elegance that matched her poised demeanor. Her skin had a soft glow, the neckline of her dress accentuating the graceful line of her shoulders. And then there was her fragrance—a light, sophisticated blend with hints of jasmine and sandalwood that complemented her presence. It lingered in the air, subtly intoxicating, a scent that was both delicate and impossible to ignore.

Taehyung felt a surge of pride swelling within him as he held her close, an almost possessive satisfaction. This woman, who commanded the attention of an entire room without uttering a word, was his. The realization fed his ego, his eyes darkening with the knowledge that she was his soon-to-be wife.

“You look otherworldly tonight, you know that?” he murmured, his voice low, a faint hint of admiration woven into his words. He watched her reaction carefully, almost daring her to break the flawless mask she wore.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. “I’m aware, Taehyung. Hardly the first time I’ve heard it.” Her voice was smooth, edged with a confidence that matched her gaze, as if she had long accepted the effect she had on others.