Dance for me

CHP19

The grand hall was a masterpiece of opulence, adorned with gleaming chandeliers that sparkled like a cascade of stars.

The marble floors gleamed beneath the glow of golden lighting, and the walls were lined with intricate gold-trimmed mirrors, reflecting the grandeur of the room.

Tables were set with crisp white linens, each centerpiece a tower of fresh flowers surrounded by candles flickering softly.

Servers in perfectly tailored uniforms moved deftly between the guests, offering trays of exquisite hors d’oeuvres and drinks.

The air was filled with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter.

Jungkook entered with his trademark poise, his tailored blue suit perfectly accentuating his broad shoulders and slim figure.

The Rolex on his wrist caught the light with every movement, a subtle but powerful reminder of his success.

His hair was styled neatly, every strand in place, giving him an air of confidence and authority that made heads turn.

His assistant followed close behind, juggling a stack of documents and murmuring reminders of the next day’s schedule.

Jungkook’s shoulders tensed as he surveyed the crowd.

He could already hear the chatter of his loud, gossipy aunts and their biting remarks disguised as compliments.

Why am I doing this again? he thought bitterly but stepped further into the room regardless, greeting familiar faces with a polite but distant smile.

“Ah, my dear Jungkook!” his aunt Lana exclaimed as she approached, her laughter ringing out in what she believed was an elegant tone.

“You’ve been doing so well in this—what is it? Oh yes, the judging business!” She laughed again, covering her mouth with her manicured hand, lips painted in a garish red.

Jungkook smiled politely, his sharp eyes catching something amiss.

“Aunt Lana,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with feigned warmth, “I don’t mean to be annoying, but there’s lipstick on your teeth.”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately clamped her mouth shut, patting her hair nervously.

“Oh! Thank you, dear,” she stammered before hurrying off, clearly embarrassed.

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As the conversations continued, the room grew quieter when the distinct sound of a fork tapping against a wine glass echoed through the hall.

Everyone turned toward the head of the room, where Mr. Jeon stood, his glass of dark red wine raised high.

His commanding presence silenced the murmurs almost instantly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the hall, “tonight, we celebrate not only family but also the achievements of our youngest and brightest—my son, Jungkook.”

The crowd clapped politely, turning their eyes to Jungkook, who walked toward his father with the confidence of someone used to being in the spotlight.

“Jungkook has taken our company to unprecedented heights,” Mr. Jeon continued.

“His vision, dedication, and hard work have not only secured our legacy but ensured the success of future generations. It is young men like him who remind us that family is not just about heritage but about building something even greater for those who come after us.”