⤷MASQUERADE || Jeon Jk FF ♡

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The hall was bathed in a warm, golden glow as the soft melody of applause echoed through the grand room, carrying a sense of reverence and anticipation. Taehyung's gaze softened, his eyes hidden just enough beneath the silver mask, yet still vibrant, alive with a glint of triumph. His fingers were steady as he took Y/N's hand, lifting it ever so gently, his thumb grazing her skin in a barely-there touch that sent a subtle shiver up her spine. His lips curved into a small, confident smile-a look that radiated pride and something possessive, as though he was claiming a long-awaited prize.

With a practiced, graceful movement, he slid the ring onto her finger, the delicate diamond catching the light and refracting it in a dazzling array of sparkles that danced across the room. The crowd held its breath, watching as the ring settled into place-a symbol, a seal of their union, and perhaps more-a pact neither could ignore. Y/N's own expression was poised, her face serene, though her eyes flickered with a depth only a few could read, a flash of emotion hidden beneath her mask.

Taking her turn, Y/N picked up the matching ring, her hand steady as she reached for Taehyung's. The quiet intimacy of the moment felt electric, charged with unspoken vows and perhaps a tinge of defiance. She slid the ring onto his finger, her hand brushing against his, lingering just a heartbeat longer. The diamond gleamed under the lights, the stone set as if it were casting its own glow, symbolizing the promise shared in that charged moment.

A wave of applause broke through the silence, filling the hall with joyful cheers and approval. Guests raised their glasses, toasting to the couple who stood in the center of it all. Mrs. Kim, overcome with emotion, dabbed at her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as she watched her son take this monumental step. Her heart was full, her pride and joy evident in the smile that lit her face.

Taehyung gave Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze, his grip firm, as if to remind her and the world that she now belonged to him. As they exchanged a brief, knowing look, his lips curled in a small, satisfied grin that held both promise and something else, something almost challenging. The room continued to buzz with congratulations and excitement, but in that moment, as Taehyung stood with Y/N by his side, it was as if they were the only two in the room-two people entwined in a bond that felt as inevitable as it was complex.

Jungkook stood off to the side, his form draped in a tailored black suit that seemed to mold perfectly to his broad shoulders and lean frame. His mask, a dark piece adorned with intricate patterns and a subtle sheen, only added to the air of mystery he carried effortlessly. It hid much of his expression, but his eyes-sharp and unreadable-never left the couple standing in the center of the room. Beneath the mask, a faint smirk lingered, but it was subtle, guarded, a hint of something that no one could quite decipher.

The guests who lingered nearby couldn't resist casting glances his way, whispering among themselves, especially the women who admired him from a distance. His presence was magnetic, exuding a quiet confidence, with an edge that made it hard to look away. They watched him with admiration, intrigued by his dark allure and wondering who could possibly capture the heart of someone who looked so untouchable.

Jungkook's gaze shifted ever so slightly, lingering on Y/N just as she slid the ring onto Taehyung's finger. His jaw tightened, though the mask concealed his reaction from those around him. But there was an intensity in his gaze, a heat that betrayed a simmering emotion beneath the surface, something that hinted at tension, at perhaps a restrained yearning he would never let himself reveal openly.

He raised his glass slowly, the coolness of the champagne pressing against his lips, as his eyes narrowed, taking in every small gesture between the couple, every touch. Yet he stood with a composed elegance, unshakable, giving nothing away to the curious eyes on him. As his gaze returned to Y/N one last time, something flickered in his eyes-a brief glint that, if noticed, might hint that Jungkook was a man with secrets, and one of them, perhaps, was tied to the woman now promised to another.