𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇

Chapter-9: Dance ball

Taehyung

As I entered the bedroom, my gaze immediately fell on Millie. She stood by the dresser, her back to me, delicately adjusting the chain of her dress. Her head was bowed, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, concealing her face. My eyes traced the curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulders illuminated by the soft light.

She’s a liar, a master of manipulation. Yet, in this moment, she seemed fragile—almost untouchable. The contrast was infuriating. I hated everything she represented: chaos, deception, and weakness. But I couldn’t deny the way her quiet presence drew me in.

I scoffed under my breath, breaking the spell. “Pathetic,” I muttered, my voice cutting through the silence.

For a fleeting moment, our eyes met. There was something in her gaze—defiance, maybe even pain—but I tore my eyes away, shaking off the unwanted thoughts as I loosened my tie and strode toward the bathroom.

“This means nothing,” I told myself, though her image lingered in my mind longer than I cared to admit.

Author

Mrs. Kim’s voice echoed through the grand ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, please don your masks! The night’s festivities are about to begin!”

The guests eagerly adorned their elaborately designed masks, adding an air of mystery to the glittering evening. Millie, Taehyung, Emilia, Hannah, Jimin, and Jungkook each secured their intricate masks, blending into the glamorous crowd.

The lights dimmed, leaving only the glow of sconces as the orchestra began a sultry, rhythmic melody. The dance floor came alive, couples swaying to the enchanting music.

Hannah paired with Taehyung, their movements fluid and practiced, while Emi and Jungkook danced beside them, perfectly in sync. Jimin approached Millie, extending his hand with a playful glint in his eyes. “Shall we?” he asked.

Millie hesitated briefly but placed her hand in his. As they began to move, Jimin leaned closer, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “You know, Millie, you shine brighter with every step,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her faint blush. “You’re just saying that to make me blush,” she retorted.

From across the room, Taehyung’s gaze lingered on Millie, his expression hidden behind his mask. Hannah noticed his distraction and smirked. “Already missing your wife, huh?” she teased.

Taehyung turned to her, his tone flat. “I apologize, beautiful. My thoughts were elsewhere.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s voice cut through the music as he addressed Emilia. “So, how’s everything going, Miss CEO?” he asked casually.

Emilia grinned. “Perfect. And don’t call me that.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Well, I’ll be taking over my father’s business soon. What if we end up as rivals?”

“Not happening,” she quipped. “I’d win anyway.”

As the orchestra shifted into a faster tune, the dancers gracefully switched partners. Millie found herself with Taehyung, the tension between them palpable. Their steps were in sync, but their words carried a sharp edge.