The corridor stretched ahead, a seamless blend of luxury and tranquility. The soft glow of golden chandeliers cast intricate patterns on the polished marble floor, while the faint hum of the saxophone played somewhere in the distance, filling the air with an aura of sophistication.
Jungkook walked with effortless elegance, his frock swaying slightly with each measured step. He glanced around, his sharp eyes taking in the high ceilings and ornate details, though his demeanor remained guarded.
"This dinner was arranged by my fan club?" he asked, his soft voice steady but carrying a trace of wariness.
"Yes," Hobi replied with a confident smile as he walked beside him. "I've reviewed everything myself. It's perfectly safe."
Jungkook hummed in acknowledgment, his brows furrowing slightly. "I hope it's media-free, just a few members. I'm not ready for another fiasco."
"I completely understand," Hobi said, his tone reassuring. "No cameras, no crowd.. just privacy."
They reached a pair of grand, ornately carved doors at the end of the hallway. Hobi placed a hand on the gilded handle, giving Jungkook a final, reassuring nod. "Please, enjoy your evening," he said, before pushing the doors open with a soft creak.
Jungkook stepped into the room, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. The private dining area was vast yet intimate, bathed in a dim, golden light that softened every edge. At its center stood a single table, round and elegantly simple, its surface illuminated by a delicate spotlight. A bouquet of deep crimson roses rested at its heart, accompanied by slender candles whose flames flickered like whispers in the still air.
The room felt alive with quiet luxury, the faint scent of roses mingling with the subtle aroma of melting candle wax. Every detail was curated to perfection, yet there was an intentional restraint in its grandeur - minimalism that whispered, rather than shouted, wealth.