The Jeon Mansion was buzzing with preparations for the biggest event of the year. Servants rushed across the massive hall ensuring that every inch of the estate looked nothing less than perfect.

Jeon Jungkook stood in front of his mirror, frozen.

His pale fingers trembled as they traced the black suit perfectly tailored to highlight his lean yet graceful form. His long, curly hair had been styled neatly, a delicate golden chain resting on his forehead. (imagine)

He looked like a prince.

But not himself....

"kook-ah" a soft voice called from behind.

Jungkook turned his eyes immediately meeting the warm comforting gaze of his mother.

She smiled gently, walking up to him and fixing the folds of his suit. "You look breathtaking, my baby."

Jungkook swallowed hard. "Eomma... I don't feel like myself."

Mrs. Jeon's fingers brushed against his cheek. "I know."

And she did. She always knew.

Jungkook had spent years hiding himself - the love for soft fabrics, the desire to wear subtle makeup, the way he felt more like himself when draped in elegance.

But his father would never accept it.

To Mr. Jeon, his son was meant to be a leader, a businessman... a perfect heir!

Not someone who belonged in silks and dreams.

"Appa will be watching you closely tonight." Mrs. Jeon sighed, adjusting his collar. "I know it's hard, my love. But just for tonight... endure it hmm?"

Jungkook clenched his jaw his chest tightening. Endure.

That was all he ever did.

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The grand ballroom of the Jeon estate was dazzling.

The moment Jungkook stepped in he was surrounded by the elite of society. Business tycoons, politicians, royalty, men and women draped in the finest silk sarees and designer suits dripping in wealth and influence.

And at the far end of the room, his father stood, speaking to some of the most powerful figures in the country.

Jungkook let out a slow breath.

This was his world....But he didn't belong here.

A voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Jeon Jungkook, you look stunning as always."

Jungkook turned, his forced polite smile slipping into place as he faced Park Hyunjin, the son of a major business conglomerate.

Jungkook's stomach twisted as Hyunjin's eyes raked over him.

"I must say, you're quite the star of the night," Hyunjin smirked, stepping closer. "Your father is proud of you, I'm sure."

Jungkook bit his tongue. Proud?

Hyunjin leaned in slightly. "I heard your father is looking for a perfect match for you soon."

Jungkook's hands curled into fists. "That's none of your concern."

Hyunjin chuckled, his tone teasing. "Relax, kookie. I was just wondering if I might be lucky enough to be considered."

Disgust. That's all Jungkook felt.But before he could reply, a low, rich voice cut through the air.

"It seems I arrived at an interesting moment...."

Jungkook stiffened.

A figure stepped into his view broad shoulders, sharp jaw, dark piercing eyes that held nothing but quiet dominance.

Jungkook had never met him before, but the moment their eyes locked, a strange, unfamiliar feeling gripped his chest.😌
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The moment Kim Taehyung stepped into the ballroom, the air shifted.

He didn't need to announce his presence. The weight of his aura did that for him.

Dressed in an all-black tailored sherwani, embroidered with intricate silver patterns, Taehyung exuded power, elegance, and effortless dominance.

His long fingers held a crystal glass of whiskey, though he barely paid attention to it. His focus was elsewhere.

And when his eyes finally landed on Jeon Jungkook, they didn't waver.

What an interesting sight!!

Jungkook stood there, dressed in suit, his pale skin glowing under the golden chandeliers. The delicate forehead chain, the sharp jawline, the soft yet defiant glint in his eyes, he was unlike anyone Taehyung had ever seen.

Beautiful....Too beautiful.(😏)

But he was also fidgeting.

The way his fingers curled into his sleeves, the forced politeness on his face it was clear he was uncomfortable.

Taehyung's lips twitched.

So the Jeon heir is not as perfect as they claim.

Interesting.

"It seems I arrived at an interesting moment."

The sound of his own voice snapped Taehyung out of his thoughts, but he didn't miss the way Jungkook's body tensed.

Hyunjin, the annoying businessman who had been too close to Jungkook, let out a nervous chuckle.

"Ah, Kim Taehyung-ssi, it's an honor," Hyunjin greeted, bowing slightly. "I didn't expect you to attend this event."

Taehyung barely spared him a glance. "Neither did I."

His eyes were locked onto Jungkook.

Jungkook, who was avoiding his gaze.

Jungkook, who was breathing just a little too fast.

Jungkook, whose plump lower lip had just disappeared between his teeth.

Ah.

So that's how it is.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Taehyung finally spoke, voice smooth but laced with something unreadable.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, clearly sensing the sudden tension. "Of course! This is Jeon Jungkook, the only son of Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook turned his gaze towards him for the first time.

And fuck.

Taehyung almost smirked. Because he had been right.

Those eyes dark, big, framed with thick lashes.....were dangerous.

Jungkook's lips parted slightly, but his expression remained blank.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim," he said finally, voice smooth but distant.

Taehyung tilted his head. Ah, so you want to play this game?

"The pleasure is mine, Jungkook-ssi," he said, voice dropping just slightly.

He watched, fascinated, as Jungkook's throat bobbed.

So responsive.

But before he could push further

"Jungkook."

A deep, authoritative voice sliced through the air.

Mr. Jeon.

The conversation died instantly as the head of the Jeon empire approached, his presence cold and heavy.

Jungkook's entire posture changed.

His back straightened. His expression turned emotionless.

Taehyung knew this look.

The look of a "bird trapped in a golden cage"

"Come, I want you to meet some important guests," Mr. Jeon commanded, not even sparing Taehyung a glance.

Jungkook nodded, the life in his eyes dimming slightly. "Yes, Appa."

He left without another word.

And Taehyung?

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, watching the retreating figure with a smirk curling at his lips.

So, the golden prince is not so golden after all.

Interesting.

Very interesting.
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[Don't know why everything is intresting for Tae😑🙂]
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