Jungkook gentleman

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The Plaza Hotel's ballroom was bathed in the golden light of crystal chandeliers and the sound of jazz. The air was thick with brand-name perfumes, cigar smoke, and hushed gossip. At the center of this radiance, leaning casually against a marble column, stood Kim Taehyung.

His tailored tuxedo fit him perfectly, accentuating his perfectly lean frame and highlighting his rounded hips. His gaze, languid and distant, swept over the crowd without lingering. He slowly removed his fine leather glove, and several pairs of male eyes immediately flicked to his bare hand. For many, it was the ultimate dream—to barely touch their lips to his fingers, adorned with a cold platinum ring.

And suddenly, that lazy gaze caught a glimpse of something real. A young man was leaning against the doorframe of the open terrace, smoking. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo, but a perfectly tailored maroon jacket. His posture was relaxed, but his shoulders held a collected, vibrant strength. He smoked calmly, gazing out at the busy street and occasionally exhaling smoke into the cool evening air.

Taehyung felt his boredom recede, replaced by a keen, predatory interest. He moved through the crowd, which parted before him like the sea. As he approached, he caught the faint scent of menthol, tobacco, and strong alcohol—whiskey, perhaps.

"I don't think we've met," Taehyung's voice was low, like silk pulled over a blade. He languidly extended his hand, expecting bows, kisses, flattery, and compliments.

Jungkook exhaled slowly and turned. His eyes, warm and appraising, met Taehyung's. He didn't bow. Instead, he smiled and took the outstretched hand with a firm, but not harsh, handshake.

"It seems like everyone here knows you, Kim Taehyung," Jungkook replied calmly. "Everyone's talking about nothing but you."

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