𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑹𝒀 //𝑻𝑲 𝑭𝑭//

✦𓈒⟡༓☾ chapter-2nd ☽༓⟡𓈒✦

“I’m just watching,” Jungkook muttered, eyes scanning the entrance.

Mrs. Jeon, radiant in emerald silk, was greeting guests at the front, her smile flawless and timed.

And then—

The doors opened.

Two families entered.

First, Mr. Park’s family — calm, traditional, polished.

And beside them, the Kim family.

Jungkook’s drink paused halfway to his lips.

Mr. Kim — tall, composed, a man with a presence.
Mrs. Kim — gentle, graceful, her smile soft.
And walking slightly behind them, heads slightly lowered…

Taehyung and Jimin.

But not those Taehyung and Jimin.

Tonight, they were unrecognizable.

Jimin wore a creamy beige hanbok-inspired set — silk tied at the waist, hair neat, features glowing with grace. Soft smile, delicate bow.

And Taehyung—

Taehyung wore ivory.
A fitted button-up tucked into perfectly ironed trousers.
Hair parted, soft waves brushing his lashes.
Skin glowing like porcelain under the chandeliers.
He walked with quiet steps.
Eyes low.
Posture proud—but humble.
The picture of purity and elegance.

Jungkook stared.

“Holy shit,” Yoongi murmured beside him. “They… rebooted themselves.”

Mrs. Jeon lit up.

She rushed to greet them, hands extended warmly.

“Mr. Kim, it’s been far too long,” she said brightly, air-kissing Mrs. Kim. Then her eyes dropped—just slightly—to the boys.

Her gaze paused on Taehyung.

“Well,” she smiled, “aren’t you two the most graceful guests I’ve seen all evening?”

Taehyung bowed respectfully, voice soft. “Thank you for having us, Mrs. Jeon. It’s an honor.”

Jungkook almost choked on air.

Mrs. Jeon beamed. “What a voice. You speak so gently.”

Jimin smiled too, bowing. “We’re really grateful to be here. We didn’t expect to be welcomed so kindly.”

“Oh, please,” she waved. “With looks like yours?” She turned to Taehyung again. “You have such beautiful skin… and your figure—so elegant. And your manners…” she placed a hand on her heart, “You must be raised with such care.”

Jungkook’s grip on his glass cracked.

“Mom,” he muttered, stepping forward. “They’re not what they look like.”

Mrs. Jeon turned, brow lifted. “What are you talking about?”

“They’re acting,” he hissed lowly. “I’ve seen them. That one—” he pointed subtly toward Taehyung, who was now politely accepting a drink from a waiter, “—nearly killed my car last night. In heels.”

Yoongi snorted behind him.

Mrs. Jeon chuckled. “Don’t be silly, Jungkook. He’s far too gentle for something so crude. Look at him.”

And Jungkook did.

Taehyung was standing near a cluster of roses, back straight, one hand gently brushing his collar into place. He looked like he’d never raised his voice in his life.