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As evening settled over the city, the atmosphere shifted, filling with the quiet hum of excitement. Inside their suite, Jimin and Yoongi were getting ready for the party, each lost in their own thoughts.
Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of his perfectly tailored black suit. The crisp white shirt underneath added a sharp contrast, and the black tie sat neatly against his chest.
Every detail was precise, from the way his jacket fit his frame to the slight tousle of his jet-black hair. He ran a hand through it once, letting a few strands fall over his forehead—just enough to look effortlessly charming.
His expression remained calm, but there was a certain glint in his eyes—anticipation, perhaps, or something deeper he hadn’t quite put into words.
He didn’t particularly care for parties, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the company, or maybe it was something else entirely.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Jimin was putting the final touches on his outfit. The red silky shirt he wore clung to his form just right, the fabric smooth and flowing with every slight movement.
It was vibrant, bold—something that made him stand out effortlessly. Paired with sleek black slacks that hugged his legs perfectly, his look was nothing short of stunning.
A simple silver pendant rested against his collarbone, catching the light as he turned to check himself in the mirror.
His hair, styled in loose waves, framed his delicate features in a way that made him look almost unreal. He exhaled softly, smoothing his shirt before stepping out of the room.
The moment Yoongi caught sight of him, his movements stilled.
Jimin was breathtaking.
The deep red of his shirt brought out the warm glow of his skin, and the way the soft waves of his hair fell around his face made him look effortlessly elegant.
Yoongi wasn’t the type to openly react, but something in his gaze shifted—his normally composed expression softened, his lips parting slightly as he took in the sight before him.
Jimin, on the other hand, wasn’t prepared for the effect Yoongi would have on him.
The black suit Yoongi wore fit him like it was made for him, highlighting the strong lines of his shoulders and the lean frame beneath. His hair, slightly tousled yet perfect, added a certain charm that was impossible to ignore.
Jimin's breath caught in his throat.
Why was his heart suddenly beating faster?
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Yoongi’s lips curved into the faintest smile, his voice low and smooth. "Red suits you."
Jimin felt his cheeks heat up at the simple compliment. He quickly glanced away, pretending to fix the cuff of his sleeve to hide the way his heart fluttered.
