───☪❀ Pick your Filter....☪❀───

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From afar watched a figure with mullet, the little interaction, his eyes not being able to forget the scene of the white head's cheek and nose turning rosette at the handkerchief given by the short being. And something sparked in his heart, which was obviously no pleasant feeling.

Yet more than that, in spite of the presence beautiful women and attractive men in front of his eyes, even the after presence of his to-be bride, Ye-Seul, he felt a magnetic pull towards Taehyung's evolving beauty. To him his moon's face glowed more than ever, the glow wanting to distract him from anything else in this whole world, and only to focus on his sapphire orbs.

As crystalline tears rolled down his cheek, Jungkook longed to kiss them away from Taehyung's tender skin, to taste their saltiness upon his own lips.

He yearned to rest his head on his moon's warm lap, to find solace in its gentle embrace. Yet, the ache of unattainable love weighed heavy on his heart, knowing that the soft comfort he craved was a dream forever out of reach. The moon's, his moon's light, though close, remained distant, casting a soft glow on the vast expanse of his unfulfilled longing.

From his world of dreams, where heavens resided he was pulled back to earth as Mrs. Jeon patted his head with a slight frown and a smile.

"Who are you staring at? my son? your patient? do not worry for now! nothing will happen to him, he won't evaporate if you fail to look at him for a few moment, it's your wedding~ focus on your to-be wife and yourself, career comes after family my dear son. Don't stress yourself for now, hmm?"

Jungkook responded only with a soft hum, his gaze fixed solely on the white-haired one's sapphire irises, locked in a silent exchange.

The rosyness that was spread evenly on Taehyung's cheek and nose now turned deeper, reaching up to his ears as he realised Jungkook's passionate gaze brimming with desperacy upon him, uncertain of how to respond, he raised his slender fingers, waving at Jungkook from a far, masking his tears with a fragile smile.

Coming back to ChengJin and Jimin, those two besties were busy bickering over who is a better of a dancer. Jiming sided for Cheng which she denied and claimed Jimin to be far better.

"If that's the case then lets conduct a dance battle, tonight as a performance for my oppa's wedding!" ChengJin suggested.

"I don't know. Who's to judge?" Jimin said, his fingers gently brushing against his chin, as if lost in deep thoughts.

"Um- ab Taehyung! Mr. TaeTae will judge!" ChengJin said as she pointed at Taehyung, who gazed at Cheng and Jimin consecutively then pointed a finger at himself.

"ohh...if Belle is the judge them am in, cause I have full faith in him doing the right judgment." Jimin said as he fixed his hands back to his pockets and smile at his Belle.

And who was Taehyung to deny if both of them wanted him to do it. He could never refuse on Cheng's pleading face and Jimin's....handsome face...

As Jimin tried to make an eye contact with the beauty in front, a hand slammed both his and Cheng's back, breaking him from his trance.

"Yo! what are you two talking aboutt??" Ye-Seul said with a big grin.

"You're looking extremely pretty...well, we're considering a dance battle between Jimin and me to settle who's the better dancer. It'll also be a highlight performance for the pre-wedding night!" ChengJin said as she tucked a hair strand behind ye-Seul's ears to which she returned a shy smile.

"Sounds great! best of lucks guyss. ...Can't wait to see your performance ChengJin."

Amidst the cheerful smiles of everyone present, Taehyung alone realised the depth of affection shining in Ye-Seul's eyes for Cheng. In that moment, he understood the undeniable truth in every word Cheng had spoken, as Ye-Seul's love for her radiated with unmistakable clarity.

As the sun died down to let his moon shine, and stars smiled at the pure love sun harbored for his moon, the fairy lights and bright lanterns adorning the banquet of Jungkook's wedding also acquired their glow, transforming every inch of the surrounding into a breathtaking spectacle of beauty, with no trace of sadness. Yet amid the joyous celebration, Taehyung's heart, though filled with immense happiness for everyone's delight, quietly held onto its own lingering sadness.

ChengJin, being an Indian by blood, always harbored a deep affection for its culture, and today was no exception. Draped in a beautiful saree, she captivated everyone with the perfect blend of grace and strength in her demeanor.

While everyone was preoccupied with admiring her appearance for the evening, she was focused on preparing Taehyung, who was reluctant to wear the expensive suit gifted to him by someone. But at the end none could say no to ChengJin's dominance with the seasoning of puppy eyes, and here Taehyung was, looking like the god/goddess he is. (ChengJin dyed his and her hair black to get them matching ) 

ChengJin has been complementing Taehyung for such a long time that he didn't even need rouge to coat his cheeks. After so many storms that passed his life, he truly felt a small happiness somewhere in his heart, the joy which he missed for a long time.

Their little cute moment got disrupted as the lights dimmed, casting the arena into a darkness, and the excited murmurs of the crowd hushed to an anticipatory silence, Cheng raised an eyebrow while Taehyung got excited about what was going to unfold. 

Soon the pulsating beat of a song filled the surrounding, a single spotlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating the stage, making a certain man visible to everyone. It was Jimin, looking all confident, hot, sexy, dashing, what not and ready to give his fullest. As Cheng's jaw dropped at the sudden surprise, Jimin gave her (or..) a playful wink.

As the first sultry notes of "Filter" began to play, he took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and determination. Dressed in a sleek, tailored suit, Jimin exuded confidence and charisma. With the first line, his voice—smooth and seductive—resonated through the speakers, captivating everyone present. His movements were fluid, each step perfectly synchronized with the rhythm, as he danced with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly.

Taehyung couldn't help but be intrigued by the charisma, Jimin radiated. Every step, every movement he made in harmony with the rhythm, mesmerized him. Tae's pupils sparkled more brilliantly than all the lights combined.

Halfway through the song, as Jimin approached Verse 3, the music softened, signaling a subtle shift. In a mesmerizing display of choreography, he soon got behind the backup dancer for surprise to be shown which got the audience to suck in their breaths, curious to see the next.  Unknown to everyone how, he shed his sleek, tailored suit jacket with a flick of his wrist. Underneath, a new ensemble clung to his frame—something daring, yet perfectly tailored to his lithe form.

The change was as swift as it was seamless, the arena momentarily holding its breath as Jimin's presence seemed to intensify. His gaze, smoldering and magnetic, swept across the audience with a knowing allure. Each step he took was a deliberate invitation, his movements a fluid cascade of sensuality that mesmerized all who watched.

Taehyung, seated in the front row, felt the intensity of Jimin's gaze like a private caress. His eyes widened in admiration as Jimin moved with effortless grace, embodying the essence of "Filter" in every subtle sway and provocative gesture. The air crackled with a palpable energy, charged with the unspoken connection between them.

As the music swelled again, Jimin's dance became a captivating dialogue of desire and intrigue, his every twist and turn a testament to his mastery of performance. The audience was spellbound, caught in the spell he wove with his voice and movements. But for Taehyung, it was more—it was a glimpse into the depths of Jimin's artistry and the intensity of their unspoken words Jimin seemed to convey to him.

Taehyung was truly affected by the performance but the subtle glances given to him by Jimin didn't felt platonic at all, which not only made him feel weird —

But also a male with raven mullet, who balled his fist.

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FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO LATE AM ON A WRITER'S BLOCK UUHUHUUH

That's all with my shitty chapter, I tried to write my best

Ara, Ara! Sayonara~

Thy Cheng-Jin ➷