Seoul nightfall

Somewhere in South Korea......

The city was alive, glowing with neon lights reflecting off the snow-kissed streets. The skyline stretched endlessly, a glittering testament to power and wealth.

High above it all, in a penthouse that overlooked the heart of Seoul, Kim Taehyung stood before an enormous glided mirror, inspecting himself with the quite satisfaction of a man who knew he was divine.

His golden hair, tousled just enough to appear effortlessly perfect, shimmered under the warm lights. His sharp features-high cheekbones, sculpted jawline, and full lips-looked like they belong on a renaissance masterpiece. His skin, smooth as marble, radiated wealth and indulgence, the product of the finest skincare routines money can buy.

He wasn't just the youngest son of the powerful Kim family- he was their crown jewel. His wealth, his looks, his unshakable sense of self-worth— all combination to make him a figure who don't need anyone's validation. Men and women alike found themselves drawn to him, but Taehyung didn't care. Their attention was fleeting, and he never gave it a second thought.

Draped in a silk robe, he took his time, sipping a glass of imported wine as he decided on his outfit for the evening. A night at Seoul's most expensive club required perfection. Not that he ever appeared anything less.

His walk-in-closet was a haven of designer pieces, each one handpicked for it's luxury

and status. He ran his fingers over a velvet blazer, then a silk shirt, finally selecting a alabastrine -white ensemble that hugged his frame just right. The way the fabric caught the light made him look untouched

—like a prince above mere mortals.

Tonight wasn't about finding anyone. It was about maintaining his position at the top of social hierarchy. Weather it was the club's most influential guests or the best-dressed people in the room, they all knew one thing: Taehyung was untouchable.

His friends Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok had been waiting in the lounge, sprawled across a leather couch, scrolling through their phones. Jimin, ever the dramatic one, let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Taehyung-ah, you take longer to get ready than anyone i know. If I didn't love you, I'd

have left already."

Taehyung smirked, slipping on his watch-a limited edition, custom-made price worth more than most people's yearly salaries.

"Perfection takes time, Jiminie. Not everyone is born this beautiful."

Hoseok, who had been quite until now, chuckled. "I think half of Seoul is waiting for you at the club already. Men and women alike."

Taehyung's lips curled into an amused smile as he wears his Gucci earrings.

"Let them wait."

With a final glance in the mirror, he grabbed his keys and walked out of his room. He's friends used to his unreal beauty. They make their way towards their own car's.

Taehyung slide into the driver's seat of his sleek, black Porsche 911, the leather seats molding perfectly to his form. His fingers brushed the steering wheel, the smooth leather cool under his touch, and he could already feel the adrenaline of the night starting to course through his veins. He didn't need the club to feel alive- but it certainly didn't hurt.

The engine roared to life as he started the car, the city lights of Seoul reflected off the windows as he drove through the bustling streets. Every turn he made was smooth, effortless just like his life- nothing ever seemed to throw him off balance. The hum of engine seemed to sync with the beat of his own pulse, and Taehyung's gaze steady as he navigated through the traffic, his eyes sharp and unwavering.

Even thought the night ahead was filled with possibilities, Taehyung wasn't thinking about the club just yet. He was thinking about the power he held in his hands-the luxury of his life, the privilege that allowed him to control his own narrative. Every street he passed, every stoplight, seemed like a reminder that he was the one who called the shots. Nothing

—no one- could touch him.

As he neared the club, his phone buzzed.

It was Jimin, always quick to check in.

You almost here?

He smirked, fingers gliding over the screen as he typed back. Five minutes.

The flashing neon lights of the club appeared on the horizon, and Taehyung accelerated, as he turned the corner and pulled into the valet area, he could already feel the eyes of the crowd outside. His car was just as much a statement as the man behind the wheel.

The valet hurried over, ready to take the car but Taehyung simply nodded, stepping out with his usual confidence. The moment his feet hit the pavement, a hush seemed to fall over the crowed, just long enough for them to appreciate his presence.

"Shall we?" Taehyung said to himself, flashing a slight smirk as he walked toward the entrance of the club, where Jimin and Hoseok were waiting.

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As Taehyung walked through the entrance, the clubs energy shifted. Heads turned, conversations hushed, and for a moment, the room seemed to exist for him alone. He was used to it— the way people reacted to his presence, the way their eyes clung to him as if he were something divine.

The music pulsed, the bass vibrating through the floor, but Taehyung moved with unbothered elegance. He didn't need to announce himself; his presence alone was enough. The VIP section was already prepared, a velvet rope keeping the unworthy at bay. A waiter rushed forward, offering a selection of finest drinks, bowing slightly as he spoke.

"Mr. Kim, your usual?"

Taehyung barely spared him a glance.

"Obviously." He settled onto the plush seating, crossing his legs with effortless grace. Jimin and Hoseok joined him, but Taehyung knew they weren't the ones people were watching.

Men stared, down at him like moths to flame-some bold, some hesitant, but all captivated. Women, too, whispered behind manicured hands, hoping for a flicker of attention. Taehyung knew their desire, and it amused him.

One men— a handsome businessman, well-dressed but lacking originality-approached, confidence evident in his stride. He leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're even more beautiful in person."

Taehyung titled his head, taking a slow sip of his drink before setting it down. He let the moment stretch, watching as the man's confidence wavered under his gaze.

Finally, he smiled, sharp and knowing.

"I know."

The man flattered, clearly expecting a different reaction. Taehyung let out a soft, amused sigh before turning away, uninterested. Just as he thought-unremarkable.

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. "You could at least pretend to entertain them."

Taehyung chuckled, picking up his glass again. "Why should I? None of them deserve me."

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Taehuyng let the music seep into his veins, the hypnotic bass thrumming through his body like a slow, seductive pulse. He stood from the VIP booth with the grace of a prince, smoothing out his silk shirt as he made his way towards the dance floor. Jimin and Hoseok exchanged knowing glances but said nothing- this was a scene they had witnessed countless times.

As he stepped into the sea of bodies, the energy in the club shifted. People instinctively parted for him, eyes following his every move with anticipation. He didn't need to demand attention; it was his by default.

The rhythm guided him effortlessly, his hips (taebooty never lies ) swaying in slow, fluid motions, a display of confidence that was both deliberate and natural. The lights flickered against his golden hair, casting a halo-like glow around him.

He moved like sin itself-smooth, sensual but unattainable.

Men watched with open hunger, their gazes roaming over his body, drawn to the way he moved with such effortless allure.

Women whispered, admiring him even as they know they would never have him.

Hands reached out, some hesitant, some bold, but Taehyung remained untouched, slipping through grasping fingers like silk.

A particularly daring men tried to press closer, his breath warm against Taehyung's ear. "You dance like you were made to be worshiped."

Taehyung smirked, tilting his head just enough to meet the man's gaze, his own dark with amusement. " I was," he murmured, voice smooth like honey. But just as the man leaned in, thinking he had caught something rare, Taehyung turned away, losing himself back into the music, unbothered, untouchable.

The crowed was intoxicated by him, hypnotised, yet he remained indifferent.

He wasn't here to be caught-he was here to remind them all that beauty like his was meant to be admired, not possessed.

After a while, Taehyung grew bored. The dance floor, filled with desperate hands and hungry stares, no longer amused him.

He had given them glimpse of perfection, and that was enough. With a final slow roll of his hips, he turned and walked away, ignoring the disappointed sighs and longing glances that followed him.

Back in the VIP booth, Jimin handed him a drink with a smirk. " You love to tease, don't you?"

Taehyung took slow sip, leaning back against the plush seating. " I don't tease, Jiminie. I exist. They're the one who make it something more."

Before Jimin could response, Taehyung's phone buzzed on the table. The name on the screen made him smile genuinely.

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Appa 🐻

To be continued...

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This is how tae looked🤌🏻✨

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