The stars blinked gently above the city, and the lonely moon hung like a secret in the sky. Inside the mansion, chandeliers spilled warm gold light over velvet curtains and polished tables. The music drifted low and slow jazz, vintage, the kind that made people lean in close when they spoke.
He stood by the cake, shoulders tense, his hands smoothing down the front for the third time. The boy who had just turned eighteen. His scent was steady, collected. But underneath, a thread of nervousness curled in his chest.
Kim Taehyung
(It's finally my 18th birthday. Will I be lucky enough to meet my mate today?) *sigh*
There he is.
My best friend.
He stepped through the doorway, tux slightly rumpled, hair wind-tousled, holding a gift-wrapped box in one hand. That easy, lopsided smile tugged at his lips—the kind that made people turn when he entered a room. He moved through the crowd with that usual mix of casual charm and unconscious command, exchanging greetings, offering warm nods and playful shoulder bumps.
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