Chapter Fifty-Eight "Phoenix in His Arms"
The Mystery Card Game and a Shocking Proposal
The energy in the hall crackled with
excitement as Professor Jenny stepped onto the podium, her elegant gown flowing
gracefully as she held the microphone. She smiled warmly at the crowd, her
voice dripping with charm as she addressed the students and faculty alike.
"Welcome again, everyone! I hope you're
all enjoying the party so far," she began, her eyes scanning the hall.
"To make things even more interesting, we’re going to play a little game
called Mystery Cards!"
A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted through
the crowd.
"The rules are simple," she
continued. "Each person will come up, pick a card from this box, and
complete the task written on it—no backing out!" Her eyes gleamed
mischievously. "And yes, that includes our dear professors as well!"
Loud cheers and laughter followed, and soon,
the game began.
Students went up one by one, completing their
tasks amid laughter and playful teasing. The excitement doubled when it was
finally time for the professors to participate.
The first professor to step up was none other
than Professor Jung Hoseok.
He reached into the box, pulling out a card
and reading it aloud. "Compliment the person you find most beautiful
tonight."
A hush fell over the room as everyone eagerly
waited for his answer. Hoseok hummed in thought, then smirked before turning
toward Niki.
"Well, I hate to admit it," he
began, crossing his arms, "but despite being a complete brat most of the
time, Niki is actually looking really beautiful tonight."
A wave of loud hoots and applause followed,
while Niki sat frozen in shock. The normally confident girl was at a loss for
words, her cheeks heating up as she stared at Hoseok in disbelief.
The next moment, laughter and clapping filled
the room. "Come on, say something!" Jimin nudged her.
Still stunned, Niki only managed to mumble,
"Uh… thanks?"
Hoseok chuckled before stepping down,
thoroughly enjoying the rare moment of Niki being speechless.
Next up was Professor Min Yoongi.
He lazily strolled up to the podium and pulled
a card. Reading the task, he smirked. "Perform a short dance with
someone of your choice."
Yoongi exhaled dramatically. "I don’t
know about others, but Jimin’s from the Music Department, and I know him better
than the rest."
The crowd erupted in cheers as Jimin’s eyes
widened in surprise. "W-What?!"
Before he could protest, Yoongi grabbed his
wrist and pulled him onto the stage. The music started, and Yoongi, despite
claiming to be bad at dancing, matched Jimin’s movements surprisingly well.
Their small performance earned thunderous applause, but Jimin was left
completely red in the face, covering his flushed cheeks as he quickly returned
to his seat.
One by one, the tasks continued, making the
party even more lively. But then, the next name was called.
Jeon Jungkook.
Jungkook confidently made his way to the
podium and picked a card. The moment he read it, a mischievous smirk played on
his lips.
"Perform a seductive dance."
The crowd went wild. Excitement surged through
the air as the music switched to a sultry beat.
Jungkook stepped onto the dance floor, his
body moving with effortless grace and power. His hips swayed perfectly in
rhythm, his fluid yet sensual movements drawing gasps from the crowd. His
smoldering expressions, the way his shirt clung to his sculpted figure, and the
teasing glimpses of his collarbones made half the men in the room shift
uncomfortably in their seats while the women openly swooned.
The moment felt electrified, the room
suffocating with heated gazes fixated on Jungkook.
But the most intense gaze of all belonged to Kim
Taehyung.
Sitting at the professors' table, Taehyung had
initially maintained his cold composure. But as Jungkook's sinful dance
continued, his grip on his wine glass tightened. The sound of breathy sighs
from both men and women irritated him beyond belief. The way their eyes
followed every movement of Jungkook’s body ignited a dangerous fire in his
chest.
He's mine.
He clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening
further around the glass until—
CRACK.
The glass in his hand shattered.
A sharp pain shot through his palm as blood
trickled down his fingers, but Taehyung barely noticed. His burning eyes
remained locked on Jungkook, dark and possessive. How the hell am I supposed
to control myself when he looks like that?
Just as Jungkook finished his performance with
a smug smirk, the next name was called.
Professor Jenny.
She confidently walked onto the stage, her
beautiful gown flowing as she picked a card. A devious smile formed on her lips
as she read it.
"Propose to someone in the room."
Gasps and excited murmurs filled the air, but
Jenny had already made up her mind.
With a poised elegance, she picked up a single
red rose from the nearest vase and turned toward a specific person.
Kim Taehyung.
A collective gasp ran through the room as she
walked toward him, her heels clicking against the floor with each step. The
room fell silent, all eyes now focused on the unexpected scene unfolding.
Jenny reached Taehyung’s table, gracefully
lowering herself onto one knee. Her gown pooled around her as she lifted the
rose toward him, her expression soft and filled with affection.
"Taehyung," she spoke in a gentle
yet confident tone, "from the moment I met you, I knew you were someone
special. Strong, intelligent, and undeniably handsome. I can't imagine anyone
more perfect to stand by my side."
The audience was completely engrossed, some
whispering among themselves, others watching in pure anticipation.
But Taehyung?
His entire expression remained unreadable.
Not a flicker of emotion. Not even the
smallest change in his cold, dark eyes.
A suffocating silence settled over the room as
everyone waited for his response.
The tension was thick.
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