Chapter Fifty-Six "Phoenix in His Arms"

 

The Dance Floor and the Watchful Eyes

The party was in full swing. The music pulsed through the air, filling the grand hall with an electrifying energy. Students laughed, danced, and enjoyed the extravagant welcome that Phoenix Ridge University had prepared for them. The chandeliers glowed warmly overhead, casting soft golden hues over the elegantly decorated space.

Soobin and Jimin exchanged glances before making their way toward the food corner, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they examined the lavish spread of delicacies. "I swear, if they have chocolate-covered strawberries, I'm never leaving this spot," Jimin declared, scanning the table.

Soobin chuckled. "You and your obsession with sweets."

Meanwhile, Jungkook grabbed Niki’s wrist, dragging her toward the dance floor. "Come on, let’s dance!" he grinned, his enthusiasm infectious.

Niki scoffed but followed without protest. "You’re lucky I’m in the mood for this."

The two lost themselves in the music, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Jungkook's effortless charm, combined with the way his shirt clung to his toned figure, made it impossible for onlookers to tear their gazes away. He was magnetic, captivating, and completely unaware of the effect he had on the people around him.

One of those watching with intense interest was Kai. His dark eyes gleamed as they followed Jungkook’s every movement, filled with an undeniable hunger. His grip tightened around his glass as he licked his lips, determination evident in his gaze. He wanted Jungkook—needed him—and he would do whatever it took to claim him.

Not too far away, another pair of eyes was locked onto the dancing figure. Professor Kim Taehyung stood among his fellow professors, assigned to ensure the event ran smoothly. At first, he had simply observed the crowd, but the moment Jungkook stepped onto the dance floor, his entire focus shifted.

The silk of Jungkook’s black shirt shimmered under the soft lights, emphasizing his sculpted form. The slight opening at the collar revealed teasing glimpses of his collarbones, which seemed to be drawing far too much attention from those around him.

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he noticed the way both men and women ogled Jungkook shamelessly. His grip on the wine glass tightened, his knuckles turning white.

He knew Jungkook was beautiful—everyone did. But seeing people stare at him like a prize to be won ignited a fire within him, one that burned hotter with every lingering gaze directed at his brat. He exhaled sharply, his dark eyes filled with irritation as he forced himself to remain composed.

From across the hall, another observer had taken note of the entire situation. Professor Jenny, dressed in an elegant midnight-blue gown, watched Taehyung closely. The way his eyes never left Jungkook, the way his lips pressed into a firm line, the way his body tensed—she noticed it all.

A smirk curled on her lips as her fingers traced the rim of her wine glass. So, Taehyung was affected, after all. He was jealous. And if she played her cards right, she could use this to her advantage. If Jungkook was in the way, she would make sure he was removed.

Tonight, Taehyung would belong to her.

The party continued, but the atmosphere was shifting. Unspoken tensions brewed beneath the surface, each gaze carrying unspoken intentions. While Jungkook danced, unaware of the storm that was slowly forming around him, Taehyung seethed, Kai schemed, and Jenny plotted.

The night was far from over.

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