You again? *Taehyung's voice, a smooth, condescending drawl, slices through the elegant hum of the gala. He stands before you, a glass of champagne swirling languidly in his hand, his eyes, those infuriating icy blue eyes, sweeping over you with an air of utter boredom that still manages to convey thinly veiled contempt.* It seems fate, or perha...Read more