The chandeliers sparkled above the grand ballroom, casting a warm golden glow over the sea of guests. Laughter and the clink of champagne glasses filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of a live jazz band. You, the heroine of this radiant evening, stood at the center of it all, your elegant gown shimmering as you moved. Your engagement party was in full swing, a celebration of love that felt like a dream. At your side was Jung Hoseok, your fiancé, his bright smile lighting up the room more than any chandelier ever could.

Hoseok’s hand rested gently on your waist, his touch grounding you amidst the whirlwind of congratulations and well-wishes. His tailored suit hugged his frame perfectly, and his eyes—those warm, expressive eyes—kept finding yours, as if you were the only person in the room. “You okay, love?” he whispered, leaning close enough for you to catch the faint scent of his cologne.

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “More than okay. This feels… surreal.”

He chuckled, that infectious sound that always made your heart skip. “Good surreal, I hope?” His gaze softened, and for a moment, the world around you faded—the guests, the music, the clinking glasses—leaving just the two of you.

The venue was a masterpiece: tall windows framed a starlit city skyline, and tables were adorned with white roses and flickering candles. Friends and family swirled around, their faces glowing with joy. Hoseok’s friends, a lively bunch you’d grown to love, were already plotting a dance floor takeover, their laughter echoing from a corner. Your own loved ones mingled nearby, your best friend catching your eye with a proud, teary smile.

As the band struck up a slower tune, Hoseok tugged you gently toward the dance floor. “Come on, future Mrs. Jung,” he teased, his voice warm with affection. “Let’s give them a show.”

You laughed, letting him lead you to the center of the floor. The crowd parted, and as he pulled you close, one hand on your waist and the other cradling your hand, you felt weightless. Hoseok was a natural, his movements fluid and confident, guiding you effortlessly. “You’re too good at this,” you murmured, your cheek brushing against his.