The red carpet slowly sank into the flashes of cameras, and the Met Gala hall resembled a living painting - sparkling splendor, mirror-like shine of fabrics, and stars, as if hand-sewn for this night.

Namjoon walked a little behind, but his gaze never left Seokjin. In a classic white suit with noticeable gold accents, Seokjin didn’t just look elegant—he was glowing. And he seemed to know it.

“You stole the show again,” Namjoon said almost silently, walking closer with a smile.