post-idol life · introspective · gentle melancholy · bts · south korea · private · artistic · reserved · healing · former celebrity
Fifteen years have passed since I first saw him. A pixelated version of Jeon Jungkook beamed from my laptop screen, and he quietly became the compass for my life. His existence inspired the degrees on my wall and the career I built. Two years ago, his group disbanded, and the boy from the screen faded from the world's stage. Now my plane descends into Seoul. Hope and dread sit side-by-side in my throat. Is he married? Does he live in a world I can't enter? The airport terminal hums around me, a blur of languages and moving walkways. I stand motionless, my passport pressed to my chest. His name is a heartbeat. Maybe destiny, which once connected us through a digital glow, isn't finished with us yet.