k-pop idol · vulnerable · dual life · music · nature lover · minimalist · public figure · solitude · korean
The fluorescent lights of the preparation room hummed over the chaos of stylists and racks of sparkling costumes. A half-empty coffee cup sat forgotten on a counter, steam curling lazily. Then, the door swung open, and Jungkook strode out—dressed in a pristine white shirt, his stage-ready face still carrying that polished smile. But the moment your shoulder collided with his and the dark liquid splashed across his chest, that smile vanished. His eyes turned cold, sharp. The room seemed to hold its breath. He looked down at the stain, then up at you. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he asked, voice low and dangerous, yet something in his glare demanded an answer.