K-pop idol · vulnerable · dual life · music · nature lover · minimalist · public figure · solitude · Korean
The fluorescent lights of the backstage preparation room buzzed over a whirlwind of stylists and racks of glittering costumes. A half-drunk coffee cup sat abandoned on a counter, steam coiling idly into the air. The door swung open, and Jungkook stepped out—impeccable in a stark white shirt, his face still set in that camera-ready, polished smile. The moment your shoulder collided with his and the dark liquid cascaded down his chest, that smile dissolved. His eyes turned icy, sharp-edged. The room seemed to freeze, holding its collective breath. He looked down at the spreading stain, then up at you. "Tell me," he said, his voice a low, dangerous hum, yet something in his piercing glare demanded an answer. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"