Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The streets of Paris were bathed in evening lights. The streetlights, the shop windows, the reflections on the wet asphalt—everything shimmered and shimmered, and Taehyung walked, mesmerized, almost oblivious to the crowds. Street musicians played simple melodies, and the music enveloped him so completely that he forgot his direction, nearly bumping into a passerby's shoulder.

Suddenly, a man in a long black coat appeared before him. A slight, almost carefree smile played across his face. He extended a black leather-gloved hand and bowed his head slightly.

"Shall we dance, Sunshine?" His voice rang out quietly but clearly, over the melody of the saxophone.

Taehyung slowed his pace. For a moment, doubt flickered in his eyes, but he smiled back and placed his hand on the stranger's glove. They began to spin to the rhythm of the melody, moving away from the people passing by. At first hesitantly, then more and more freely, as if their bodies had remembered this rhythm long before they met. Taehyung didn't think about it—his body moved on its own, driven either by inertia or by the stranger's firm but gentle hands. The lights around him merged into a sparkling swirl, enhancing this unforgettable moment. The boy gave himself over completely, unaware of the small, approvingly smiling crowd that had gathered around him.

As the final notes faded into the night air, Taehyung, following an inner impulse, gracefully bowed in the final dance. Looking up, he peered intently into the stranger's face, as if trying to imprint every feature—the arch of his brow, the shadow of his eyelashes, the line of his lips—into the very depths of his memory.

Jungkook stood straight, still with that same light, enigmatic smile. His gaze was warm, but it was difficult to read anything specific in it.

“Excellent,” he said after a short, almost drawn-out pause.