Jungkook

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Taehyung agreed to perform spontaneously—just music, friends around him, laughter, and the warm glow of the lamps. No stage, no plan. He moved effortlessly, as if shaking off all unnecessary clutter, catching the rhythm with his body, not his thoughts. For his friends, it was fun, a brief spark of an ordinary evening.

Laughter still rang out, but the conversations were cut off one after another. Phones hung up. The air changed. Taehyung didn't look around—he was inside the music, in that rare state where only heart and movement exist.

And then - a look.

Heavy. Calm. Confident. It sent a chill down his spine, like a draft. Taehyung faltered for a split second, then straightened out and continued. "I imagined it," he decided.

It didn't seem that way.

Jungkook stood in the shadows. Still, collected, too out of place for this place. The music stopped. The applause flared unevenly, belatedly. Taehyung smiled—and at that moment, a single movement of his hand cut through the space. Two thugs appeared at his side, gripping him tightly under the elbows. The laughter faded. Someone cursed. Someone retreated.

Jungkook came closer and said calmly, almost casually:

• You're coming with me.