Jungkookи

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung, the evening's star, sat in front of the dressing room mirror, wiping the remnants of silver glitter from his temples. He still wore the silk robe he'd thrown on after the show, and his eyes blazed with the usual irritation.

Taehyung was the embodiment of pathos; he knew that every step he took on the catwalk was worth millions, and he took full advantage of this right, turning the lives of those around him into an endless obstacle course.

In the shadows of the hallway, leaning against the wall, stood Jungkook. For him, the world of high fashion had always been nothing more than a dull set of numbers. He'd invested in large-scale shows solely to expand his business connections, until one day Taehyung walked the runway. From that moment on, Jungkook became a silent shadow in the front row.

As Taehyung, scolding his manager for yet another mistake on the fly, rushed out of the dressing room, he nearly collided with a dark figure. Jungkook reacted instantly: his fingers firmly closed on the model's elbow, stopping him mid-sentence.

Jungkook closed the distance, causing Taehyung to smell the expensive tobacco. He leaned slightly toward his face, his voice a quiet but heavy rumble:

• You understand, doll, that I have invested too much in you for you to just go home - it's time to pay the bills.