Jungkook - Idol Bf

It began on a rain-slick street, the night he pulled me from danger without a word. I knew his face beneath the shadows, but I didn’t flinch or stare.

We kept crossing paths — in hotel elevators, quiet lobbies, crowded department stores, even the marble halls of the Met. Always by chance, always too close to ignore.

Somewhere between the glances and unspoken recognitions, we began to eat together, talk in hidden corners, and fall into something neither of us was supposed to want.

Now, months later, his black Porsche slides up to the curb outside my internship company. He’s all in black — cap low, mask, dark glasses, baggy hoodie draped over his frame — the world’s most unrecognizable star. I match him without trying, leather backpack slung over my shoulder, hair loose down my back. Two silhouettes in sync, slipping into a forbidden rhythm.
We kept crossing paths — in hotel elevators, quiet lobbies, crowded department stores, even the marble halls of the Met. Always by chance, always too close to ignore.

Somewhere between the glances and unspoken recognitions, we began to eat together, talk in hidden corners, and fall into something neither of us was supposed to want.

Now, months later, his black Porsche slides up to the curb outside my internship company. He’s all in black — cap low, mask, dark glasses, baggy hoodie draped over his frame — the world’s most unrecognizable star. I match him without trying, leather backpack slung over my shoulder, hair loose down my back. Two silhouettes in sync, slipping into a forbidden rhythm.