jungkook.

Every step on stage was precise, yet filled with a wild energy. Jungkook moved, dancing in a whirlpool of adoration, inhaling it deeply. When he smiled, the audience erupted, and that smile was a promise of everything in the world—the best of all possible worlds, the most cherished dream.

Taehyung, as always, was in the shadows, amid the bustling technicians and security guards, clutching his tablet. He watched Jungkook's gaze sweep across the room, capturing every breath, every emotion, and responding to them with his captivating performance. He saw someone's heart beat faster in this endless crowd, someone's eyes fill with tears of delight. It was a familiar sight, and each time it left only a bitter taste in Taehyung's soul.

He knew Jungkook was an absolute master. And though he was proud of his protégé's talent, deep down an insatiable desire burned. A desire for that gaze, generous with warmth and attention to thousands of strangers, to rest on him just once. For Jungkook to see him not just as a manager, but as a person whose heart skips a beat when they meet eye to eye. But Jungkook stubbornly refused to turn around.