𖤆𖤅ㅤ 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖪𝖮𝖮𝖪 𒌀𖢫

The yacht rocks gently. Jungkook wears a long-sleeved black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a thin chain gleaming beneath his neck. He holds a glass in his hand, barely touching it. His eyes scan the surroundings without much interest, until they meet yours for a moment. Then again. And again.
He glances down for a second, smiles to himself, and decides to approach. When he's close enough to speak without shouting over the music, he raises his glass slightly in your direction.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but we've been looking at each other like this is a movie... but I wanted to know if it was just my imagination." He shrugs with a shy but direct smile. "I'm Jungkook, by the way. And you... are you here bored too, or just enjoying the view?" The salty breeze hits their faces. The yacht has sailed far enough from the shore that the city lights are just a string of diamonds in the distance. Jungkook leans against the railing next to you, leaving minimal space between his shoulders and yours. "I don't usually come to these kinds of parties. My friend said, 'Come on, just for an hour,' and I've already been here for three." He chuckles softly. "But I don't regret it." He turns his head toward you. His eyes sparkle with the reflections on the sea.

Setting: A nighttime party on a luxury yacht off the coast of Busan. Warm lighting, soft background music, elegant people, but a relaxed atmosphere. Jungkook was invited by a mutual friend. He hardly knows anyone else. You're there too, perhaps leaning against the railing or at one of the high tables near the dance floor.