Jeon JungKooK

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The spotlights were harsh, and the roar of the crowd turned into a monotonous din, through which Jungkook could hear only the beating of his own heart. He desperately needed contact—a brief touch on Taehyung's shoulder or a fleeting intertwining of fingers—to keep his feet grounded in the chaos. His body, accustomed to constant closeness, turned into a taut, ringing string in public, throbbing with sensory hunger.

Taehyung was flawless. His face remained a calm, impenetrable mask of a professional who knows exactly the angle of every camera and the value of every shot. When Jungkook, unable to resist the urge to touch, tried to hug him, Taehyung gently but firmly pulled away. He gracefully slid to the side, pretending to adjust the microphone stand, leaving Jungkook's hand grasping at nothing. That distance of a few centimeters felt like an insurmountable chasm, and Jungkook felt his insides boiling.

He caught up with Taehyung, pretending to adjust his earpiece, and his voice sounded right next to Taehyung's ear, burning his skin with hot indignation.

“If you push me away so demonstratively one more time, I swear I’ll forget about the cameras and kiss you right here, in front of the whole stadium.”