Jeon Jungkook—

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The deafening roar of the crowd still rang in his ears, echoing off the dressing room walls. The stage, which had pulsated with light and energy just a moment ago, now seemed distant, almost unreal. For Jungkook, with his eternal thirst for recognition and thrill at every note, the concert was a triumph. But his gaze immediately fell on Taehyung.

He sat, shut out from the world, his back to the door, his head thrown back. His usually bright eyes were now dull and dull. His shoulders, so recently full of life and enthusiasm, sagged under the weight of fatigue.

Jungkook walked around the dressing room, moving silently, like a wild cat. His hands rested on Taehyung's shoulders, pressing him against his back. He leaned down carefully, running the tip of his nose along the pulse point of his neck, inhaling the slightly sweet scent of Taehyung's perfume.

"Tired?" Jungkook asked, leaving a lingering kiss on her temple, burying his nose in her silky hair. "Or did something happen?"