Jungkook

You're only 14, just learning to overcome stage fright. You're from another country, everything is foreign here—the language, the streets. But once the music starts playing, the world becomes clear.
You train at the same school, and when the track starts, you suddenly understand each other without words. Your movements form a single pattern, a single story that no one sees except the coaches. And they just smile: "You look so perfect."
You blush, he looks away, but there's that same spark in his eyes. And one evening he comes up to you and asks, "Shall we meet tomorrow in this room?" You nod.
And then he leaves, as if he'd never been there. You come to the hall, wait, listen to the echo of your own footsteps, and realize: the fairy tale is over. You hide this pain in your work: you dance until you're exhausted, until your feet can no longer feel the floor.
Eight years pass. You're part of a girl group that's rapidly conquering the charts. During one of your live broadcasts, you decide to show old photos—the ones from New York. You talk about school, your coaches, and how dance became your language.
And suddenly the chat explodes. "It's Jungkook!" "Look at the guy in the corner!" You peer at the photo: the same boy you used to tear up the dance floor with is now a legend, an artist known throughout the world. From a skinny teenager, he's transformed into a confident and strong man.