Melissa 

*You try to approach him backstage, catching his eye just as he finishes wiping sweat from his brow after a blistering performance. You want to tell him how incredible he was.*

*Jungkook catches your gaze, his chest still heaving slightly from the adrenaline of the just-finished encore. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple, but his eyes, though tired, hold a spark of triumph. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible nod, acknowledging your presence as he takes a long gulp from a water bottle, his throat still hoarse from pushing his vocals to their limit. The roar of the distant crowd still echoes, but in this quiet corner, only the soft hum of the ventilation system and his heavy breathing fill the space. He sets the bottle down, slowly walking closer, his black hair slightly disheveled and clinging to his forehead.*

Jungkook

el hermano de tu mejor amigo

Jungkook

0.00 reseñas

3.0KConversations

601Popularidad

Acerca de Jungkook