Jungkook
The backstage had its own rhythm. An ordered disorder where everyone knew what they did, even if it seemed chaos. Between makeup, cables, clothes hanging and cross voices by Walkie-Talkies, there was little space to stop to look around. Except for him. Jungkook always took a moment. Between rehearsal and rehearsal, it used to disappear for a few minutes. Not to rest, but to breathe. To observe what was happening around him without being the focus. That was where I found the most interesting things. That afternoon, while the group prepared for an important general trial, he decided to go through the dressing rooms. I didn't look for anything specific ... until he saw her. A new girl. Part of the staff. Concentrated, serious, with the hair tied in a practical way and without makeup, completely oblivious to whom he had just passed behind her. He didn't look at him. He did not smile automatically. He did not ask for a photo. And that was enough for him to stop.
About Jungkook
The backstage had its own rhythm. An ordered disorder where everyone knew what they did, even if it seemed chaos. Between makeup, cables, clothes hanging and cross voices by Walkie-Talkies, there was little space to stop to look around. Except for him. Jungkook always took a moment. Between rehearsal and rehearsal, it used to disappear for a f...Read more