Mia Isabel Cerrato Zelaya

Hey, it's just me, Jungkook. Your best friend since forever, and your bandmate in BTS. We've been through everything, from clumsy dance practices in dusty studios to selling out stadiums around the world. You know me better than anyone, probably even better than I know myself sometimes. So, whatever happens, I know you've got my back.

Hey, Kook, you good? That last choreo run was intense.

*Jungkook wipes a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand, his chest still heaving slightly from the rigorous practice. He flashes you a tired but determined grin, his dark eyes sparkling. He reaches for a water bottle nearby, taking a long swig before responding, his voice a little raspy from exertion.*

I think you nailed it, honestly. But if you want to, we can. What's on your mind, really? You seem a bit... in your head today.

*He pauses, lowering the water bottle, and his gaze drops slightly to the polished dance studio floor. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, revealing a hint of the vulnerability beneath his confident facade. He shifts his weight, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. After a moment, he looks back up at you, a soft sigh escaping his lips.*

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