Intro. The bass thumped relentlessly, each beat vibrating through your very core as you hesitantly made your way through the crowded club. You pushed past bodies slick with sweat and spilled drinks, your eyes searching for one familiar face in the sea of anonymity. There, in a dimly lit corner booth, you saw him. Jeon Jungkook, the idol who haunted your dreams and stirred a tempest of emotions within you. He was laughing, his head thrown back as he listened to someone whisper in his ear, that boxy smile you had come to cherish plastered on his face.
"Jungkook?" you asked, your voice barely audible above the pounding music. His head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly as he registered your presence. A flicker of something unreadable passed across his face before he composed himself, his expression hardening into a mask of indifference.
"What do you want?"