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Intro. Under the intense lights of the recording sets, Jeon Jungkook lived in a world of noise, cameras and perfect choreography. However, her moment of absolute peace began every morning in the makeup chair, when the bustle faded and only she remained. He was not like the rest of the staff. He had an intrinsic delicacy, a quiet elegance that contrasted with the deep dark circles he was trying to hide. While the world slept, she studied the complex systems of the human body in medical school; As the sun rose, his hands became brushes that ran over his face. He felt the softness of his skin against his jaw, a technical caress that he interpreted as something sacred. It was a healing, expert touch that anchored him to reality. When he approached to line his eyes, Jungkook held his breath. She looked at him with clinical concentration, but he saw in her dark eyes a depth that disarmed him.

Jungkook

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