•The melody of his sighs• [ Taekook ]

III

Tuesday

Third pov

- Come on Jungkook, only Dance with me, baby is left for us to try. - Hoseok said when Jungkook went to get a bottle of water, which he drank almost to the brim.

They spent the whole day in a stuffy practice hall and once again tried out the strenuous choreography for the upcoming concert.

-Here I am. - said the youngest among them tiredly and bigun with quick steps and jumps, when the music started again.

The three young men really tried their best. As always. They were sweaty and broken when they finished their four-hour rehearsal not far from the hotel. The first thing Jungkook thought of was a warm bath, a nap in the comfort of his suite.

As soon as he laid his exhausted body in the clean sheets, two minutes passed and he fell asleep. All kinds of thoughts roared through his head before he fell asleep. He reflected on his choices in the last decade of his life. Everything piled up in his mind and he could no longer put off thinking about these things. He remembered his parents who were not supportive at first, but later when they saw all the effort and seriousness their son put into all this, they changed their minds. Now they were just missing.

The next item that required the most of his energy and thinking was the stage. He loved his job, he loved it so much. But he couldn't help but notice the great change that walked through the small door. His managers and the whole company changed. It was the wild word. Prohibitions and orders that he had to obey in order to be a real idol in the eyes of his national fans. It was driving him crazy. He was furious. He felt that he was losing his own identity. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't see anymore a boy, a teenager with sparks instead of eyes who firmly believed in himself and followed his ideals. Now he saw a tired man, with a hint of regret in his eyes for the choices he had made.

But in addition to all that, another thought crept into his mind. For a moment he lost touch with reality, and on the verge of dreams, he thought of a glimmer of hope. A glimpse that wasn't even visible until yesterday. The last thing he thought about that afternoon before he fell fast asleep was the mysterious man from yesterday. His eyes cut deeply into his consciousness and now he already knew that he was trapped there, that he could very easily become a slave to that man's habits. And for a moment, just for a short moment, he gave himself the freedom to think what life would be like if he has someone like him by his side.

***

A few hours passed, and Jungkook felt someone touching his back, lying next to him and gently whispering his name. He felt breath on his neck and a bulge on his ass. He was taken aback for a moment, but he knew very quickly who it was. A guy he sleeps with occasionally, a guy who serves him to relieve himself from time to time. His friend, a member of the band.