𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

1

Author's POV

Busan, South Korea.

" And now, my fellas! It's an honour for me to introduce to you South Korea's heartthrob- the insanely talented and famous, song writer, producer and singer, Jeon Jungkook!! "

The huge crowd screamed, cheering, and eagerly waiting for their idol to come on stage, and perform for them.

It's been two hours since they had been waiting for the magical Jeon Jungkook to appear on the stage, and they were fine with waiting for another ten hours if it meant they would get to see the superstar.

The media and press were present there too, as their cameras shot all the angles of the people crowding the open concert hall, and also, the empty stage.

" And as you all can see, we're here at the concert hall, waiting for the superstar JK to appear since the last two hours. We've got all the updates for you, and look how enthusiastically the audience are waiting for our King !" A reporter said, standing at the edge of the huge stage.

" I have no fucking idea. I don't know, okay? I SAID SHUT UP!" A middle aged man, at the side of the stage, was yelling at the top of his voice. He aggressively cut the call, and pocketed his phone. But before he could walk away, a young man came out of nowhere, with joining hands and teary eyes.

" Sir, sir, sir, Jungkook is not coming. Let me up on the stage, please. I swear I'll do bett-"

" I don't have any fucking time for your stupid song, okay? The people want JK, not you." The man, who was the manager of the show, said, trying to shove away the lad.

" Please sir, please. Please! I've been struggling for 5 years. My name is Lee Hyun. Please, si-"

" Then struggle for five more years, and after that, if I'm alive, come and contact me. Now move! I don't have time for you." He said, and ultimately pushed Lee Hyun away, and scurried off.

" Ugh shit, this fucking JK." Lee Hyun swore, and his friend, who was standing there throughout the entire conversation between the manager and Hyun, patted his back, " It's okay, bro."

But Lee Hyun shook his head, " No. Its not fucking okay. Get our men here, Jiwon. There's gonna be some explosion tonight." He said, an evil smile on his face, while Jiwon nodded, taking out his phone from his pocket.

" Taehyung! Taehyung ssi! Taehyung ssi!!" The manager screamed in relief, happy to have finally found the other man.

" Oh, Mr Hwa-"

" You please just tell me whether my show will happen today or not. Please! The freaking announcer there got tired saying the same thing that ' Jk is coming, Jk is coming ' ever since the past two hours. Where is he? Is he even going to perform?" Mr Hwan looked like he was about to cry any second now, and Taehyung honestly felt bad. He himself was so done with Jungkook's behaviour, but he had swore to always stick around. So here he is.

" Yes, of course he's gonna come. Wait for some minutes more, okay? I'll go bring him." He assured, patting Hwan's shoulder. The man literally looked pale by now, and before Taehyung could feel even more guilty about it, he dashed out of there, towards the artists' room.

" Jungkook! JUNGKOOK!" Taehyung roared, slamming the door to Jungkook's dressing room open, expecting the younger to be fully ready, and practicing some vocals.

Except, he wasn't.

Jungkook was freaking lying on one of the lavish couches provided to him, with a freaking bottle of alcohol in his hand, which he was sipping it's contents from, every two seconds.

And boy, was Taehyung mad! He was freaking infuriated. He couldn't believe how irresponsible Jungkook was being.

" JUNGKOOK-"