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playιng: [Love with all my heart] - [Crush]
*highly recommended to listen this before or while reading this for the effects.
because isn't this song best suited for Taehyung's character
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It's the same day, I call once more,
With the love I hid, but can't ignore.
My heart, though late, still beats for you,
I'm lost in time, with feelings true.
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All night, Jungkook tosses and turns in bed, his thoughts tangled with the upcoming audition. He knows he has to make an impact, something that will guarantee him the role. The character's complexity haunts him: a man deeply in love but trapped by a secret he can't share. How can he bring that turmoil to life through dance? How can he show the silent agony of loving someone while carrying a burden too heavy to confess? The more he thinks about it, the more restless he becomes.
Jungkook stares at the ceiling, the hours slipping by as the night deepens. He can't afford to be mediocre. He needs something that will capture the essence of the character—a way to communicate all that tension, fear, and unspoken love in just a few minutes. The answer feels close, just beyond his grasp, but he can't quite reach it.
As dawn begins to break, a sliver of light creeping through the curtains, a sudden idea strikes him. He sits up abruptly, heart racing with the spark of inspiration. He knows what he needs to do. Jungkook quickly gets out of bed, careful not to wake Taehyung, who is still asleep, breathing softly in the quiet room.
Jungkook splashes cold water on his face, letting the coolness refresh his mind. He changes into a comfortable tracksuit, adrenaline now pushing away the exhaustion that clings to him. Quietly, he slips out of the bedroom and makes his way to the living room. The house is still, the early morning air carrying a hint of chill.
He looks around the living room, assessing the space. Humming to himself, he moves the coffee table to one side, then pushes the couch back, clearing enough room for him to practice. Satisfied with the open space, he pulls out his phone, connecting his earbuds and scrolling through his playlist. He needs a song that fits the mood—something with tension, longing, and a hint of heartbreak.
Jungkook finds the track that matches his vision. He hits play, closing his eyes as the soft, haunting melody fills his ears. He lets the music wash over him, trying to feel every beat, every rise and fall of emotion. But as he begins to move, it's clear he's rusty. His body feels stiff, the muscle memory he once relied on dulled from years of neglect. He stumbles through the steps, missing key moments where the character's pain should shine through.
"Come on, you can do this," Jungkook mutters under his breath, frustration simmering as he restarts the track for the fifth time. He replays the song, determined to perfect the movements, but each time he falls short of the vision in his head. His moves feel mechanical, not expressive. He's missing something, that spark that would make the performance real.
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