ᴛᴀᴇɴɴɪᴇ ʟɪꜱᴋᴏᴏᴋ | ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

Still With You

Keep some tissues ready with you lovies! 🧅

Jeon Jungkook was a name that echoed through every corner of the music world, a K-pop soloist whose voice had touched hearts and whose performances left millions spellbound. But it wasn't just his talent that made him unforgettable. It was the kindness in his eyes, the humility in his words, and the warmth in his smile. People adored him for his unmatched charm, the effortless way he connected with fans, and the sincerity that radiated from within him. He was someone you couldn't help but love-a man whose heart seemed as vast as the sky above him.

Success had followed him like a shadow ever since his debut, growing with each new release, every record-breaking hit, and each sold-out concert. And yet, despite the adulation of countless fans who worshipped him, Jungkook remained grounded. He didn't let the glitz of the industry dim his simple yet genuine nature. He had everything-fame, wealth, beauty-but there was one thing still missing: the one girl destiny had yet to introduce him to.

In quiet moments, he wondered about her. Was she out there watching his performances, smiling at his silly antics on stage? Or was she someone he hadn't met yet, living a life completely untouched by his fame? Jungkook often found himself lost in thoughts of love, imagining what it would be like to finally meet the one girl who would make everything feel complete. But for now, he was content to wait, trusting that fate would bring her into his life when the time was right.

The day of his concert had arrived, and the air buzzed with excitement as the final preparations were made. Jungkook stood before the mirror in his dressing room, adjusting his black leather jacket, his lips pursed in concentration. His hair fell in soft waves, framing his face, and his outfit was effortlessly cool, yet there was still that small spark of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Taehyung hyung, I'm looking good, right?" Jungkook asked, his voice playful but tinged with genuine curiosity as he glanced at his reflection. He turned slightly, checking his appearance from different angles, wanting to make sure everything was perfect.

Taehyung, his manager, was leaning casually against the doorframe, watching the younger man with an amused smile. Taehyung had been with Jungkook since day one, not just as a manager but as a confidant, a brother, and at times, his biggest cheerleader. Over the years, they had become inseparable, and their bond went far beyond the professional. Taehyung had seen Jungkook at his best and his worst, through sleepless nights and triumphant wins, and the love he had for the younger man was nothing short of brotherly.

He stepped forward, his fingers reaching out to straighten the collar of Jungkook's jacket, as if trying to make him even more perfect than he already was. "Handsome," Taehyung said, his voice full of admiration and playful exaggeration. "So handsome, I could die."

Jungkook chuckled, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he shook his head. "Coming from you, hyung, that's a real honor," he teased, though there was sincerity hidden in his words. Taehyung, after all, was known for his striking looks, often jokingly called the "visual manager" by fans. The two of them together often turned heads, and sometimes it felt like they shared the spotlight.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Sounds sarcastic, Kook." But there was no hiding the affection in his tone, and both of them laughed at the familiar banter that flowed so easily between them.

Jungkook reached for the setlist Taehyung had been holding, his expression shifting as he took the paper in his hands. His eyes scanned the songs, each title etched with memories of hours spent perfecting them. Every note, every lyric had been rehearsed until it became second nature, yet there was always that underlying pressure-the desire to be flawless, to give his fans everything he had and more.