Inside the car, Jungkook sat quietly, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm, golden hue across his face. The windows were slightly cracked, letting in the sound of the outside world.
As the car slowly crawled through the crowd of fans gathered at the resort's entrance, their voices hit him like a wave, a collective roar of excitement. The air was electric with their energy, a mixture of adoration and anticipation.
Jungkook leaned against the window, his cheek resting lightly on his palm as he gazed out at the sea of fans. His eyes flicked over their faces, each one holding a mix of awe and hope, a silent plea for just one more glance, one more wave. His expression was calm, serene, but there was something deeply genuine in the way he looked at them.. acknowledging their presence, their support.
His fingers brushed lightly against the glass, his knuckles grazing the cool surface, and he let his gaze linger on a few faces.
"Jungkookkkk!!!" A voice rang out from the crowd, followed by another, "Jungkook, we love you!!!" The words sent ripples of excitement through the crowd, their shouts growing louder, merging into a chant that echoed across the space.
Jungkook's lips curved into a soft smile. The car moved slowly, and though the bodyguards were beginning to take action, gently pushing fans back for safety, Jungkook's eyes never wavered from the crowd.
"Look at me!" another voice called out, filled with emotion. Jungkook's gaze met the plea, and he nodded in their direction, raising a hand to wave slowly.
The screams escalated, a mix of admiration and joy. "Ahhh. I could die now. Why are you so beautiful?" one fan yelled, the words full of sincerity and adoration.
Jungkook chuckled quietly, a soft, breathy sound. His eyes flickered over the crowd again, catching sight of a fan holding a sign. He wasn't sure what it said, but it was enough to make his heart flutter.
"This is the only reason why I’m holding on to it, hyung," Jungkook murmured, his voice soft, almost as if speaking to himself. His gaze didn’t waver from the crowd, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Don’t you think I’m lucky? Lucky to be loved by so many?"
Hobi shifted in his seat, his expression thoughtful as he regarded Jungkook. His lips pressed into a thin line before he nodded slowly. "You are lucky, Jungkook," he said, his tone gentle but tinged with something unspoken.
Jungkook turned to him then, his brows slightly furrowed, as if searching for something in Hobi’s face. "But sometimes," he began, his voice dropping an octave, "love can feel… suffocating."
Hobi’s eyes flickered with understanding, but he stayed silent, waiting for Jungkook to continue.
"Just imagine," Jungkook said, gesturing vaguely toward the crowd outside, "if I stepped out of this car right now and into that swarm of people…" He let the sentence hang, his lips pursing into a pout as his imagination ran wild. "Ah, hyung, I can’t even picture what would happen next. It’s terrifying."
Hobi let out a slow breath, his gaze shifting to the same crowd. "That’s true," he admitted. "Love can be suffocating. Sometimes, it can even be toxic."
Jungkook hummed in agreement, as he turned his attention back to the window. His reflection stared back at him, faintly distorted by the glass, and he couldn’t help but wonder about the invisible line that separated him from the people who claimed to love him.
His breath fogged up the window, momentarily obscuring the chaotic scene outside. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Perhaps, it was both.
As the car neared the exit, the bodyguards moved in, urging the fans back. The space around Jungkook grew more controlled, the chaos of the crowd receding as the car began its slow departure. Jungkook pulled away from the window just a fraction, letting out a soft sigh.
