Taehyung was adjusting his in-ear monitor, his fingers deftly securing the mic for the opening act. The backstage buzz was electric, filled with last-minute preparations, muffled conversations, and the faint hum of music testing in the background. He barely paid attention to the commotion around him, his focus solely on his own readiness - until a flicker of movement caught the corner of his eye.
It started with a glimpse of slender legs, gliding gracefully across the polished floor. Taehyung's breath hitched. His gaze, slow and deliberate, followed the path upward.. taking in the tailored fit of the outfit that hugged every curve and contour of the person. A sharp inhale filled his lungs, his chest tightening as his eyes finally locked with Jungkook's.
Those eyes.
Doe-like and deep, they locked onto his with an intensity that sent a jolt through Taehyung's entire being. Time seemed to slow, the noise of the backstage fading into a muffled haze.
Jungkook had frozen mid-stride, his expression unreadable. But his gaze.. oh, his gaze.. held Taehyung captive. It was as though the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.
Taehyung swallowed hard, his throat suddenly parched as though all the moisture had been stolen from his body. His chest tightened painfully, and he cursed under his breath, frustration and awe warring within him.
The sight of Jungkook rendered him immobile, a vision so stunning it felt unreal. Jungkook had always been beautiful.. his features were soft yet striking, his presence commanding without trying. But this... This was something else entirely.
Draped in a golden outfit that clung to his frame like it was crafted solely for him, Jungkook shimmered with every subtle movement, the fabric catching the backstage lights and throwing soft reflections onto his skin. The glitter dusted beneath his eyes amplified the depth of his gaze, making those doe-like eyes appear otherworldly, like pools of molten gold.
And Taehyung wanted.. no, needed.. to tear his gaze away, to reclaim the control he prided himself on. But Jungkook held him captive, as if casting some unbreakable spell. Every second that passed felt heavier, trapping Taehyung in a trance that refused to let him go.
There was something maddening about the way Jungkook stood there, the intensity in his gaze cutting through Taehyung like a knife.
How does he do this to me? Fck, this Jungkook should be in his bedroom, not in the middle of some fashion event.
Taehyung thought, his heart thudding painfully against his ribs. His palms itched to reach out, to shatter the distance that felt like miles between them despite being mere feet apart. But he stayed rooted in place, helpless against the magnetic pull that was Jungkook.
In that moment, Taehyung found himself caught in a loop.. a never-ending cycle of gazing and yearning, unable to escape, and perhaps not wanting to. He wasn't sure what was more terrifying: the power Jungkook wielded over him, or the fact that Taehyung didn't mind being trapped under it.
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