"Paris Fashion Week: Jungkook Leaves Taehyung in Awe!"
Paris Fashion Week witnessed an unforgettable moment when Jungkook’s stunning visuals left everyone speechless. Even Taehyung was caught pausing to take a breath.. clearly captivated.
The world was watching, but it was Jungkook who stole the spotlight at Paris Fashion Week. Taehyung, known for his charm, found himself caught in the moment, completely mesmerized by Jungkook’s presence.
All eyes may have been on Taehyung at Paris Fashion Week, but his gaze was fixed elsewhere.. on none other than Jungkook. The duo created a scene straight out of a romance drama, leaving fans buzzing with excitement.
_reporter hyori from vmagazine.
"Turn it off, Hobi hyung," Jungkook groaned, his voice laced with frustration as he secured a silver earring in place, his reflection staring back at him in the ornate mirror. "I swear, if you don’t, I’m going to break that thing."
Hobi, his ever-enthusiastic manager, sat comfortably on the plush armchair, completely unbothered by Jungkook’s irritation. He had an iPad propped up in front of him, engrossed in the news video. The faint sound of entertainment gossip filled the room, adding to Jungkook’s irritation.
"Just watch it, Jungkook," Hobi said, his eyes not leaving the screen. "This video is better than any of the romantic scenes you’ve acted in. It’s pure gold!"
Jungkook rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t fall out. "Hyung, seriously?" He turned away from the mirror and strode over to Hobi, snatching the iPad from his hands in one swift motion. Without a second thought, he hurled it onto the bed. "Can you stop creating stories out of thin air just like them?"
Hobi, far from offended, leaned back with a smirk. "Creating stories? Me? I think the reporters are doing just fine without my help. Just look at how Taehyung was looking at you in Paris."
Jungkook froze for a fraction of a second, then shook his head dismissively. "Oh, please. He looks at everyone like that. Didn’t you see those photos of his Paris date with Liejun?"
Hobi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? So you saw those, huh?"
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. "What? No. Never. I just happened to scroll past it on social media."
Hobi’s smirk deepened. "Social media? You don’t even have an account."
Caught, Jungkook stumbled for a response, his voice rising in defense. "Ah, the news channels, okay? Just drop it. I have zero interest in him or his dating dramas."
Hobi leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Zero interest, huh? You sure about that?"
Jungkook groaned loudly, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Are you my manager or some undercover reporter for those gossip magazines?"
Before Hobi could respond, Jungkook stepped back and spread his arms wide. "Anyway, how do I look?" he asked, twirling on the spot with a dramatic flair.
Hobi tilted his head, pretending to scrutinize Jungkook’s outfit. "Like a cotton candy."
Jungkook’s face fell into an exaggerated pout. "Is it that bad?"
Hobi burst out laughing. "You’re so dramatic. You look amazing. Come on, we need to leave. Sir said sharp 8."
Jungkook sighed, grabbing his phone from the dresser. "Fine, let’s go." He walked out of the luxurious hotel suite, his boots clicking against the marble floor as Hobi followed behind, still chuckling to himself. "One day.. one day, everyone is going to drive me insane," he muttered under his breath.
