rock music was not his first choice when it came to listening to something. neither was country, or edm, or really anything that resembled overplayed obnoxious radio music. jungkook had found a classical music station in his car one day and never felt like changing it. it was either that or nothing.
when people talk about rock music or the movies portray that genre, it's all too stereotypical and predictable. the real artistry comes from those truly passionate in their work and it just shows on the stage. there's none of that stereotypical loud rock sound — and with taehyung, he had that select artistry he was known for, such a particular taste crafted around the sound he adored and paired with his talent. it was such a unique thing that had the male always being unapologetically himself. that's why jungkook wasn't completely expecting what he had heard and seen next.
it was the guitar that came first, a simple rhythm accompanied by the drums coming in and sounding like a punch to everyone's chests with how intense it was. the sound filled the stage and out to the sky, so loud but lacking anything negative or obnoxious.
jungkooks eyes stayed on taehyung, they didn't waver when the second guitar came in and not even when it all switched from something sounding light to something else more intense. it got faster, and he didn't even realize his boot started to move.
the choreo wasn't really choreo. it was more the moments that gave taehyung time to do whatever he wanted before needing to get back to the mic and sing his lines. it wasn't for this opening but, the instruments grabbing the attention of the fans before taehyungs ring clad hand grabbed that mic and opened his mouth.
those words were lost to the ravenette. he heard them but he really wasn't listening. jungkook was too busy staring at how good the male looked up there, all red hair and confidence glowing.
"you know it's, it's all a gamble when it's just a game. you treat it like a capital crime, everybody's doing the time."
taehyung knew the words like they were tattooed across the back of his eyelids. they left his throat and spilled out like wine across the stage and into the crowd for the fans to get drunk on. his eyes were closed and body buzzing with the song playing loud and drowning out any other senses.
"take me down to the paradise city. where the grass is green and the boys are pretty."
taehyung opened his eyes, landing on the ravenette sitting there like a dark angel amongst the sea of empty spots all around him. the male was staring right back at him, that look never wavering as the rockstar sang with his whole chest and unleashed it all.
