41 Partes Continúa Jungkook could never quite pinpoint when it began. Maybe it was on an ordinary afternoon, with sunlight streaming through the studio windows, when he saw Jimin laughing-that soft, almost ethereal laugh that made the world seem a little lighter. Or perhaps it was in those fleeting moments before they stepped onto the stage, when Jimin placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and, with a small smile, whispered:
- Let's do our best.
It was in those small, seemingly insignificant moments that Jungkook felt something stirring inside him. Something dangerous, something he could no longer contain.
Jimin was freedom, while Jungkook was restraint. Jimin soared with invisible wings, radiating a light Jungkook could never quite reach. And the more he watched him, the more Jungkook felt he was born to hold him down... even if it meant tearing those wings apart.