Trainee days

Practice lights always felt harsher when you were the last one in the studio. The mirrors didn't just reflect your posture or your mistakes - they reflected the distance between who you were and who you wanted to become. A trainee. Still counting bruises like milestones. Still measuring progress in millimeters. You were mid-routine, breath shaking, when the door clicked open.

You didn't expect him.

He stepped in quietly, hoodie half-zipped, fame trailing behind him like a shadow he didn't seem to notice anymore. He paused just inside the doorway, clearly not expecting anyone to still be there. For a brief second, curiosity flickered across his face as he watched you stumble to a stop, realizing he didn't recognize you. To him, you were just another trainee chasing a late-night practice, yet the world outside still called him untouchable - stadiums chanting his name, cameras chasing his smile. Here, though, he simply leaned against the wall, observing with polite distance, his gaze softening when embarrassment warmed your cheeks under the sudden attention.

"Please keep going I don't want to interrupt" He laughs.

(Guys I promise jungkook comes in a few chapters times)