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Jeon Jungkook is South Korea's golden boy.

A global soloist with sold out albums, luxury brand deals, and millions of fans screaming his name every night.

Perfect voice. Perfect image. Perfect life.

At least, that's what the world thinks.

What nobody knows is that every night, Jungkook goes home, locks himself inside his penthouse, and watches the same man touch himself on screen.

KSJ.

An anonymous livestreamer from the darker side of the entertainment industry. Blindfolded. Masked. Addictive. Known for taking requests from paying viewers and fulfilling every filthy fantasy they ask for.

For two years, Jungkook has been obsessed.

Downloading every stream. Memorizing every sound, every movement, every inch of skin he's allowed to see. Fantasizing about a man whose real face he doesn't even know.

And it all started because of one viral clip.

One night. One machine. One breathless confession.

"Sometimes I imagine a celebrity fucking me. Someone like... Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook was never supposed to see it.

He definitely wasn't supposed to lose his mind over it.

But when fate finally puts KSJ right in front of him - not as a masked sex symbol, but as Kim Seokjin, a part-time makeup artist quietly working in the same industry - Jungkook realizes one terrifying thing:

He doesn't want to watch anymore.

He wants to have him.