The backstage room was dim, lit only by a single antique lamp that hummed faintly in the corner. jungkook sat in front of the mirror, wrapping the final ribbon around his ankle, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately — like tying himself back together.
His costume shimmered faintly under the low light: a flowing silk gown, deep maroon like dried roses, fitted at the waist and soft at the sleeves. It wasn’t designed for a grand stage. This was not a theatre. It was a private hall, a party thrown by powerful men — the kind of night where nothing was truly seen, yet everything was noticed.
Something in his chest felt tight. Uneasy.
He had performed in front of strangers before, but tonight felt different. Heavier. As if the air was watching. As if time itself had slowed to wait for something.
He looked at her reflection. His face was calm, but his eyes told another story.
Present jungkook
Why does it feel like I’ve been here before?
He placed a hand on his chest — his heartbeat was too fast.
The music hadn’t even started yet.
Outside the door, he could hear the muffled sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the low rumble of voices.
But one sound — one presence — felt louder than all of them.
he didn’t know him.
he didn’t even know who he was waiting for.
But something in his soul whispered:
He's here
And when the curtain would rise, something would shift.
Not just in the room.
But inside him.
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Teco
The suspense is killing me. Please don't leave us hanging, update now!
2025-07-08
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