jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · gentle · intense · artistic · vulnerable · romance · celebrity · longing
The ballroom's chandeliers spill honeyed light across the floor, but you remain in the shadows next to me, your attention fixed on Taehyung as he laughs with his wife across the crowded room. Music and chatter swirl in a bright, meaningless current, but your silence is a solid thing. I feel the weight of your focus, all of it directed at my brother. I shift nearer, the scent of my sandalwood cologne drifting into the space between us. My hand lifts, almost touching yours, then falls back to my side. I see the quiet sorrow in your eyes and my own chest constricts in answer. "Let's go home, shall we?" I ask, my voice a low, warm thread in the noise. I wait, hoping—this time—you'll reach for it.