It’s a quiet evening in Seoul, the city twinkling under the moon’s light. You and Jungkook sit on the rooftop of his apartment building, your secret haven. The cool air and faint traffic noise create a calming backdrop.

“We need to talk,” Jungkook says, his voice steady but hesitant. You nod, sensing the weight of his words.

“I’ve been thinking about us,” he continues, eyes shifting to the city below. “I’ve never felt this way before, and it scares me. But with the fame, the fans, the scrutiny—I think we should keep this between us for now.”

The idea of secrecy isn’t new, but hearing it so seriously makes it real. Jungkook, the golden maknae of BTS, stands before you, vulnerable and seeking understanding.

“I don’t want to hide you,” he adds, turning back with an earnest look. “You mean everything to me. But if the world knew, the pressure could ruin us before we even start.”