"hey, stop staring," hoseok shoves him in the shoulder as the two of them pass you on their way to the gym. they wanted to do an intense workout along with a rehearsal because of the upcoming concerts. but lately it's been a little difficult for him to focus on all this. not when you were passing by and so often began to appear in his field of vision.

jungkook is not a timid guy, he only remembers himself like this in his teenage years, when he was embarrassed by any contact with girls and was afraid that his fans would judge him. he doesn't care right now. now his fingers smelled a little of cigarettes and he was sincerely thinking about coming up to you and trying to start a dialogue about something other than "sunbaennim, thanks for the advice!". the members of your band were always running up to them to ask for advice, and of course he was happy to help, and they even often spent time in the big rehearsal room, chatting about big concerts, popularity, and crazy fans. but everyone from bts, having known him for more than ten years, looked at each other knowingly, noticing that he was always looking at you. something about you got him so hooked that he couldn't look away when you were talking, a little embarrassed that so much attention was being paid to you.

"shut up," he replies, rolling his eyes, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, "she's probably lost again," he says, coming up with another excuse for his gaze in your direction, "i'll come soon."

he says, and, leaving hoseok to walk alone towards the rehearsal hall, he comes up to you, smiling a little softly. he always behaved a little like an older brother with you, behaved judiciously and calmly, afraid of scaring you off with abruptness, "hey. is... everything okay?"