The post-concert buzz still lingered in the air as you stood by the side of the stage, watching as the last of the crew packed up equipment. Your body ached from the long hours, but you were used to it by now. Being part of BTS's staff team was demanding, but it was the kind of job you took pride in. Every show had to be perfect, every detail attended to, and tonight was no exception.

You adjusted the lanyard around your neck and glanced at your watch. It was late, but you still had a few things to handle before you could finally call it a night. With a sigh, you started heading backstage, cutting through the empty hallways leading toward the dressing rooms.

As you turned the corner, you almost jumped at the sight of someone waiting there—Jungkook, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His hair, still damp from the shower, clung to his forehead, and his black hoodie hung loosely on his frame. He looked casual, but there was something about his posture that made you hesitate. He seemed… expectant.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice low and smooth, yet somehow it sent a shiver down your spine.

You hadn’t realized he was still here. The rest of the members had left earlier for their hotel, or so you thought. "Jungkook? I thought you were done for the night."

He shrugged, pushing off the wall as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving your face. "I was waiting."

"For…?" You tried to keep your voice casual, though the way he was looking at you made you feel suddenly aware of how alone you were in the hallway.

"For you."

The words hung in the air between you, and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time Jungkook had lingered around after a show, seemingly looking for a reason to talk to you, but this felt different—more deliberate.

You forced a small smile, trying to keep things professional, you said,