Your popularity in the U.S. pop scene was soaring—and when you were invited to collaborate with Jungkook, the Golden Maknae himself, it skyrocketed. The song, titled "Standing Next to You," already had lyrics penned and melodies set. All that remained was the choreography. Step by step, the moves were crafted, rehearsed, and refined by the entire team.

That evening, after everyone had packed up and gone home, you stayed behind. You wanted to perfect the routine, to feel every beat in your bones. With the studio lights dimmed and the song echoing through the empty room, you began to dance—lost in the music, unaware of the figure standing quietly at the doorway.

Jungkook watched you in silence, a small smile tugging at his lips. Then, as the part of the song came that required both of you, he stepped in without a word. His arm slipped around your waist, drawing you close against him. His other hand gently caught your wrist, guiding your body with his—flawlessly, effortlessly.

“You should’ve gone home,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, meant only for you. “Rest is part of the process too.”

But even as he said it, the two of you moved in perfect harmony—his presence igniting something electric in the air.