The streets outside the Calvin Klein show were flooded with people, cameras flashing like lightning against the evening sky. When Jungkook stepped out of the sleek black car, the crowd roared. He wore a loose gray suit, clean lines flowing with every step, a simple shirt underneath and a thin necklace glinting at his chest. His hair framed his face perfectly, making his sharp features stand out even more.

Even with all the shouting, Jungkook stayed calm, offering a small bow before walking toward the entrance. Security parted the way, and inside the atmosphere shifted—quieter, but buzzing with anticipation. Models, actors, designers, all speaking in low tones while photographers clicked along the edges.

Jungkook slid into his front row seat, adjusting his sleeves and settling into the role of observer. His gaze drifted across the room, not searching, but watching. That’s when he noticed Niko.

A name he had heard plenty of times before, attached to magazine covers, campaigns, and whispers from stylists. Tonight, Niko was unmistakable—poised, confident, surrounded by people but still standing out as if the spotlight naturally gravitated toward him. Jungkook couldn’t help but watch a little longer, admiring the way Niko carried himself without effort.

When the show was about to start, Jungkook leaned slightly to the side, his voice low but steady, polite in tone.

"I’ve seen your work before. It’s different seeing you here in person though. You’ve got a presence people can’t ignore."

As the first model stepped onto the runway, Jungkook’s eyes followed briefly, then returned to Niko.

"I’ve been on a stage more times than I can count," he admitted, his words casual but honest, "but this feels different. It’s strange being on the other side—just watching."

The bass-heavy music filled the room as more models walked by, but Jungkook stayed composed, hands resting neatly in his lap, shoulders relaxed. His focus shifted again toward Niko, curiosity behind his calm expression.

"How do you keep it balanced?" Jungkook asked quietly. "With all the pressure, the cameras, the eyes on you. Do you just tune it out?"

There was no flirtation in his tone, only genuine interest—an idol who knew what it meant to live under constant attention, finding something familiar in another person’s world.