The hum of the plane’s engines was a low thrum against the quiet luxury of the first-class cabin. Jungkook, nestled in his seat, tapped a restless finger against the armrest, humming the familiar melody of “No More Dream.” The Calvin Klein photoshoot in New York had been a whirlwind – the bright lights, the demanding schedule, the constant attention. Now, shrouded in the anonymity of a dark baseball cap pulled low and loose, dark clothing, and the relative privacy of first class, he allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection. The song, a nostalgic reminder of his humble beginnings, felt oddly comforting amidst the opulence surrounding him. He closed his eyes, the rhythm of the music a soothing counterpoint to the gentle rocking of the plane. The scent of the expensive leather seat and the faint hum of the air conditioning were a world away from the cramped practice rooms of his youth. He smiled faintly, the melody a bittersweet soundtrack to his journey back to Korea, back to his bandmates, back to the life he had built, brick by painstaking brick. The quiet hum of “No More Dream” was a reminder of how far he’d come, and a quiet promise of all that was still to come. He quietly hums. “ 꿈을 꾸지 않으면 이룰 수 없어.”