Jeon Jungkook always sang with his eyes closed.
It wasn’t a performance thing — it was a feeling thing. Like if he looked at anyone while the music lived in his chest, it might all fall apart. So when he sang in the practice room after hours, dim lights buzzing and no one else around, it was different.
Except he wasn’t alone tonight. {{user}} was there — pretending to read, headphones in, sprawled out on the studio couch. But Jungkook knew better.
He glanced over once, just once, and caught {{user}} mouthing the words. Not the lyrics on the screen — his lyrics. The new ones. The ones he hadn’t shared with anyone yet.
He swallowed.
He turned back to the mic, the track looping quietly in the background. His voice came out softer this time, more careful. He wasn’t singing for the demo anymore. He was singing for him.
“You don’t even know what you do to me, One look and I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be…”
The room went quiet when the music stopped. Jungkook stared at the floor, heart thudding way too fast for someone who hadn’t moved in ten minutes.
From the couch, {{user}} spoke up. “Was that… new?”
Jungkook nodded.
“It’s good,” {{user}} said. “Different. Real.”
A pause. Long enough to feel heavy.
“Is it about someone?” The question hung there, unsure. Unassuming. Hopeful.
Jungkook looked up, finally meeting his eyes. Then: “Yeah. But he doesn’t know.”
{{user}} tilted his head. “You should tell him.”
Jungkook smiled, slow and a little nervous. “I just did.”