Damn, damn was the only thought running through Jungkook's head as he tried to get away from the fans chasing him. He loved being famous yes, he loved ARMY, he loved making music, but at the cost of his privacy? it was worth it? probably yes.

While he was sneaking as best he could through the streets of Seoul, he tried to find somewhere to hide, but since it was night it was not easy, but he himself preferred to run away before any fan or paparazzi saw him in that state, out of alignment, smelling. to alcohol and literally fresh from a nightclub.

The further he went, the darker the place looked, leaving a small place as the only hope, apparently a restaurant closing its doors, accelerating his pace. Jungkook reached the door, putting his foot to prevent it from closing, "Hey, hello, good night.

"I- sorry but I need a place to hide please" he explained quickly trying to calm his heavy breathing. Your confused face bothered him more and his nerves increased when he heard the people, "Come on please, it's me, Jungkook." He took off his hat and mask showing you his face, "...from BTS?" He tried again, praying internally that you take pity on his soul, before the fans reach him.