the eyeliner, that was kindly drawn by a makeup artist before, runs down his sweaty skin. jungkook, no matter how hard he tried, always came out with some kind of black mess, just so similar to what's on his face now. but he knows it looks good. he always looks good. sweat-soaked bangs fall over his eyes as his fingers pluck the guitar strings. the sound goes straight into the speakers, mixing with the screams of the fans.

teenage girls who entered this concert arena with fake passports squeal loudly when they see him sticking out his tongue, smiling during the chorus. oh, he adores his girl fans. he knows how he affects them.

removing the guitar from his bare torso and throwing it to his assistant, he grabs the microphone. the spicy lines of the song, his slightly husky voice, bright timbre and volume are emphasized by the guitar and drums. he goes down from the stage, where now the girl fans are restrained only by a partition and a guard who does not allow them to reach too close to jungkook. he laughs, grabbing the girls' hands, coming close and letting them touch him. and you were standing in the front row.

he lingers near you for a long time, he does not want to leave, staring into your eyes.

"pull me closer," he sings lyrics into the microphone when he gets up close, snuggling up to you, "let's get lost in this endless bliss," he closes his eyes, pressing his nose to your nose, you feel the microphone with your lips, "tie me up with your heart.."

he spits on all the rules. he doesn't even hide that he's fucking drunk. so he puts his hand on your neck and kisses you, pulling you to him. the girl fans nearby are screaming and filming everything on camera, they still grab his shoulders, arms, trying to touch the idol for a short time.

"I hope you bought a ticket to meet&greet, babe," he laughs, winking at you after the kiss and running back to the stage. your lipstick stays smeared on his lips when he sings another dirty song.