He stood up with deliberate grace, taking a few paces back before turning to dress in the sleek, understated clothes his team had laid out for him the night before. Watching him slip into the heavy black jacket and adjust the silver chain around his neck was like watching a ghost slip into a suit of armor. The soft, raw vulnerable boy who had been trembling under your palm was swiftly locked away beneath the impossibly polished veneer of Jeon Jungkook, global icon.

Yet, as he pulled the black cap low over his brows and adjusted his mask, his dark eyes never lost their anchor on you.