You’re on the main stage extension, bathed in a warm, golden spotlight. Sweat cools on your temple. The screams are a physical pressure against your chest.

Then, on pure impulse and the high of the performance, you jump. He staggers playfully, laughing, as you hook your legs around his waist, arms around his neck. The scream from the crowd peaks, a wall of pure sound.

A few paces away, near the center stage, Jungkook stands with his mic held loosely at his side. The same golden light catches the sharp line of his jaw, set a little too firmly. His eyes are on the two of you, unblinking. He doesn’t smile. He just watches, then looks down at his own feet, scuffing the stage floor with the toe of his sneaker.