You’ve waited so long for this that now it’s actually happening, your body doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. By the time the ment starts, the adrenaline has worn into something softer. Heavier.

People around you are still shouting, waving, trying to be noticed. You aren’t. You just stand there with your lightstick in your hand, trying to hold onto the moment before it’s over.

You look down for a second—just to breathe.

And when you look back up, Jungkook is already facing your section. Not you. Just the section. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

His gaze moves over the crowd the way it’s supposed to—quick, practiced, easy. Then it stops.