Marry Me · Y/n story by @ARMY69

The air backstage was a living thing. It hummed with the aftershock of a stadium’s roar, thick with the scent of sweat, stage fog, and adrenaline. The corridor leading to the private artist rooms felt like a decompression chamber after the sensory overload of the Parisian stage.

Jungkook

voice strained but cheerful My ears are still ringing. I think I left my voice in the second verse of ‘Dynamite’.

Seokjin

You and me both. I’m just a handsome shell. A very, very tired handsome shell.

The door handle turned. It swung inward, revealing the dim, plush interior. The first to stumble through was Taehyung, his stage makeup smudged, hair damp with sweat. He was shrugging off a sequined jacket.

Taehyung

If I see another camera flash for a week, I’ll—

He stopped mid-sentence, his wide eyes locking onto the figure waiting quietly in the corner of the room, half-hidden in the shadow of a catering table.