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Jungkook leaned back in the leather seat of his sleek black car, eyes scanning over the tablet Jimin handed him. The city lights cast a faint glow inside the vehicle, illuminating Jungkook's sharp features as he reviewed the numbers Jimin had painstakingly organized.
"This quarter's revenue projections are solid," Jimin began, adjusting his glasses as he spoke. "If we push the new partnership with SOLAR Corp, we're likely to see—"
But Jungkook's attention drifted, his gaze lifting to the window. A massive digital billboard lit up the night, bright and dazzling, catching his eye mid-conversation. The screen showcased the new campaign for Alo, a prestigious luxury brand known for its refined elegance and understated charm.
There, on the screen, was the model. Seokjin.
The man's flawless face, sculpted like something from a Renaissance painting, filled the entire display. His eyes held a calm intensity that pierced right through the camera, his slightly parted lips softening his strong features. Alo had chosen him as their ambassador, and for good reason—he exuded a magnetic aura that felt almost surreal.
Jungkook couldn't look away. Seokjin's image shifted, showing him in various poses: a subtle turn of his head, a smoldering look that suggested mystery and allure. Each movement, even though pre-recorded, felt alive and raw. The city lights blurred in the background as Jungkook's focus remained locked on the screen, on Seokjin.
"Mr. Jeon?" Jimin's voice brought him back, a hint of confusion in his tone as he glanced over, noticing his boss's sudden distraction.
Jungkook blinked, forcing his attention back to the interior of the car, though Seokjin's face lingered in his mind. He hadn't seen a model captivate like that in...well, ever. It was as if the man had reached through the screen and demanded his attention.
"Who is that?" Jungkook asked, a rare note of intrigue coloring his usually composed voice.
Jimin followed Jungkook's gaze to the screen just as it transitioned to a different ad. "Oh, that's Kim Seokjin," he replied. "He's been making waves in the fashion industry lately—rose to fame in a flash. Alo's new ambassador, in fact."
"Kim Seokjin," Jungkook murmured, testing the name on his tongue as if it held a strange power. "Interesting."
Jimin looked at him with an eyebrow raised. It wasn't every day that his boss showed interest in someone beyond work. He was known for his disciplined focus, his relentless drive, and his refusal to entertain distractions. But there was something about this Kim Seokjin that had clearly caught Jungkook's eye.
The screen outside changed again, shifting back to Seokjin's ad, as if fate itself was making sure Jungkook didn't forget him.
"Arrange a meeting with Alo," Jungkook said finally, his voice steady, though his eyes lingered on the screen a moment longer. "I want to learn more about this brand."
Jimin gave a slight, knowing smile. "For Alo, sir?"
"For the...opportunity," Jungkook replied, his tone hinting at a curiosity that Jimin hadn't heard from him in a long time.
As the car pulled away from the lights of the billboard, Jungkook settled back in his seat, his mind lingering on Seokjin's face, that gaze, the subtle allure he couldn't shake.
The anticipation had settled into Jungkook's chest like a slow burn. It was unusual for him to feel this way, but Kim Seokjin had piqued his interest in a way no one had before. By the time the meeting was arranged, Jungkook had mentally prepared himself, reminding himself that it was simply a business matter—a potential partnership to consider.
They arranged the meeting at Alo's flagship office, a minimalist yet luxurious space that captured the brand's essence. Jungkook arrived early, dressed impeccably as always, his presence commanding the room even before he spoke a word. The conference room was filled with Alo executives, who waited with baited breath, knowing the opportunity of having Jeon Jungkook's interest was monumental.
Finally, the doors opened, and there he was.
Seokjin walked in with an effortless grace, the kind that only the most refined models possessed. He wore a tailored suit that framed his figure elegantly, and his expression was composed, professional, yet warm. He met Jungkook's gaze, and for a moment, Jungkook felt as if the room faded away, leaving only the two of them.
"Mr. Jeon, it's a pleasure to meet you," Seokjin greeted, his voice smooth and confident, offering his hand.
"Likewise," Jungkook replied, his grip firm, but his heart beating slightly faster than he would have liked. Up close, Seokjin was even more captivating than he'd appeared on the billboard. His eyes held a warmth and intelligence that contrasted with his sharp, almost ethereal beauty.
They settled into their seats, and the meeting began with the usual formalities—the executives presenting Alo's latest campaign details, market strategies, and discussing potential collaboration opportunities. But Jungkook's focus kept drifting back to Seokjin, watching him as he contributed occasional insights, his voice calm and measured, his presence magnetic.
"Kim Seokjin has been pivotal in our brand's recent growth," one of the executives noted, with a gesture toward Seokjin. "He brings a unique appeal that has resonated with a broad demographic."
Jungkook nodded, his gaze shifting fully to Seokjin. "I can see why," he said smoothly, his words carrying a weight that had Seokjin meeting his eyes directly.
Seokjin gave a polite smile, acknowledging the comment but staying focused. "Alo is a brand that values timeless elegance and a sense of mystery," Seokjin said. "I strive to embody those qualities in my work, and I believe it's what has connected with audiences."
Their eyes met again, an unspoken understanding passing between them, a subtle charge in the air that everyone else in the room seemed oblivious to.
As the meeting wrapped up, the executives thanked Jungkook profusely for his time, and Seokjin lingered politely, his expression relaxed but unreadable.
"Mr. Jeon," Seokjin began as the others started to leave, "I hope we've managed to capture your interest."
"Oh, you have," Jungkook replied, a slight smirk on his lips as he looked at Seokjin. He paused before adding, "I'm intrigued by your dedication to the brand and to your craft."
Seokjin inclined his head in gratitude, his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary. "Thank you. It's rare to find someone who sees beyond the surface of this industry."
Jungkook noted the words, the subtle challenge they carried. "I believe there's always more beneath the surface—especially with people who command attention as effortlessly as you do."
A faint blush rose to Seokjin's cheeks, though his composure never wavered. "Is that so?" he replied, an amused smile playing at his lips.
Jungkook took a step closer, lowering his voice slightly. "I don't say things I don't mean, Seokjin."
Seokjin held his gaze for a beat, a subtle spark dancing in his eyes. "Then I look forward to seeing what you mean, Mr. Jeon."
With a final polite nod, Seokjin excused himself, leaving Jungkook standing alone in the conference room, feeling a thrill he hadn't expected. This was only the beginning, but he could already tell—chasing Kim Seokjin would be a challenge worth every effort.
The night of the show was nothing short of dazzling. The venue was grand, with high ceilings, chandeliers, and an ambiance that felt both luxurious and electric. Designers, celebrities, and press filled the rows, buzzing with anticipation, cameras flashing as they waited for the show to begin.
Jungkook, though not a regular in the fashion scene, had secured a prime seat near the runway. He was dressed in a classic black suit that highlighted his sharp features, exuding an aura of quiet power. As he settled into his seat, he noted the reactions of the crowd around him—people whispering, stealing glances, trying to figure out who the handsome stranger was. But Jungkook's mind was elsewhere, waiting for only one person.
The lights dimmed, and the opening music began to play, a low, haunting melody that reverberated through the space. Models began walking down the runway, each of them graceful, poised, and immaculately styled, but none of them held Jungkook's attention for more than a passing glance. He waited, his heart beating just a bit faster as he anticipated Seokjin's arrival.
Then, he appeared.
Seokjin stepped onto the runway, and the entire room seemed to fall silent. His walk was smooth, confident, and perfectly timed, a blend of elegance and power that made him appear almost otherworldly. The lights hit his face, accentuating the sharpness of his jaw, the depth of his eyes, and that subtle smirk he wore, one that seemed to say he knew the world was watching and he reveled in it.
Jungkook's breath caught. It was one thing to see Seokjin on a screen or in a boardroom, but to witness him like this, in his element, felt almost surreal. Seokjin moved like he owned the runway, his gaze unwavering, his expression unreadable yet captivating. He embodied every quality that had first drawn Jungkook to him—poise, beauty, and a kind of magnetic pull that felt almost intoxicating.
Then, as if sensing Jungkook's presence, Seokjin's eyes shifted. It was a fleeting moment, but he looked directly at Jungkook, their eyes locking for a heartbeat. The connection felt tangible, like a spark that leapt between them, igniting something deeper and more powerful than either of them expected.
Jungkook held his gaze, letting the intensity in his eyes convey what he couldn't say aloud. He wanted Seokjin to know he was there, watching, captivated. And from the subtle shift in Seokjin's expression—a slight raise of his eyebrow, the faintest of smiles—he knew the message had been received.
As Seokjin turned and continued down the runway, Jungkook couldn't help but smile to himself. He could sense that he had Seokjin's attention now, that this chase was no longer one-sided. The game had begun, and Jungkook was determined to see it through, no matter how many runways, meetings, or chance encounters it took.
When the show ended, the applause was thunderous, but Jungkook stayed seated, his gaze following Seokjin even as he disappeared backstage. Tonight had confirmed it—this was only the beginning of a pursuit that had quickly become far more personal than he'd anticipated.
The show had ended, and the crowd was dispersing. Jungkook lingered, glancing around, waiting for the moment when he could catch Seokjin alone. In his hand, he held a single white lily, elegant and understated, much like Seokjin's own presence. Attached to it was a small card with a simple message he'd penned himself.
As the last of the guests filed out, Jungkook made his way backstage. The staff moved in a frenzy, packing up, organizing, and celebrating the night's success. He caught sight of Jimin, who had managed to slip him a hint about where Seokjin might be after the show—a small dressing room toward the back, away from the busier areas.
Jungkook approached, his steps steady yet laced with a rare excitement he couldn't quite shake. When he reached the door, he gave a soft knock. There was a brief pause before it opened, and Seokjin appeared, still in his show attire, his makeup flawless, though a faint sheen of sweat hinted at the effort he'd put into his performance.
Seokjin's eyes widened slightly as he recognized Jungkook, but his expression quickly smoothed into one of polite surprise. "Mr. Jeon," he greeted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I didn't expect to see you backstage."
"I couldn't leave without congratulating the star of the show," Jungkook replied, offering the lily and the note. "You were... mesmerizing."
Seokjin accepted the flower, glancing down at the delicate petals before his eyes shifted to the small card attached. His fingers brushed against it as he read the words written in Jungkook's neat handwriting: To the one who makes the world stop with a single step. Congratulations on a stunning performance.
A small, genuine smile touched Seokjin's lips, a rare softness breaking through his composed exterior. "Thank you," he murmured, his gaze lifting back to Jungkook. "You have a way with words, Mr. Jeon. And a good taste in flowers."
Jungkook chuckled, his confidence unwavering yet slightly softened by Seokjin's reaction. "I know what I like," he replied, his tone laced with a subtle meaning that didn't go unnoticed by Seokjin.
For a moment, they stood there in comfortable silence, the rest of the bustling backstage world seeming to fade into the background. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a quiet acknowledgment of the attraction simmering beneath the surface.
"Perhaps..." Seokjin began, breaking the silence with a contemplative smile, "I should be thanking you, too. After all, you've been supportive of Alo and, it seems, of me."
Jungkook shrugged, his gaze never leaving Seokjin's. "I believe in supporting talent where it truly deserves recognition."
Seokjin held his gaze, his eyes reflecting a hint of intrigue. "Is that all I am to you, Mr. Jeon? Talent?"
The question hung in the air, a playful challenge, daring Jungkook to reveal more than he'd intended. Jungkook leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as he replied, "If I answered that honestly, Seokjin, you might think me too forward."
Seokjin's smile widened, a mix of amusement and subtle invitation in his expression. "Then perhaps I'll have to give you a reason to answer honestly next time."
Jungkook's lips curved into a smirk. "I look forward to it."
As he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder, letting his gaze linger on Seokjin one last time. The model's expression remained calm, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that promised this was far from over.
With the flower in hand and the note tucked safely in his pocket, Seokjin watched Jungkook disappear into the crowd, knowing this was just the beginning of an unspoken promise between them—a dance neither seemed ready to end.
The first encounter happened a few days after the show. Seokjin had slipped into a quiet art gallery, a sanctuary where he could find some solitude away from the spotlight. He strolled between the paintings, his eyes softening as he took in the colors, letting the calm of the gallery wash over him.
But then he felt a familiar presence.
When he looked up, there he was—Jeon Jungkook, standing near a painting just a few feet away, his hands tucked into his pockets. He seemed focused, his gaze fixed on the art with a thoughtful expression, but there was an unmistakable awareness in his posture, as if he knew Seokjin had spotted him.
"Mr. Jeon," Seokjin greeted, his voice polite yet laced with a hint of amusement. "Are you here for the exhibit?"
Jungkook turned, his eyes lighting up as he met Seokjin's gaze. "Seokjin," he replied smoothly. "Yes, I've heard good things about this gallery."
Seokjin raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really? I wouldn't have guessed you were an art enthusiast."
"There's a lot you might not guess about me," Jungkook replied, a playful gleam in his eyes. He took a step closer, his gaze flicking to the painting Seokjin had been admiring. "And what about you? What brings you here?"
Seokjin shrugged, crossing his arms as he regarded Jungkook. "Sometimes it's nice to be somewhere quiet, away from all the noise."
Jungkook nodded, understanding the unspoken weight behind Seokjin's words. They stood there for a moment, side by side, both looking at the painting but acutely aware of each other's presence. Finally, Seokjin turned to him, a hint of curiosity in his gaze.
"Are you planning to make this a habit?" he asked, his tone light, though his eyes searched Jungkook's face for an answer.
Jungkook smiled, holding his gaze. "What if I am?"
Seokjin felt his heart skip, but he maintained his composure. "Then I suppose I'll have to get used to it."
A week later, it happened again. This time, Seokjin was at a sophisticated lounge downtown, an intimate place where he could sip a quiet drink without the fuss of paparazzi or fans. As he leaned back in his seat, savoring a rare moment of peace, he caught a glimpse of someone familiar entering the lounge.
Jungkook.
Their eyes met across the room, and Seokjin couldn't help but smile at the timing, as if they were playing a game neither of them fully acknowledged. Jungkook approached, greeting Seokjin with a nod before ordering a drink and taking the seat beside him.
"Seokjin," Jungkook began, his voice casual but unmistakably warm. "It seems we have similar tastes."
"Perhaps," Seokjin replied, a glint of mischief in his gaze. "Or perhaps you're just very good at finding me."
Jungkook chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Can't a man enjoy his city without suspicion?"
Seokjin gave him a look, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "That depends on the man."
Their conversation flowed easily, blending humor and gentle flirtation, each exchange drawing them a little closer. Seokjin found himself laughing more freely than he had in a long time, his usual guarded demeanor softening in Jungkook's presence.
When they finally parted ways, Seokjin left with a lingering smile and a flutter of anticipation he couldn't quite shake. It felt like Jungkook was slowly weaving himself into his life, each encounter deliberate, like pieces in a carefully crafted puzzle.
Over the next few weeks, these "coincidental" encounters continued. They ran into each other at an upscale coffee shop, at an exclusive charity event, and even at a quiet bookstore tucked away from the city's hustle. Each time, the conversation grew a little more personal, the glances lingering a little longer, and the anticipation building just a little more.
It was during one of these encounters—at a quiet rooftop bar overlooking the city—that Jungkook finally made his intentions known. They stood side by side, the city lights twinkling below, casting a soft glow around them.
"Seokjin," Jungkook began, his voice quiet but resolute, "I won't pretend these encounters are purely coincidental."
Seokjin turned to face him, a small, knowing smile on his lips. "I didn't think they were," he replied, his gaze soft yet challenging.
Jungkook took a step closer, his eyes holding Seokjin's. "I'm not just here for the view. I'm here because I want to be near you."
Seokjin's breath caught, his heart pounding at Jungkook's honesty. "Then maybe you should stop hiding behind coincidences and just ask," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Would you have dinner with me, Seokjin? No crowds, no cameras—just the two of us."
Seokjin held his gaze, his heart racing as he weighed his answer, though he already knew the answer he wanted to give. "I'd like that, Jungkook."
The evening of their first real dinner together arrived, and Jungkook had arranged for something intimate yet elegant—a private dining room in an upscale restaurant with a panoramic view of the city skyline. The room was softly lit by candlelight, casting a warm glow over the table set with simple yet refined dishes. It was private, secluded from the usual noise, just as he knew Seokjin would appreciate.
Seokjin arrived right on time, dressed in a tailored black suit that made him look both sophisticated and effortlessly stunning. When he entered the room, Jungkook couldn't help but feel his breath hitch for a moment. It was one thing to see Seokjin on billboards or the runway, but here, under the soft lighting with the world outside, he seemed almost otherworldly.
"Mr. Jeon," Seokjin greeted, his lips curling into a small smile, his voice teasing. "Quite the setting you've arranged. Are we still talking business?"
Jungkook chuckled, gesturing for him to sit. "I thought we could take a break from that. Tonight, it's just Jungkook and Seokjin."
Seokjin took the seat across from him, a flicker of curiosity in his gaze. He was used to people wanting something from him—part of his life as a model had been learning to navigate admiration that often came with expectations. But with Jungkook, there was something different. A sincerity, almost, in his attention, as if he wanted to know him without a hint of pretense.
The waiter brought out the first course, a delicate arrangement of dishes that were as beautiful as they were enticing. They exchanged small talk at first, easing into the evening with lighthearted conversation about favorite foods, travel memories, and small quirks that made each of them laugh. Seokjin quickly realized that Jungkook wasn't just confident; he was also surprisingly witty, his humor dry but refreshing.
Halfway through the main course, the conversation took a more personal turn.
"You're one of the few people who can actually pull off being in the spotlight and make it look easy," Jungkook said, his tone softer, almost admiring. "Do you ever find it... overwhelming?"
Seokjin paused, his fork poised in mid-air, and then set it down, leaning back slightly as he considered Jungkook's question. "Overwhelming isn't quite the word," he replied thoughtfully. "It's more... isolating, sometimes. Everyone sees a version of you, but very few know who you really are."
Jungkook nodded, his gaze steady and understanding. "I can relate to that. Everyone sees the CEO, but few bother to see the person underneath."
Seokjin looked at him, his eyes softening. "And who is that person, Jeon Jungkook?"
The question hung between them, and for a moment, Jungkook looked away, his gaze drifting to the city lights before returning to Seokjin. "Someone who's spent a lot of time building walls," he admitted, a trace of vulnerability in his voice. "But lately, I've been wanting to let those walls down."
"Why now?" Seokjin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching Jungkook's face.
Jungkook held his gaze, his expression open and sincere. "Because I met someone who makes me want to be seen for who I am, not just what I am."
Seokjin's heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening at the intensity in Jungkook's gaze. He felt the words settle in his chest, warming something deep inside him that had been untouched for a long time.
"Seokjin," Jungkook continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "I didn't pursue this meeting because I wanted a partnership with Alo. I came because I wanted to know you."
Seokjin took a breath, his guard slipping as he allowed himself to absorb the honesty in Jungkook's words. He felt an unexpected vulnerability, but he found himself willing to embrace it, drawn in by Jungkook's genuine interest, his quiet determination.
"Then you should know," Seokjin replied softly, his voice tinged with a rare sincerity, "I'm not always what I seem to be, either. People see what they want to see in me. But I... I want to be seen, too."
The silence that followed was filled with a quiet understanding, a shared acknowledgment that each of them carried more beneath the surface than the world around them knew. Jungkook reached across the table, his hand resting lightly on Seokjin's, his touch gentle yet grounding.
"Then let's see each other," Jungkook murmured, his eyes never leaving Seokjin's. "No expectations. Just us."
Seokjin felt a smile tug at his lips, a sense of warmth spreading through him as he met Jungkook's gaze. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice soft but resolute.
They lingered over dessert, the conversation flowing easily, laughter and smiles exchanged as barriers fell away, revealing glimpses of the people they were behind their public personas. When the evening finally came to an end, Seokjin felt a quiet thrill, a newfound anticipation that left him wanting to know more, to see where this path with Jungkook might lead.
As they parted outside the restaurant, Jungkook reached for Seokjin's hand, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. "This was a perfect evening," he said, his voice warm and genuine.
Seokjin nodded, his smile soft, his gaze lingering on Jungkook. "Thank you for... seeing me, Jungkook."
With that, they shared a final glance, a silent promise between them. This was only the beginning, but for the first time in a long time, Seokjin felt that he wasn't alone on his path—that someone saw him, truly saw him, and he was ready to take that chance.
A month later, the media world was buzzing with a tantalizing new story—Seokjin, the model with a reputation for keeping his private life under wraps, was spotted with none other than Jeon Jungkook, a multi-millionaire businessman known for his discretion and impeccable charm. Rumors had been simmering for weeks, fueled by glimpses and whispers, but the evidence was now undeniable.
The first photos that ignited the frenzy showed Seokjin and Jungkook leaving an exclusive restaurant late at night. Seokjin's hand rested on Jungkook's arm, their smiles barely hidden as they slipped into a sleek, black car. The shot captured something intimate, a shared look that spoke volumes even if neither of them confirmed anything to the press. The headlines hit the internet that very night: Fashion's Heartthrob and Business Mogul: Are Seokjin and Jungkook the New Power Couple?
Paparazzi were relentless from that moment on. They followed the two through the city, hoping to capture their next move. And Seokjin and Jungkook, aware of the attention, maintained a subtle, knowing composure. They kept things discreet, but there was a spark between them that the camera couldn't ignore, a chemistry that drew eyes no matter how carefully they tried to keep things private.
Photos surfaced of them attending a private charity event, Seokjin looking flawless in a fitted tuxedo, with Jungkook beside him in a classic black suit. They didn't pose together officially, but a paparazzi shot caught them standing in a quiet corner, Jungkook leaning in to say something that made Seokjin laugh—a rare, genuine laugh that caught the public's attention. The chemistry between them was unmistakable, a quiet intensity that left people wondering just how close they had become.
The media dug deeper, pulling out every connection, every business meeting, every "coincidental" sighting. They were spotted together in the back seat of Jungkook's car after a private dinner, Seokjin's head leaning back against the seat, a small, contented smile playing on his lips as Jungkook sat beside him, a hand resting casually between them. That shot alone became iconic, a snapshot of their undeniable connection that swept across headlines and social media.
"Seokjin and Jungkook spotted again! Fashion's rising star and business mogul caught together—are they dating?" screamed the tabloids. The speculation grew as fans and the public alike dissected every image, every gesture, every hint of a smile.
But neither Seokjin nor Jungkook gave the media what they wanted—no official statements, no confirmations, no denials. They simply let the world watch and wonder.
Behind closed doors, though, their relationship had become something steady, something they both valued deeply. In private, Jungkook was attentive, thoughtful, always finding ways to show Seokjin he cared beyond the surface. And Seokjin, who'd always been wary of letting someone in, found himself drawn in by Jungkook's honesty, his warmth, his willingness to simply be there.
One night, as they relaxed in Jungkook's penthouse with a view overlooking the city, Seokjin glanced over at him, a soft smile playing at his lips.
"You know," Seokjin murmured, his voice light, "we're quite the spectacle these days."
Jungkook chuckled, reaching over to take Seokjin's hand in his. "I think we make a good team," he replied, giving Seokjin's hand a gentle squeeze. "Let them watch."
Seokjin raised an eyebrow, amused. "Doesn't it bother you, all the attention?"
Jungkook shrugged, his gaze warm and steady. "As long as you're by my side, I don't mind."
Seokjin felt his heart flutter, the quiet sincerity in Jungkook's words wrapping around him like a promise. For the first time, he felt like he was part of something real, something he didn't have to hide or protect. With Jungkook, he could just be himself, and that was a luxury he hadn't experienced in a long time.
And as they sat there, hand in hand, watching the city lights twinkle below, Seokjin felt a sense of contentment settle in—a feeling that no paparazzi shot or tabloid rumor could ever capture.
The media buzz had reached a fever pitch when Seokjin accepted an invitation to appear on one of the most-watched talk shows in the country. Fans, fashion enthusiasts, and curious onlookers alike eagerly tuned in, hoping to catch a glimpse into the life of the model who had captivated not only the fashion world but also the attention of the mysterious Jeon Jungkook.
The host, a charismatic woman known for her ability to ask the questions everyone wanted answers to, wasted no time diving into Seokjin's life. They spoke about his rise to fame, his passion for modeling, and his experiences on the runway. Seokjin answered with his usual grace and charm, earning laughs and smiles from the audience as he shared anecdotes from his early career.
Then, after a well-timed pause, the host leaned in, a knowing gleam in her eyes. "Seokjin, I'd be remiss not to ask you about the rumors that have been flying around lately," she said, her tone light yet filled with anticipation. "The world wants to know—what's going on between you and Jeon Jungkook?"
Seokjin's cheeks flushed slightly, but he met her gaze, a small smile playing at his lips. He took a breath, as if considering his words carefully. "Jungkook is... well, he's more than just a rumor."
The crowd gasped, a ripple of excitement washing over the audience as they sensed that Seokjin was about to share something big. The host's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"So, does that mean...?" she trailed off, giving him space to fill in the blanks.
Seokjin smiled, his gaze softening as he thought of Jungkook. "Yes," he replied, his voice calm but filled with unmistakable affection. "Jungkook and I are together. It's been an incredible journey, and I'm lucky to have him by my side."
The audience erupted into applause, some people cheering, others whispering excitedly among themselves. But Seokjin wasn't done. As the applause died down, he reached into his pocket, pulling out something that caught the light—a ring.
The audience gasped, the cameras zooming in on the ring in Seokjin's hand, the small diamonds glimmering under the stage lights.
Seokjin glanced at the ring before meeting the host's stunned gaze. "Jungkook asked me to marry him," he said, his voice filled with quiet happiness. "And I said yes."
The crowd's reaction was explosive, a mix of applause, cheers, and gasps. The host looked utterly speechless, her eyes wide as she processed the news. "Seokjin, you're engaged?!"
Seokjin chuckled, looking down at the ring with a gentle smile. "Yes, I am. Jungkook has shown me a love that's patient, genuine, and understanding. It didn't take me long to realize that I wanted to spend my life with him."
The cameras panned to the audience, showing faces full of admiration and excitement. This was more than just a celebrity romance—it was a story of two people finding each other in the most unexpected way, and it was clear from Seokjin's expression that his feelings were real.
The host, finally regaining her composure, placed a hand over her heart, looking at Seokjin with genuine warmth. "Seokjin, that's absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing this moment with us. I think I speak for everyone when I say we wish you and Jungkook all the happiness in the world."
The segment ended with Seokjin beaming, visibly moved by the audience's support and excitement. As the cameras faded to commercial, Seokjin let out a relieved breath, feeling lighter than he ever had. The world now knew the truth, and he felt an immense sense of joy knowing he could finally celebrate his relationship with Jungkook openly.
Backstage, he felt his phone buzz with a message. He opened it to find a text from Jungkook:
Jungkook: I saw the broadcast. You looked incredible, fiancé.
Seokjin smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. For once, he didn't care about the world watching. He had found something worth cherishing, and he was ready to embrace it—ring and all.
Seokjin and Jungkook's wedding was the event of the year, an intimate yet elegant affair held at a stunning seaside villa under a twilight sky. The guest list included family, close friends, and a select few from the fashion and business worlds who had seen the two grow together. Seokjin wore a tailored suit that complemented Jungkook's perfectly, their matching wedding bands gleaming as they exchanged vows that were as heartfelt as they were timeless. It was a day filled with laughter, love, and a quiet, powerful joy that reflected the journey they'd taken to get there.
From that day forward, they became inseparable, a power couple whose presence was felt across every corner of the city. They supported each other at every turn, whether it was Seokjin's latest runway show or Jungkook's high-stakes business deals. Together, they seemed unstoppable, their chemistry only growing as they shared both their professional and personal lives.
At formal events, they arrived side by side, always impeccably dressed, embodying elegance and sophistication. The media adored them, dubbing them "the perfect couple" as photos of them together circulated, showing Jungkook's subtle but constant protective stance, always guiding Seokjin through crowds with a gentle hand on his back. They were often spotted exchanging smiles and soft touches, their affection visible but tasteful, a quiet intimacy that set them apart.
Seokjin's career blossomed further, now with Jungkook as his steadfast supporter. At fashion shows, premieres, and launch events, he became an icon of beauty and grace, his confidence soaring as he felt Jungkook's unwavering presence by his side. He was no longer just the model adored for his looks—he was admired for his grounded nature, his artistry, and his relationship with a man who respected and cherished him.
Jungkook's business empire grew as well, his innovative ideas flourishing with Seokjin's support. In press conferences and business gatherings, Seokjin was often spotted in the crowd, offering a small nod or smile that gave Jungkook the encouragement he needed. The world noticed how Jungkook's normally intense, guarded demeanor softened when he was around Seokjin. His once-hidden charm shone, his warmth and openness revealing the man behind the CEO title.
They became icons not only of success but of genuine love and partnership. Every snapshot of them, whether at a gala or casually strolling through the city on a rare day off, radiated a sense of contentment and mutual respect. Fans and admirers couldn't help but feel inspired by the way Seokjin and Jungkook supported each other in every endeavor, their love shining brightly even amid the constant media attention.
Years passed, and their bond only grew stronger. Seokjin and Jungkook continued to be each other's constant—a perfect blend of strength, grace, ambition, and warmth. They built a life together that was both glamorous and grounded, sharing quiet moments at home away from the spotlight, finding joy in simply being together.
The world saw them as the perfect couple, and, in their private moments, they felt it too. They had found in each other a partner, a confidant, and a love that was both timeless and true. Together, they walked through life, hand in hand, a perfect match destined to shine as brightly as the stars that first brought them together.