The stadium was alive, buzzing with anticipation. Every seat in the massive arena was filled, and the crowd seemed to pulse as one, a wave of humanity illuminated by thousands of glowing lightsticks. The colors danced and shifted, painting the darkened space in hues of purple and silver. Signs bearing heartfelt messages and declarations of love waved in the air, their words lost in the deafening chant that echoed through the space:

“Jungkook! Jungkook!”

Backstage, Jungkook stood before a large mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his sleek black suit. The silver embroidery caught the light as he moved, reflecting his meticulous attention to detail. His stylist fussed over his hair, ensuring every strand was perfect. Despite the commotion around him, Jungkook remained calm, his focus unwavering.

“You ready, JK?”

his Song Hyun asked, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook turned and smiled, the kind that reached his eyes.

“Always.”

The lights dimmed, and the arena erupted into chaos, the cheers and screams rising to an almost deafening pitch. A low hum reverberated through the air as the opening notes of his first song played. Jungkook took a deep breath and stepped forward, the roar of the crowd washing over him like a tidal wave.

As the spotlight found him, the audience's energy surged. He stood tall, microphone in hand, his figure framed by the glowing LED screens behind him. The band struck the opening chords of “Could You Please Don’t change”, and the stadium fell into an expectant hush.

Jungkook’s voice broke the silence, smooth and melodic, yet carrying an undercurrent of raw emotion.

Lights on camera

Fast life stamina

Nowhere to hide on a satellite

Life on camera

Even if your stars align and you're light years away

I'll be the same, I'll be the same

Tell me if my stars align and I'm light years away

Will you do the same?

Could you, could you please

Please, don't change

Please, please, don't change

'Cause I love you, yeah, I love you

Oh, I love you, love the way you are

Please, please don't change

The words seemed to float through the air, wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace. Jungkook moved across the stage with effortless grace, every gesture and movement perfectly timed to the beat of the music. His voice rose and fell, carrying the emotions of the song as if they were his own.

Fans screamed and sang along, their voices merging into a harmonious echo of his own. Lightsticks waved in perfect synchronization, creating a sea of shimmering stars that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile. This was why he worked so hard, why he poured every ounce of himself into his craft. These moments were a reminder of how far he had come—from a young boy with a dream to a global icon standing before thousands.

He reached the chorus, his voice soaring with an intensity that made the crowd erupt in cheers. His hand extended toward the audience, and they reached back, as if hoping to bridge the impossible distance between them.

As the song ended, Jungkook paused, letting the final note linger in the air. The silence that followed was electric, heavy with awe and admiration. Then, like a wave crashing onto the shore, the applause broke out. The stadium shook with the force of it, the audience’s adoration pouring out in waves.

Jungkook stood there, taking it all in. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart pounding not from exertion, but from the sheer magnitude of the moment.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling within him.

“You’re the reason I’m here, and I’ll never stop giving you my all.”

The crowd roared their approval, their love for him palpable.

For Jungkook, this was everything. The hard work, the sleepless nights, the endless rehearsals—it was all worth it for moments like these. When he stood on that stage, he wasn’t just an idol. He was a vessel for the dreams, hopes, and emotions of the millions who supported him.

As the next song began, Jungkook moved seamlessly into the performance, his focus sharp and his energy boundless. The crowd danced, sang, and laughed with him, their connection unbreakable.

Tonight, he wasn’t just a star. He was theirs.

Removing his earpiece, he stepped toward the microphone stand one last time. His voice was hoarse yet steady as he spoke. 

“Thank you so much for tonight,”

he began, his tone filled with warmth and sincerity.

“I wouldn’t be here without you—each and every one of you. Your love, your energy, and your support mean the world to me. You’ve made this night unforgettable, and I’ll carry this moment with me forever.” 

The audience erupted again, some cheering, others crying, their love for him palpable in every sound. 

“Take care of yourselves,”

Jungkook continued, his voice softening.

“Stay healthy, stay happy, and keep chasing your dreams. I’ll keep doing my best for you. I promise.” 

With a final wave, he stepped back as the lights dimmed, signaling the end of the show. The stage slowly descended into darkness as the crowd’s chant echoed through the arena, their voices following him even as he disappeared from sight. 

The moment Jungkook stepped backstage, his team sprang into action. His stylist rushed forward, helping him out of his sweat-drenched jacket, while another assistant handed him a towel. The cool air of the dressing area hit his heated skin, making him shiver slightly as he wiped the sweat from his face and neck. 

“Great job out there, JK!”

his Song Hyun Song Hyun  said, clapping him on the back. 

“Thanks,” Jungkook replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his exhaustion evident. 

He sank into the plush chair positioned in front of the makeup mirror, his reflection staring back at him. His black hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his skin glistened under the dressing room lights. 

“Here, drink this,”

one of his assistants said, handing him a chilled bottle of energy drink. Jungkook took it gratefully, the cold liquid soothing his parched throat. 

His stylist crouched in front of him, unlacing his boots as he leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. His chest rose and fell steadily, his body finally feeling the weight of the hours-long performance. 

“Towel,” someone called, tossing it to another assistant, who began dabbing the sweat off his arms and shoulders. 

Jungkook remained still, allowing them to fuss over him. He knew they meant well, and truthfully, he didn’t have the energy to protest. 

“Your vocals were insane tonight,”

one of the crew members said, trying to lift his spirits. 

Jungkook opened his eyes and offered a tired smile.

“Thanks. It felt good out there.” 

As they continued to tend to him, he sipped his drink, letting the cold seep into his body. The room buzzed with chatter, but Jungkook’s mind was quiet, replaying the concert in his head. 

He thought of the crowd, their cheers, their smiles, their unrelenting energy. It was moments like these that made all the hard work, the sacrifices, and the exhaustion worth it. 

“Schedule for tomorrow?” he asked, his voice low but clear. 

“You’ve got a rest day, finally,” his Song Hyun replied with a grin. 

Jungkook let out a small laugh, the kind that came from relief.

“Good. I need it.” 

With his team still bustling around him, Jungkook leaned back in his chair, letting the post-show fatigue wash over him. The stage might have been his battlefield, but this—the chaos, the care, the quiet moments in between—was his sanctuary. 

As Jungkook sat in the chair, sipping the last of his energy drink, his Song Hyun approached him, holding out a sleek black phone. 

“Here,”

the Song Hyun said with a knowing smile.

“You’ve got about a hundred missed calls and messages. Everyone’s been trying to reach you.” 

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and set the empty bottle aside, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before taking the phone. 

“Who?” he asked, scrolling through the notifications that seemed endless. 

“Everyone,” his Song Hyun replied with a chuckle.

“Your parents, your hyungs, even the company executives. Everyone’s been calling to congratulate you on your 100 th performance.” 

Jungkook’s tired eyes softened as he saw his parents’ names pop up at the top of the missed calls. A faint smile tugged at his lips. 

“I’ll call them back first,” he murmured, mostly to himself. 

The screen glowed brightly in his hand, illuminating his slightly flushed face. Messages poured in, each one a testament to the love and pride the people in his life felt for him. His hyungs had sent voice notes, their playful tones barely masking their admiration. His parents had left texts urging him to rest and eat well, their care evident in every word. 

“Take your time,” his Song Hyun said, patting him on the shoulder. “You deserve this.” 

Jungkook nodded, the weight of the phone in his hand feeling oddly comforting. The cheers of the fans were still ringing in his ears, but this—his family, his friends—grounded him in a way nothing else could. 

After few hours

Jungkook stepped out of the backstage area, his team flanking him as a small group of bodyguards moved ahead, clearing a path through the lingering crowd of staff and a few lucky fans. The crisp night air hit his face, a stark contrast to the humid heat of the stage lights. His shoulders sagged slightly, exhaustion settling into his bones as he walked towards the sleek black SUV waiting at the curb. 

Flashes from nearby cameras flickered briefly, the faint buzz of murmured admiration following his every move. Jungkook remained composed, offering a small nod to those around him, though his gaze was distant. His Song Hyun held the door open for him, gesturing for him to step inside. 

“Let’s go,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and thick with fatigue. 

Once inside, the plush leather seat cradled him as he sank into its comfort. His Song Hyun slid into the seat beside him, shutting the door firmly behind them. The vehicle began to move, and the faint hum of the engine filled the air. 

“So,”  Song Hyun said after a moment, glancing at Jungkook,

“what are your plans for tomorrow?” 

Jungkook leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes briefly.

“As for now, I just want to sleep. A long, uninterrupted twelve hours of sleep,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of dry humor. 

Song Hyun chuckled softly, understanding the weight behind those words. He’d been with Jungkook since the early days—since the wide doe -eyed , coconut head bunny smile teenager with boundless energy transformed into the polished global star sitting beside him now. He had seen every sacrifice, every hour of grueling rehearsals, every sleepless night spent perfecting a performance. 

“You deserve it,” Song Hyun said, his tone warm but tinged with pride. “You’ve been pushing yourself so hard, as always. No one works like you do, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook hummed in response, his lips curving into a faint smile. But his body betrayed his exhaustion, his breaths slowing as his head tilted slightly to the side. 

Within moments, he was drifting off, the tension in his frame melting away as sleep claimed him. His Song Hyun glanced at him, the soft rise and fall of his chest a testament to how utterly spent he was. 

The car continued its journey through the quiet city streets, the soft glow of streetlights casting fleeting shadows inside the vehicle. For now, the world could wait. Jungkook needed this rest more than anything else.

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Jungkook woke up to the soft hum of his phone buzzing on the bedside table. Blinking against the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, he reached for it groggily, a faint smile tugging at his lips when he remembered his decision. No schedules, no pressure—just family time. 

Living in Seoul had its perks, but it also meant being far from the warm familiarity of home. His work demanded most of his time, but whenever he got a rare break, Busan always called to him. Today was one of those rare occasions. 

By the time evening rolled around, Jungkook found himself in a car once again, this time heading towards the neighborhood where he’d grown up. The winding streets and familiar landmarks tugged at his heartstrings. Nostalgia washed over him as the car slowed in front of his family home. 

Stepping out, he noticed the house was darker than usual. The porch lights were off, and the windows were dim. For a moment, he frowned, wondering if something was wrong. 

“Mom?” he called softly as he pushed the door open. 

The room was pitch black. He stepped inside cautiously, his brow furrowed. Just as he was about to call out again, a burst of light illuminated the living room, and a chorus of voices shouted,

**“Surprise!”** 

Jungkook froze in place, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. The room was decked out with streamers and balloons, and a banner that read,

**“Welcome Home, Jungkook!”** hung above the fireplace. His parents stood at the center, their faces glowing with joy, and surrounding them were a handful of familiar faces that made his heart swell—his cousins, aunts, and uncles, and most importantly, his beloved hyungs. 

“Jungkookie!” His mom was the first to approach him, wrapping him in a tight hug. The warmth of her embrace was enough to melt away any lingering fatigue. 

“Mom,” he said, his voice soft but filled with affection. 

His father joined next, patting his shoulder proudly.

“My star! Look how thin you become! I thought you would come like last time “

Jungkook chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, it’s been hectic, but I couldn’t stay away for too long.” 

The hyungs who had been like older brothers to him since childhood stepped forward, each taking turns to pull him into bear hugs and playful headlocks. 

**Kim Seokjin** was the first to approach Jungkook. With his broad shoulders and a face that seemed sculpted by the gods, Jin was an undeniable star. Known as one of the top actors in the country, his presence commanded respect and adoration. Yet, as he stood before Jungkook, there was nothing but playfulness in his demeanor. 

“Well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!”

Jin teased, feigning a dramatic bow. “The nation’s favorite golden boy.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin.

“Hyung, you’re more famous than me. I saw your billboard on my way here. Half of Busan is probably in love with you.” 

Jin smirked, flicking his hair.

“What can I say? Handsome runs in the family.” 

Min Yoongi**,, let out a low chuckle. He was quieter but no less impactful. A legendary producer in the industry, his name was synonymous with hit songs. Dressed in his usual understated style, he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. 

“Don’t let him fool you, Jungkook,”

Yoongi said with a smirk.

“He cries whenever he doesn’t get enough screen time.” 

“Yah! Yoongiaaaa!” Jin retaliated, throwing a cushion at him. 

Yoongi dodged effortlessly and turned to Jungkook.

“How’s life, kid? Still dancing around the stage like your life depends on it?” 

Jungkook laughed. “Pretty much, hyung. You should come to one of my concerts.” 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather be in my studio. But sure, I’ll think about it.” 

Before Jungkook could respond, Jung Hoseok**—Hobi—bounded forward, his energy lighting up the room. The nation’s most celebrated choreographer, Hoseok’s passion for dance was as infectious as his smile. 

“Jungkookie!”

Hobi exclaimed, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“You’ve gotten even better at performing, haven’t you? You’re making me look bad!” 

“Hyung, no one can dance like you,” Jungkook said sincerely. 

Hobi pulled back, grinning. “Good answer. You’ll always be my favorite student.” 

From behind Hobi, Kim Namjoon , brother of jin stepped forward, his presence calm and grounded. As the CEO of a successful company, Namjoon exuded intelligence and leadership. His glasses perched on his nose gave him an academic air, but his dimpled smile softened the effect. 

“Jungkook, you’ve been working too hard,”

Namjoon said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You should take breaks more often. You don’t want to burn out.” 

Jungkook nodded.

“I know, hyung. That’s why I’m here.” 

Namjoon smiled approvingly.

“Good. But don’t think I won’t lecture you if I see you slacking.” 

Beside him stood Kim Taehyung youngest amongst kim brothers and the family’s artistic soul. With his striking features and soulful eyes, Taehyung had carved out a niche as a sculptor, pouring his emotions into his art. 

“Jungkook-ah,”

Taehyung said, his deep voice tinged with affection.

“Do you know how many fans of mine ask if we’re friends? They want me to pass on their love letters to you.” 

Jungkook chuckled. “Tell them I’m grateful, but they should support your art instead.” 

Taehyung smirked.

“I’ll tell them you said that. Watch your fanbase grow even bigger.” 

Finally, **Park Jimin** approached, his smaller frame and warm smile belied by his sharp wit. A gynecologist by profession, Jimin was a healer in every sense of the word. Despite being older than Jungkook, his youthful energy made them seem like peers. 

“Still trying to look taller, Jimini?” Jungkook teased, standing on his toes mockingly. 

“ Don't forget I'm older than you"

Jimin shot back

" But still I'm tall”

Jimin gasped dramatically, clutching his chest.

“How dare you talk to me me like this?” 

The room erupted into laughter, and Jin stepped in to break up the mock fight.

“Alright, you two. Save the banter for later. Let’s eat!” 

---

The family gathered around the dinner table, the air filled with the aroma of homemade dishes prepared lovingly by Jungkook’s mother. The clinking of utensils and the hum of conversation created a cozy atmosphere. 

As the dinner progressed, the familiar sparks of playful banter ignited between Yoongi and Jimin, much to everyone’s amusement. 

“Hyung,” Jimin called out, reaching across the table. “Pass me the fish.” 

Suga, ever the king of mischief, raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Do I look like your servant, Park Jimin? Get it yourself.” 

Jimin narrowed his eyes, leaning back in mock indignation

. “Hyung, you’re literally sitting right next to it. Stop being lazy.” 

Suga leaned forward lazily, resting his chin on his hand.

“Lazy? Says the guy who spends half his life looking in the mirror instead of working.” 

Jimin’s jaw dropped.

“Excuse me? At least I look good in the mirror, unlike you who scares the glass every morning.” 

The room burst into laughter, Jin clapping his hands together.

“Oh, he got you there, Yoongi.” 

Suga, unfazed, leaned back in his chair with a sly grin.

“Looking good won’t help you, Jimin-ah, when your height makes you invisible to half the population.” 

Jimin’s eyes widened as he threw down his chopsticks dramatically.

“Yah! Why do you always attack my height?” 

“Because it’s easy,” Suga deadpanned, barely hiding his smirk. 

Namjoon, always the peacekeeper, chuckled and interjected

, “Jimin, you know Yoongi-hyung only teases the ones he loves the most.” 

“Exactly, it's a lie ”

Suga added, feigning innocence.

“It’s all because I hate you , short stack.” 

“Short stack?!”

Jimin nearly leaped out of his seat, glaring at Suga

. “Hyung, I swear one day I’m going to—” 

“You’re going to need a ladder to reach me first,”

Suga cut in smoothly, sending Jin into a fit of laughter so loud it nearly drowned out Jimin’s protests. 

Hobi was clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face as he gasped for air.

“Hyung! You’re killing me—stop!” 

Even Taehyung, who often stayed quiet during their banter, chuckled as he leaned toward Jungkook.

“It’s always the same with them. Yoongi-hyung pokes the bear, “It’s always the same with them. Yoongi-hyung pokes the bear, and Jimin takes the bait every time.” 

Jungkook nodded, his own grin stretching wide.

“Hyung’s got a special talent for driving Jimin-hyung crazy.” 

Meanwhile, Jin shook his head fondly, pretending to scold them.

“Yah, can we eat without someone starting World War III at the dinner table?” 

Jimin crossed his arms, glaring at Suga.

“Fine. I’ll let it go this time. But only because I don’t want to ruin the food.” 

“Sure,” Suga said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “You keep telling yourself that.” 

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, soaking in the laughter and the chaotic energy that only his family could bring. Watching his hyungs bicker, tease, and laugh felt like home in every sense of the word. 

For a moment, he let himself forget the grueling schedules, the constant spotlight, and the pressures of being an idol. Here, he wasn’t Jungkook, the star. He was just their youngest, surrounded by the people who knew him best.