The morning sun filtered through the large windows , casting golden hues over the wooden floors. The scent of fresh breakfast wafted through the house as the Jeon family bustled around, preparing for Jungkook’s departure. His mother had been fussing over his bags since dawn, ensuring he had everything he needed for his stay in Seoul. His father, ever the quiet presence, sat by the dining table, glancing at his youngest son with pride.  

His  hyungs had gathered as well, all dressed casually as they bid farewell to their youngest. Jungkook stood near the staircase, fastening the strap of his watch, his toned arms flexing slightly.Seokjin, smirked.  

_"Yah, Jeon Jungkook, are you planning to show off those muscles in Seoul? Or are you trying to impress someone?"

 Seokjin teased, nudging him.  

Jungkook rolled his eyes, shoving his duffle bag over his shoulder. _

"Hyung, stop it. You’re just jealous."_  

The room filled with laughter as Namjoon stepped forward, patting Jungkook’s shoulder. "

Alright, let’s go. I’ll drop you off.

His mother, came forward and cupped Jungkook’s face. 

"Eat well, don’t skip meals. And take care of yourself, okay?"

Jungkook smiled, leaning into her warmth for a moment. 

"I will, eomma. Don’t worry."

His father gave him a firm nod. 

"Work hard and make us proud, son." 

"I’ll do my best, appa,"

 Jungkook replied, bowing slightly in respect.  

With final goodbyes exchanged, Jungkook followed Namjoon outside, where his car was parked in the driveway. His manager placed his bag in the backseat and slid into the car .  The older man started the car, and soon, they were on the highway, the city skyline growing nearer.  

---  

The road stretched ahead, smooth and quiet except for the occasional sound of the engine.. Jungkook leaned back against the seat, adjusting his jacket as Namjoon focused on the road.  

“So,"

 Namjoon started, a small smirk playing on his lips, 

"you’ve really been doing well lately. Your projects, your performances—it’s impressive how far you’ve come."

Jungkook smiled humbly. 

"It’s all hard work, hyung. And of course, I learned a lot from you guys."

"Ah, our golden maknae being modest,"

Namjoon chuckled. 

"But seriously, you should be proud. You’re setting the bar high."  

Jungkook nodded, feeling a quiet sense of pride settle in his chest.  

A comfortable silence filled the car for a moment before Namjoon’s teasing tone returned. 

"Speaking of setting the bar high… what about your personal life? You’re always so focused on work, but have you ever thought about settling down?" 

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. 

"Marriage? No way, hyung. I have no plans for that."  

Namjoon laughed, shaking his head. 

"You’re the biggest liar among us. You always say one thing and do the opposite. So, I think you’ll be the first one to get married."

Jungkook’s eyes widened. 

"Aniyoo! That’s not happening!" 

Namjoon hummed in amusement. 

"Alright, alright. But tell me, do you have someone special in your life?" 

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"No, hyung. I don’t even get time for myself, let alone for dating. If anything, I think I’d just let my parents choose someone for me. I’d get married happily if they found a good match."

Namjoon raised a brow, glancing at Jungkook briefly. 

"Really? That doesn’t sound like you at all. But what if you actually like someone? What would you do then?"

Jungkook smirked slightly, confidence lacing his voice. 

"Then I’d ask her directly. And I know she wouldn’t say no."

Namjoon let out a dramatic sigh. 

"Of course. Who could possibly say no to the global superstar Jeon Jungkook? Girls practically faint over you. I seriously don’t know how you handle all that attention."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. 

"I just don’t pay attention to it. I focus on my work."

Namjoon tilted his head, his curiosity deepening. 

"Come on, be honest. You’ve been surrounded by beautiful girls all your life. Have you never felt something for anyone? Like a crush or even love at first sight?" 

Jungkook thought for a moment before answering in a calm, professional tone. 

"Not really. I’ve never met someone who made me feel that way."  

Namjoon hummed thoughtfully. 

"Interesting. I wonder how long that will last."  

Jungkook only chuckled, gazing out the window as the city of Seoul came into view. Little did he know, his life was about to take a turn he never expected.

The car sped along the highway, the cityscape of Seoul growing clearer in the distance. The conversation had taken an amusing turn, Namjoon shaking his head at Jungkook’s stubborn nature. He had always known the younger man to be ambitious and determined, but hearing him speak about relationships with the same confidence was both amusing and, in a way, predictable.  

Namjoon glanced at Jungkook, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

"Alright, let’s say you actually end up liking someone. But what if she doesn’t like you back?"

Jungkook scoffed, leaning back against the seat, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. 

"Hyung, do you really think there’s a girl out there who wouldn’t like me?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes. 

"I knew you’d say that."

Jungkook smirked, stretching his arms lazily. 

_"Come on, hyung. Girls literally scream my name just for a single glance. They cry, faint, and camp outside my concerts just to see me from miles away. Do you seriously think any woman on this planet would say no to me?" 

Namjoon let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. 

"Yah, Jeon Jungkook, get off your high horse for a second. I was giving you a hypothetical situation. Just answer it—what if, by some miracle, she says no?"

Jungkook furrowed his brows, as if the idea itself was absurd. He scoffed again, his lips twitching in disbelief. 

"Why would she say no to me?"

Namjoon burst into laughter, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. 

"You’re impossible! Okay, let’s go even further—what if she already has someone she loves? Then what?"

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, a smirk curving on his lips as he replied in a joking yet chillingly confident tone. 

"Hyung, if I get my eyes on something… I make sure it becomes mine. There’s no way I’d give up on what’s mine."  

Namjoon turned his head slightly, giving Jungkook a wary look.

 "Jungkook… that sounds a little—"

Jungkook laughed, cutting him off. 

"Relax, hyung. I’m just saying I don’t back down so easily. If I want something, I get it. If I want her, she’ll be mine. No matter what."

Namjoon exhaled sharply, shaking his head. 

"You really are something else."

Jungkook simply smirked, watching the city come closer through the windshield. He didn’t know it yet, but fate had a way of testing his words—and soon, he would find himself tangled in a love he never expected, one that would challenge everything he thought he knew about possession and desire.

As the car slowed down near the private airport terminal, Namjoon  turned to Jungkook with a warm smile. 

"Alright, kid, all the best for your concert. As always, you’ll set the stage on fire."

Jungkook smirked, adjusting the sleeves of his designer jacket. 

"Of course, hyung. You know me."

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Yeah, yeah. I just hope you don’t get too lost in your world of lights and fame." He paused, then added with a teasing glint in his eyes, "Who knows? Maybe your dream woman is waiting for you at the concert. You might just lock eyes with her in the crowd."

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, rolling his eyes. 

"Hyung, you sound like a hopeless romantic." 

Namjoon shrugged.

"I’m just saying… love hits you when you least expect it."

Jungkook scoffed playfully, stepping out of the car. 

"Well, I’m not expecting it at all, so I guess I’m safe."

Namjoon leaned on the car door, watching as Jungkook’s team rushed toward him. 

"We’ll see about that. Take care, Jungkook." 

Jungkook waved lazily. 

"You too, hyung. See you when I’m back."_  

With that, he turned toward the private jet waiting for him, its sleek exterior glistening under the sunlight. The staff greeted him politely, but Jungkook barely paid attention as he climbed the steps and entered the plane.  

Jungkook settled into his seat, stretching his legs as the aircraft prepared for takeoff. He let out a deep breath, resting his head against the soft leather. His mind replayed the conversation with Namjoon, particularly the part about love.  

_"What if she says no?"_  

Jungkook scoffed at the absurdity of it. Who would say no to him? He was Jeon Jungkook. A global icon. He had everything—looks, money, fame, power, status. In this era, what more could a woman possibly want?  

He knew exactly what kind of men girls went crazy over, and he was the very definition of it. Millions of women dreamt about him, screamed his name, wrote love letters they would never send. He could have anyone he wanted.  

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he stared out the window, watching the clouds drift by. _"There’s no woman alive who would dare reject me,"_ he murmured to himself, confidence lacing every word.  

Only if he knew.

Only if he knew that somewhere out there, a woman existed who would defy every expectation, who wouldn’t fall at his feet like the rest, who would look him straight in the eyes and say the one word he had never heard before.  

**No.**

The warm evening light filtered through the curtains , casting a golden glow over the space. Her bed was covered in scattered clothes, shoes, and accessories—evidence of her indecision. She stood in front of her mirror, holding up two outfits, debating which one to wear.  

A sleek black dress in one hand. A stylish crop top with high-waisted jeans in the other.  

Serena sighed. Why is this so difficult?

Just then, the door creaked open, and *Gabriel  stepped in. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with mild amusement.  

“You do realize we’re running late, right?” he said.  

Serena frowned, turning to him.

 “I know. But I can’t decide what to wear.”  

Gabriel sighed, stepping closer and glancing at the options in her hands. 

“It’s just a concert, Sera. You’re not walking a fashion runway.”  

She rolled her eyes. 

“I just want to look good, okay? It’s an important night for Ethan.”  

Gabriel smirked.

 “You mean **Ethan** won’t care what you’re wearing. He’ll be too busy playing his guitar.”  

Serena shot him a look.

 “Still, I want to look nice. It’s a big night for him, and I’m going to support him.”  

Gabriel shook his head with a small chuckle. 

“Alright, alright. Just hurry up. If you take any longer, we’ll miss the whole thing.”  

Serena finally settled on the **black dress**. Simple, elegant, and perfect for the occasion. She slipped on her heels, grabbed her bag, and took one last look in the mirror.  

“Done,” she announced.  

Gabriel checked his watch. “About time.”  

Serena ignored him, grabbing her phone and heading for the door. She didn’t know why, but a strange excitement bubbled in her chest. Maybe it was just the energy of the night. Maybe it was the thought of seeing Ethan on stage, doing what he loved.  

Either way, **tonight was going to be special.**  

---  

Serena and Gabriel stepped out of their house. Their parents stood by the door, smiling as they waved them off.  

“Have fun, kids!”

 their mother called out.  

“Don’t get into trouble,” their father added, though his voice carried a teasing note.  

“We won’t!” 

Serena reassured them before sliding into the backseat of the car. Gabriel followed suit, shutting the door behind him as he started the engine.  

As soon as the car began moving, Serena leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement.

 “Gabriel, do you even realize how huge this is for Ethan? This is like—his dream! He’s been talking about performing at a Jungkook concert since forever. And now, it’s actually happening.”  

Gabriel smirked, adjusting his seatbelt. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard this story a million times. The guy is obsessed with Jungkook.”  

Serena ignored the sarcasm, continuing her enthusiastic rant.

 “No, seriously! Do you remember last year? He skipped a whole family event just to watch Jungkook’s live stream. And when he found out about this concert, he nearly lost his mind.”  

Gabriel let out a laugh.

 “Honestly, I think he loves Jungkook more than he loves you.”  

Serena shot him a glare.

 “Shut up.”  

Gabriel shrugged.

 “I’m just saying, if you ever get into a fight, all he needs is one good JK song to cheer him up. You? Not so much.”  

Serena crossed her arms but couldn’t hide the small smile playing on her lips.

 “You’re so annoying.”  

Gabriel smirked. “That’s my job.”  

A moment of comfortable silence settled between them before Serena perked up again.

 “Oh! Speaking of Ethan—he arranged everything for us. He talked to one of the staff members and guess what? **We have VIP seats.**”  

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “No way.”  

Serena grinned. 

“Yes way. So now, you can brag to all your friends that you got VIP tickets to Jungkook’s concert, thanks to me.”  

Gabriel chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Well, I gotta admit, that’s pretty cool.”  

Serena leaned back, feeling a buzz of excitement in her chest. The night was just beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see Ethan on that stage, living his dream.  

With that, they headed toward the concert venue.**  

The atmosphere outside the **concert venue** was electric—bright lights illuminated the massive stadium, and the distant roar of an eager crowd sent shivers down Serena’s spine. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a blend of excitement and chaos as fans swarmed the entrances, waiting to witness the legendary **Jeon Jungkook** perform live.  

Serena and Gabriel, however, weren’t amidst the sea of fans. They stood at the backside of the venue, near the restricted entry where only staff and performers were allowed. This was where Ethan had told them to wait.  

Serena bounced on her heels, her fingers fidgeting with her phone as she quickly dialed Ethan’s number.  

“Hey, we’re here,” she said as soon as he picked up.  

“I see you, just stay put. I’ll be there in a minute.”**  

She hung up, turning to Gabriel.

 “He’s coming.”  

Gabriel stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, glancing around

. “This place is crazy. How are you not freaking out? You’ve got VIP access to the hottest concert of the year.”  

Serena rolled her eyes.

 “I’m not here for Jungkook. I’m here for Ethan.”  

Gabriel smirked

. “Yeah, yeah. I know .”  

Before Serena could argue back, a familiar voice called out.  

“Serena!”

She spun around instantly, eyes lighting up as she spotted **Ethan** walking toward them.  

He looked effortlessly stylish despite his **simple attire—black ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a denim jacket casually draped over his broad shoulders.** His dark brown hair was slightly tousled, and a few strands fell over his forehead, making him look both relaxed and charming.  

Serena didn’t waste a second. **She ran straight into his arms, jumping on him, her legs slightly lifting off the ground as she hugged him tightly.**  

Ethan let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her, steadying her.

 “Whoa, excited much?”  

Serena pulled back, grinning up at him. 

“ofcourses! This is your big night!”  

Ethan shook his head, amused, before shifting his attention to Gabriel. He extended a hand with an easy smile.

 “Hey, man. Good to see you again.”  

Gabriel took his hand, nodding.

 “Same here. You ready for this?”  

Ethan exhaled deeply.

 “As ready as I’ll ever be.”  

Serena clasped her hands together, **her eyes sparkling with excitement.** 

“You’re gonna be amazing, Ethan! I just know it. You’ve been dreaming about this moment forever.”  

Both men chuckled at her childlike enthusiasm.  

Ethan ruffled her hair playfully.

 “Thanks, love. And thank you for being here, for always supporting me.”  

Serena looked at him, sincerity lacing her words. 

“I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”  

Ethan’s smile softened, and for a moment, he just looked at her—grateful, touched. Then, shaking himself out of the moment, he gestured toward the **restricted entrance.

 “Come on, let’s get inside before security thinks you’re trespassers.”  

With that, he led them toward the venue,** where one of the staff members was already waiting to escort them to their VIP seats.  

Serena and Gabriel followed Ethan through the **staff entrance,** bypassing the endless queues of fans eagerly waiting to get inside. The security team barely glanced at them before letting them pass, thanks to Ethan’s backstage clearance.  

As they stepped into the main concert arena, Serena’s breath hitched.  

The sheer size of the stadium was overwhelming. It was a sea of people, thousands of fans buzzing with excitement, waving glowing **light sticks,** and chanting Jungkook’s name in unison. The **stage** was massive—**a grand, illuminated setup with huge LED screens** displaying teaser visuals, hyping up the crowd for the performance.  

Gabriel let out a low whistle. “Damn. This is insane.”  

Serena nodded, momentarily speechless. She had attended concerts before, but nothing of this scale. Jungkook wasn’t just a singer—he was a **phenomenon.**  

Ethan turned to them, motioning toward their section. 

“Come on, your seats are this way.”  

Serena followed him excitedly as they climbed up to the seats.

Gabriel plopped into his seat, stretching his legs. 

Now, this is the life. Front-row VIP access without paying a dime. I’m definitely bragging about this later.”  

Serena giggled, sitting beside him.

 “You should thank Ethan. He arranged everything.”  

Gabriel smirked

. “Yeah, yeah. All hail Ethan, the savior.”  

Serena rolled her eyes playfully before turning to Ethan, who was still standing. 

“Are you nervous?”  

Ethan exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“A little. I mean, this is Jungkook’s concert. The pressure is insane. But I’ll be fine once I’m on stage.”  

Serena gave him an encouraging smile. 

“You’re going to kill it.”  

Ethan nodded, his confidence growing. He glanced at his watch.

 “I should head backstage. The concert’s about to start. Enjoy the show, okay?”  

Serena and Gabriel nodded, watching as Ethan made his way down toward the performers’ area.

Gabriel turned to Serena, nudging her. 

“ let's enjoy “

Serena smiled 

They settled into their seats, their excitement building as the **stadium lights dimmed, signaling the start of the concert.**  

Meanwhile, **backstage,** Jungkook sat in front of a large, well-lit mirror in his dressing room, staring at his own reflection.  

His stylists worked around him, making final adjustments to his outfia sleek, all-black ensemble consisting of **a fitted silk shirt, ripped designer jeans, and custom-made boots.His silver rings and earrings gleamed under the bright lights, and his jet-black hairwas styled messily, giving him that effortlessly charismatic look.  

Jungkook barely noticed any of it. His mind was elsewhere.  

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms. The buzz of activity in the dressing room*barely fazed him—staff members rushing around, checking sound systems, finalizing stage setups, and ensuring everything was perfect.

His manager  Song Hyun , walked in, clapping him on the shoulder.

 “Ready?”  

Jungkook smirked. “Always.”  

Song Hyun chuckled. “Of course you are. You live for this.”  

Jungkook leaned forward, lacing his fingers together.

 “Another big night.”  

Song Hyun nodded.

 “It is. But you’ve done this a hundred times. You know exactly how to own the stage.”  

Jungkook exhaled, rolling his shoulders. 

“Yeah. I just want everything to go smoothly.”  

A staff member knocked on the door.

 “Five minutes, Jungkook-ssi.”  Jungkook nodded,

Jungkook nodded, standing up. He adjusted his **mic earpiece,** testing it briefly.  

Song Hyun grinned. “Alright, go out there and make history. Like always.”  

Jungkook chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Watch me.”  

With that, he stepped out of his dressing room,making his way toward the backstage entrance.

The moment he reached **behind the stage,he could hear the deafening screams of fans, their anticipation at its peak. The huge LED screensdisplayed his name, teasing his grand entrance.  

Jungkook smirked, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline.  

This was his world.  

As the lights dimmed and the music began to play,Jungkook took his first step onto the stage, ready to captivate the world

once again.