The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, the soft hum of the city outside failing to lull Jungkook into the sleep he desperately needed. He lay on his back, one arm draped over his forehead, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to the turmoil brewing in his mind.

But no matter how much he tried to shake it off, his thoughts dragged him back to her.

Serena.

He exhaled sharply, shifting onto his side, but even with his eyes closed, he could still see her. That fleeting moment when his gaze had fallen upon her in the crowd—unintentional, yet utterly consuming.

Her eyes. God, her eyes.

A rare shade of blue-green  like the depths of a storm-kissed ocean, framed by long dark lashes that only made their intensity more striking. There was something wild yet serene about them, like a forest in the early hours of dawn, untouched, mysterious. They weren’t just pretty—they drew him in.

And then there was her smile. Effortless. Unrestrained. A stark contrast to the composed, polished expressions he had grown used to seeing in the industry. When she had cheered, it had been for someone else—the guitarist.

That alone had baffled him.

Jungkook had spent years commanding the attention of thousands, yet in that moment, Serena's gaze hadn’t been on him. She had been radiating joy for someone he had barely noticed before.

Tossing onto his back again, he let out a frustrated sigh. Why does this even matter? He didn’t know her. He probably wouldn’t see her again. So why was she still lingering in his mind like a song stuck on repeat?

His fingers ran through his hair as he shut his eyes, willing himself to sleep. But the moment his mind quieted, there it was again—her voice, her cheers, the way she threw that playful flying kiss toward the guitarist.

Jungkook groaned, rolling onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow. This is ridiculous. He had met thousands of people, seen countless faces, but none had stayed. None had crept into his head like this.

Why was she the exception?

---

The warm glow of the chandelier illuminated the spacious dining room as Serena’s family gathered around the dinner table. The scent of freshly cooked dishes filled the air, and laughter echoed through the house. Ethan sat comfortably beside Serena, his eyes reflecting genuine happiness as he looked at the people who had become his second family.

Serena’s father, Min Jae, raised his glass, smiling warmly at Ethan.

“Ethan, you were phenomenal tonight. I know how hard you’ve worked for this moment, and seeing you on that stage, living your dream, made us all so proud.”

Ethan’s face lit up with gratitude.

“Thank you, dad. It means a lot coming from you. You’ve seen me struggle for years, and now, finally, I got my chance.”

Evelyn, Serena’s mother, placed a steaming bowl of Ethan’s favorite kimchi stew in front of him.

“And that’s why I made all your favorite dishes tonight. You deserve to celebrate properly!”

Ethan chuckled.

“Mom, you always spoil me. If I keep eating like this, I won’t fit on stage anymore.”

Serena smiled

“That’s what you get for being the family’s favorite.”

As they ate, Ethan casually brought up Jungkook.

“Honestly, performing at Jungkook’s concert was surreal. The energy, the crowd—it was insane. And the guy himself? He’s something else. His stage presence is unmatched.”

Gabriel, Serena’s older brother, leaned back in his chair and smirked.

“Oh great, here we go. This is just the beginning. I can already tell we’re going to hear Jungkook’s name for the entire dinner.”

Serena groaned, stabbing her fork into her plate.

“Oh, please. Let’s talk about something else.”

Ethan grinned.

“Actually, that reminds me. I have a surprise.”

He looked around before revealing,

“My band’s management team just signed a year contract with Jungkook’s management company. That means for the next year, we’ll be working with him. Any time he has a concert, we’ll be performing!”

Gabriel choked on his drink before bursting into laughter.

“Oh, this is gold! Serena, you’re doomed. For a whole year, all you’ll hear is ‘Jungkook this, Jungkook that.’”

He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.

“Actually, on your wedding day, we should invite Jungkook too. It would be hilarious to see Ethan leave you at the altar for him. Sometimes, I swear he’s in love with that man.”

Serena slammed her spoon on the table, eyes narrowing.

“Gabriel, you little—”

Before anyone could react, Serena grabbed a spoon and smacked Gabriel’s hand. He yelped and retaliated with a piece of bread, which bounced off Serena’s shoulder. In no time, utensils clashed, plates rattled, and their playful bickering escalated into a full-blown food fight.

Evelyn’s stern voice cut through the chaos.

“Enough! Both of you, what are you give year old sit down before I make you clean the entire kitchen.”

Serena pointed at Gabriel, still fuming.

“Mom! He keeps teasing me! Tell him to stop . Ethan is mine, okay?”

Ethan, caught in the middle, turned red while everyone burst into laughter at Serena’s dramatic claim. Gabriel smirked, enjoying how riled up she was.

Evelyn shook her head fondly.

“You two never change.”

Serena huffed, folding her arms, while Gabriel just grinned. Ethan, still blushing, rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh… thanks for claiming me, Serena?”

She scoffed..”

The air was still buzzing with laughter from Serena and Gabriel’s earlier bickering, but now the conversation had shifted to a more relaxed, content hum.

Serena’s father, leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his tea before glancing at Ethan. His expression softened with a certain fondness, the kind a father held for a son he was immensely proud of.

“You know, Ethan,”

Min Jae began, setting his cup down,

“you’ve been a part of this family for years now. Evelyn and I have watched you grow, seen you chase your dreams, and work tirelessly to make them a reality.”

He paused for a moment, his sharp yet kind eyes locking onto Ethan’s.

“We couldn’t be prouder of you.”

Ethan swallowed, feeling the weight of Min Jae’s words.

“Thank you, dad. That means a lot.”

Evelyn, who was seated beside her husband, smiled warmly.

“You know we’ve always considered you our son, Ethan. We’ve seen how much you care for Serena… how you’ve been there for each other through everything.”

At this, Ethan felt heat crawl up his neck, and Serena, who had been lazily stirring the remnants of her dessert, suddenly became very interested in the tablecloth.

Min Jae exchanged a quick look with his wife before clearing his throat.

“Which is why… I think it’s time we talk about something important.”

Gabriel, sensing something big, leaned forward with a smirk. Serena, however, stiffened, already having a feeling about where this was going.

Min Jae continued, his voice steady.

“Serena and Ethan, you two have been together for years. You understand each other better than anyone. Have you thought about taking the next step?”

Silence.

Serena’s spoon dropped onto her plate with a clink. Ethan blinked rapidly, his mouth slightly ajar.

Gabriel, on the other hand, nearly choked on his drink.

“Oh, this just got interesting,”

he muttered, trying to suppress his grin.

Evelyn smiled sweetly, as if she hadn’t just set off an atomic bomb at the dinner table.

Serena was the first to recover.

“W-What?” she stammered, looking at her father in disbelief.

Min Jae, ever composed, simply raised an eyebrow.

“Marriage, Serena. You and Ethan. Have you considered it?”

Her head snapped toward Ethan, who was still trying to process the situation himself. His ears were red, and his hands fidgeted under the table. He looked utterly flustered.

But deep inside, Serena felt her heart stutter. A part of her—one she would never admit out loud—fluttered at the thought. She and Ethan had been together for years, and even if she never voiced it, she knew no one else could ever take his place in her life. He was hers, just as she was his.

Ethan, too, felt something warm bloom in his chest. The idea of marrying Serena was never something he had feared—it was something he had always envisioned. She was his home, his love, his best friend. Having the blessing of her parents only made the thought more real. More exhilarating.

And when he saw the happy expressions on everyone’s faces, he knew they all felt the same. They knew how deeply they loved each other. They had seen it for years.

Gathering his courage, Ethan cleared his throat and turned to Min Jae and Evelyn, offering a shy but sincere smile.

“Wherever Serena is ready… I’m ready for the marriage.”

His voice was soft yet filled with warmth, his gaze tender as it landed on Serena.

For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. Serena could hear the faint clatter of dishes in the background, the muffled laughter from the television in the other room.

Ethan, who had been looking at her with absolute adoration, felt the blood drain from his face the moment he saw her expression.

His stomach twisted in dread. Oh no.

Serena deliberately ignored him, refusing to even glance in his direction. Her scowl deepened, her fingers tightening around her fork.

Oh, he was doomed.

Ethan gulped, his mind racing. He knew exactly why she was acting this way. His words had been too easy, too ready, as if he had been waiting for this moment. Serena, being Serena, would not let him get away with that.

Gabriel, sensing the brewing storm, let out a loud cackle, slapping the table.

“Oh my God, Ethan, you just dug your own grave!”

Serena turned her fiery gaze toward Gabriel. “You shut up!” she snapped before whipping back to Ethan, who was already sweating bullets.

Ethan quickly backpedaled, waving his hands in surrender.

“I—I mean, only if you want to! No pressure! At all! None whatsoever!”

Serena narrowed her eyes.

“Oh, no. You were pretty quick to answer that, weren’t you?”

“I—uh—” Ethan was at a complete loss.

Gabriel was practically rolling in his seat.

“Ethan, buddy, you better run while you still can.”

Serena grabbed a napkin and chucked it at her brother. “GABRIEL!”

He dodged, laughing harder.

Min Jae, despite the chaos, looked amused.

“I suppose that’s a discussion for another time, then?”

Evelyn giggled softly.

“I think Ethan should worry about surviving the night first.”

Ethan groaned, running a hand down his face.

“God help me.”

Serena huffed, arms crossed. She’d deal with Ethan later.

Gabriel, wiping away a tear of laughter, smirked at Ethan.

“Man, I hope you have a solid plan to make her happy. Otherwise… good luck.”

Ethan sighed, already plotting ways to get back on Serena’s good side. Because tonight, he knew—he was absolutely doomed.

---

The night was calm, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating the quiet neighborhood. The air was cool, carrying a faint scent of rain from earlier in the evening. The streets were nearly empty, the occasional rustling of leaves the only sound accompanying the two figures walking side by side.

Or rather, Ethan was trying to walk beside Serena, but she kept inching ahead, making sure to maintain at least a foot of distance between them. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, and her small frame practically radiated irritation.

Ethan sighed, stealing a glance at her. She looked adorable, cheeks puffed slightly, lips pressed into a pout, and a light flush dusting her face from the cool air—or maybe from anger. A cute fireball, wrapped up in her own silent rage.

He tried again. “Serena…” His voice was soft, coaxing.

She didn’t respond.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, stepping closer.

“Are you seriously not going to talk to me?”

Still, nothing.

He sighed again, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Alright, I get it. You’re mad.”

Serena scoffed, turning her head away in dramatic emphasis.

Ethan bit back a chuckle. Even when she was fuming, she was adorable. But he knew better than to voice that thought aloud.

They continued walking, the silence between them stretching. The only sounds were the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional car passing by. The tension between them, however, was thick.

Ethan took a deep breath before finally speaking again, his voice laced with guilt.

“Serena… I’m sorry.”

She didn’t react, but he knew she was listening.

“I shouldn’t have brought up Jungkook at dinner. Especially not when it was supposed to be about us.”

He exhaled, glancing at her.

“I know why you’re upset. You were excited about dinner, and I—” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I should have been focusing on you.”

Serena’s steps slowed just a bit, but she still didn’t look at him.

Ethan stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

“Look, I know I talk about Jungkook a lot. He’s my idol, yes. I admire him, I respect him. But… I swear, I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant.”

Serena’s eyes flickered up to his for a moment before she finally broke her silence.

“You always talk about Jungkook in our moments,”

she muttered, her voice laced with quiet frustration.

“I was so happy when you came to dinner. I helped Mom make all your favorite dishes.” Her lips trembled slightly.

“And instead of praising my cooking, you were busy praising Jungkook.”

Ethan’s chest tightened.

Serena sniffled, her gaze dropping to the ground.

“I know you like him. He’s your idol. But the way you talk about him…” She hesitated, her fingers curling into fists. “Sometimes I really think Gabriel is right—you love him more than me.”

Ethan’s entire body froze.

Then he saw it—the small glistening tear that slipped down her cheek.

His heart clenched painfully.

“Serena…” His voice cracked slightly, hands aching to reach for her. Seeing her cry was unbearable.

She wasn’t just any woman to him—she was the woman. The one who had been by his side through everything. The one who had cheered him on through every success, held him through every failure. She had always been his unwavering support, his rock.

And now she was crying because of him.

Ethan swallowed hard, the weight of his mistake crashing onto him.

He had taken her for granted.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this,”

he murmured, stepping closer, his hand hesitantly reaching up to cup her cheek.

“Serena, you’re everything to me. You always have been.”

Serena hiccupped slightly, still avoiding his eyes.

“I was an idiot,”

Ethan admitted.

“I got caught up in talking about Jungkook, and I didn’t realize how it made you feel. I swear, I never meant to make you think anyone—anyone—could ever be more important to me than you.” He exhaled deeply. “You’re the love of my life, Serena.”

Serena’s breath hitched at his words.

Ethan’s thumb gently wiped away a stray tear.

“I’ll never do it again. I promise. From now on, when we’re together, I’ll focus on you. Because you deserve that.”

Serena bit her lip, her emotions warring inside her. She wanted to stay mad. She really did. But Ethan’s sincerity, the sheer regret in his eyes, made it impossible.

Still, she wasn’t going to forgive him that easily.

She sniffed. “You swear?”

Ethan nodded. “On my life.”

Serena pursed her lips.

“And you’ll praise my cooking next time?”

Ethan smiled slightly.

“I’ll write poetry about it if that’s what you want.”

Serena rolled her eyes, but a tiny smile tugged at her lips.

Ethan saw it. And just like that, the tight knot in his chest loosened.

He gently tugged her closer.

“Are we okay?”

Serena huffed dramatically.

"No. I’m still mad at you."

Ethan let out a sigh.

"Alright, what should I do to make you forgive me?"

A devilish smirk crept onto Serena’s lips. Ethan immediately sensed danger. That expression never meant anything good for him.

"You really want to make it up to me?"

she asked, tilting her head, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Ethan gulped. He wasn’t sure why, but he already regretted asking.

"Yes…?"

Serena stopped walking, turned to him fully, and said in the most serious voice,

"First, for the next one whole week, you are banned from saying Jungkook’s name. If you even so much as whisper his name, you’ll have to do one embarrassing punishment of my choice."

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror.

"What? No, that’s—"

"I’m not done yet,"

Serena cut him off, grinning.

"Second, you have to wear a bright pink hoodie that says ‘Serena is my Queen’ in bold glittery letters—and not just at home. You have to wear it in public, at least for a whole day."

Ethan’s mouth fell open. He blinked at her, completely speechless. His idol’s name was basically his oxygen—how could he survive a whole week without saying it? And the hoodie? God, if his bandmates saw him in that, he would never hear the end of it.

"You’re joking," he said, hoping, praying that she was.

Serena raised an eyebrow

"You can back out if you want. But if you do, I’ll stay mad for... let’s say, another month."

Ethan’s breath hitched. His jaw clenched as he weighed his options. Either endure the humiliation or deal with an angry Serena for a month. He glanced at her face—her pout, her fiery glare, the way her foot tapped impatiently against the pavement.

He was doomed.

Ethan let out a dramatic groan, running a hand through his hair. "Fine," he muttered. "I’ll do it."

Serena’s eyes sparkled in victory.

"Good boy," she chirped, looping her arm through his and resuming their walk as if she hadn't just emotionally traumatized him.

Ethan sighed again. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Oh, absolutely," Serena said cheerfully.

And Ethan knew—tonight was just the beginning of his suffering.

---

Ethan stood in front of his mirror, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair as he buttoned his jeans. He was getting ready for his practice session at the studio when his phone vibrated on the nightstand.

A video call from Serena.

He smirked, already knowing why she was calling. She wanted to check if he was wearing the ridiculous hoodie she had forced upon him. Of course, he had expected this—after all, he knew his Serena too well.

Glancing at the pink hoodie lying on his bed, he let out a small chuckle. It wasn’t just any hoodie; Serena had personally customized it last night with a bright glitter pen. Written in bold, loud, unapologetic letters were the words:

"I love Serena more than Jungkook. She is my Queen."

Ethan shook his head in amusement as he slipped it over his head. How did she even come up with these ideas?

"This woman is impossible," he muttered under his breath, but a fond smile tugged at his lips. And she’s mine.

He swiped his finger across the screen and picked up the call.

The first thing he heard was Serena’s bright, chirpy voice.

"Good morning, my love!" she greeted, her face glowing with excitement.

Ethan chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Good morning, baby."

Serena wasted no time.

"Show me! I want proof you’re wearing it!"

Ethan let out a deep sigh, pretending to be reluctant, but in reality, he was thoroughly enjoying this.

"So demanding first thing in the morning, huh?"

"ETHAN!" she whined.

"Alright, alright," he laughed, adjusting his phone. He took a step back and tilted the camera to give her a full view of his hoodie.

Serena beamed with pride, her eyes shining as she admired her masterpiece.

"Oh my god, it looks so good on you! I’m a genius."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Genius? More like a menace."

Serena pouted. "Hmph. You still wore it, though."

Ethan smirked. "Of course, I did. Anything for my Queen."

Serena melted at his words, her expression softening—until Ethan decided to turn the tables.

Still smirking, he slowly grabbed the hem of his hoodie.

And lifted it.

Serena’s eyes widened in real-time.

Ethan’s toned skin came into view, inch by inch. His firm abs, sculpted chest, every muscle flexing subtly under the dim morning light. He took his sweet time lifting the hoodie, revealing his prominent V-line leadleading down to the waistband of his jeans.

His smirk deepened.

Serena’s face erupted in crimson.

"ETHAN!" she gasped, her hands flying to cover her burning cheeks.

But Ethan wasn’t done yet.

"You asked me to show you the hoodie," he said, voice dripping with amusement.

"I figured… might as well show a little extra."

Serena gulped hard. She looked like she was debating between throwing her phone away and staring longer.

"You… you…" she stammered.

Ethan tilted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Do you want more, princess? I can show more if you want."

Serena squeaked.

"Nope! NOPE!" she hurriedly shook her head, her entire face hidden behind her hands.

Ethan let out a deep, satisfied chuckle. God, he loved teasing her.

"Alright,"

he finally relented, dropping the hoodie back in place.

"I’ve done what you asked. I wore the hoodie. I embarrassed myself. I even… gave you a little bonus."

Serena refused to make eye contact.

"But now," Ethan continued, "I want something in return."

Serena peeked at him from between her fingers. "What do you mean?"

Ethan’s smirk softened into something more intimate. "I’ll tell you when I see you."

Serena narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?"

Ethan simply shrugged, his expression unreadable.

"Guess you’ll find out soon, love."

Serena pouted. "Fine. But it better not be anything crazy!"

Ethan grinned. "Would I ever?"

"YES."

Both of them laughed, the playful tension still lingering in the air.

"Alright, baby, I have to go now," Ethan said. "See you soon."

Serena smiled, the previous shyness still lingering in her eyes. "Okay… love you."

Ethan’s expression turned soft. "Love you more, my Queen."

With that, they ended the call, and Ethan grabbed his bag, heading out to the studio—already planning how to make his little demand from Serena even more fun.

Ethan had never wanted to evaporate into thin air more than he did right now.

Walking through the streets of Seoul in broad daylight, he could feel the judgment radiating from every direction.

It wasn’t just the neon pink color of his hoodie—it was the humiliating, glittery declaration plastered across his chest:

"I love Serena more than Jungkook. She is my Queen."

Ethan grimaced.

An old lady walking past him squinted at the words, then shook her head.

Two university students paused, read it, then erupted into laughter.

"Bro, Jungkook lost a fan today."

"Nah, this is TRUE LOVE right here."

Someone even snapped a photo.

Ethan picked up his pace.

A group of teenage girls gasped dramatically.

"Oh my god, WHO is Serena?!"

"Is he a celebrity?"

"Wait, is he in a fan war against Jungkook’s fans?! IS HE OKAY?!"

Ethan mentally screamed.

Ignoring the chuckles, whispers, and outright stares, he finally reached the entrance of his studio—only to be met with a sight far worse.

The second Ethan stepped into the studio, he was met with an explosion of laughter.

It was immediate. Ruthless. Deafening.

His bandmates, who had been lounging around in peak laziness mode, were now screaming, clutching their stomachs, and collapsing onto the floor.

"E-Ethan—" One of them pointed at him, struggling to breathe.

"WHAT—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!"

Ethan sighed. "Let’s not do this—"

"NO, NO, WE NEED TO DO THIS."

Another one jumped off the couch, dramatically running up to him.

"Wait, wait, let me read it—"

He squinted at the words, and then?

BOOM. Another round of laughter.

"BRO. NO WAY. NO FREAKING WAY."

One guy collapsed onto the floor, wheezing. Another was recording a video, probably to blackmail him later.

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alright. Get it out of your system. I’ll wait."

But they weren’t done.

"OH MY GOD, YOU’RE DONE FOR."

"Bro, Jungkook’s fans are gonna HUNT YOU DOWN."

One of them dramatically fell onto the couch, pretending to wipe away tears.

"Ethan, your girlfriend is UNREAL."

Ethan sighed. "Yeah, she is."

Silence.

Then—

"AWWWWWWWW!"

More fake swooning. More exaggerated gasps.

"He admitted it!"

"He’s so down BAD."

"Man’s a GONER. He’s been CONQUERED."

Ethan groaned. "Alright, SHUT UP."

That’s when the studio door swung open.

And in walked—

Jungkook’s manager.

Song Hyun stepped inside, his usual serious expression in place as he glanced around the studio.

"Let’s discuss your next schedule."

Immediately, the band straightened up, acting like they hadn’t just spent the last five minutes roasting Ethan.

For a brief moment, there was peace.

But then—

Just as Song Hyun was about to leave—

His eyes landed on Ethan.

A pause.

A long, slow blink.

And then—

The loudest laugh Ethan had heard all day.

Song Hyun practically doubled over.

"WHAT—"

He pointed at the hoodie, struggling to breathe.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Ethan lost it too.

At this point, he had accepted his fate.

One of his bandmates, still grinning, stepped forward.

"Oh, let me tell you—it’s a love story."

Song Hyun laughed even harder.

Ethan?

He was done.

Ethan was one second away from grabbing that damn hoodie and setting it on fire. But couldn't this was given by serena he would not do it.

But before he could even react, Song Hyun, Jungkook’s manager, was already pulling out his phone, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, this is too good.”

Song Hyun chuckled, angling his phone at Ethan.

“I have to take a picture of this. Jungkook is going to lose his mind.”

Ethan’s soul nearly left his body.

“YAH! No pictures!” He yelped, instinctively raising his hands to block the camera.

His bandmates?

Zero loyalty.

They just laughed harder.

One of them, Jisung, stepped forward with a devilish grin.

"Hyung, you don’t get it. Ethan is totally whipped for Jungkook. Like, head over heels. It’s his secret bromance.”

The others immediately jumped in.

"FACTS. Ethan would jump off a cliff if Jungkook told him to."

"Bro, I swear, Serena HATES it. She’s convinced Ethan loves Jungkook more than her!"

Ethan groaned. “Oh my god, STOP TALKING.”

Song Hyun smirked knowingly. He turned to Ethan, arms crossed.

“Is that true?”

Ethan glared at his so-called ‘friends.’

"Not. A. Word. From. You. All of you are dead to me."

The band?

Still dying of laughter.

But Song Hyun shook his head, his smile softening a little.

“No, I don’t think that’s true at all.”

Ethan blinked.

The manager glanced at the ridiculous pink hoodie and smirked.

“It’s clear how much you love your girlfriend. No man would walk around in public wearing this unless he was completely, hopelessly in love.”

Silence.

And Then—

“AWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

The bandmembers mockingly clutched their hearts, making dramatic crying noises.

"Ethan, bro, you’re making us emotional."

"STOP BEING SO ROMANTIC, MAN."

"Whipped. Absolutely WHIPPED."

Ethan groaned. “For the last time, SHUT UP.”

Song Hyun chuckled. Then, before Ethan could react, he took the picture anyway.

SNAP.

Ethan froze.

“NO—”

Too late.

Song Hyun smirked, waving his phone in the air.

“Alright, showing this to Jungkook now.”

Ethan’s entire body stiffened. “Ethan panicked.

Jungkook. His idol. His inspiration. His freaking hero. How would he react if he sees this picture.

Seeing him in a neon pink hoodie declaring Serena’s superiority over Jungkook?!

Kill him now.

His bandmates?

THRIVING in his suffering.

Jisung wiped fake tears.

“I can already hear Jungkook’s reaction.”

Another one imitated Jungkook’s voice. “Yah, Ethan! I thought we had something special!”

The whole room exploded into laughter.

Ethan?

Officially dead inside.

The faint scent of setting spray and cosmetics filled Jungkook’s vanity room as he sat before the large mirror, getting his makeup done for an upcoming photoshoot. A soft instrumental played in the background, but his mind was elsewhere, still slightly clouded from his lack of sleep the night before.

Just as the stylist was adding the finishing touches, the door swung open, revealing Song Hyun, his manager, holding his phone with a rather smug expression.

“I have something interesting for you today,”

Song Hyun announced as he walked in, waving the phone in his hand.

Jungkook raised a brow, momentarily glancing at him through the mirror.

“What is it?”

Song Hyun smirked as he tapped on his phone, pulling up an image.

“You lost a fan today.”

Jungkook chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah? That’s tragic. Should I be heartbroken?”

“See for yourself.” Song Hyun turned the phone towards him.

At first, Jungkook looked disinterested, but the moment his eyes landed on the image, his expression changed. His gaze sharpened, eyebrows slightly knitting together as he leaned forward for a closer look.

It was him.

The guitarist.

Jungkook’s amusement faded into intrigue. He inspected the man in the picture, taking in his dark brown hair, the slightly scruffy yet effortless look, the way he stood there grinning while wearing an obnoxiously bright pink hoodie with bold, glittery letters screaming: I love Serena more than Jungkook. She is my queen.

A smirk tugged at Jungkook’s lips. So, this was her guy?

And her name is serena .

A beautiful name filled with serenity.

His eyes roamed over Ethan, scrutinizing every detail. He’s… alright, I guess? Not particularly tall, not extraordinarily handsome. His features were more rugged than refined, lacking the sharpness that Jungkook himself possessed. He wasn’t ugly, but Jungkook had seen better-looking men in the industry.

What does she see in him? Jungkook found himself wondering. He couldn't help but compare—what made this guy so special that Serena had thrown kisses at him so effortlessly?

“Who is he?” Jungkook asked, his voice casual but carrying a hint of curiosity.

Song Hyun chuckled.

“One of the background band members. A guitarist.”

Jungkook’s fingers tapped against the vanity table as he processed the information. A guitarist. No wonder Serena had cheered for him so passionately.

Song Hyun continued, “He’s completely whipped for you, though. You’re his idol.”

Jungkook’s smirk widened. “Oh?” He leaned back in his chair, amusement flickering in his e

yes. “A fanboy?”

“Biggest one,” Song Hyun confirmed. “But his girlfriend seems to hate that.”

Jungkook let out a quiet chuckle, his dark eyes glinting with intrigue. “Interesting.” He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the image once more before handing the phone back to Song Hyun.

“Well then,” Jungkook mused, stretching his arms before standing up. “I have to meet my fanboy.”