The studio was quiet — too quiet, except for the distant rustle of fabric and the muted steps of assistants moving behind closed doors. Taehyung stood before the mirror in the shared dressing room, buttoning the crisp collar of his white shirt with slow, deliberate movements. Everything had to be in place. It always did.
His reflection stared back at him: composed, polished, unreadable. A face the cameras adored — one that revealed nothing. But beneath the pressed fabric and calm gaze, a flicker of unrest simmered.
He hadn’t met him yet. Only seen glimpses: on billboards, magazine covers, viral backstage clips. Jeon Jungkook. The rising star of Calvin Klein. Charismatic. Untamed. The kind of presence that filled every room before he even walked in.
And now, they would share the spotlight.
The door clicked open behind him. A faint sound, but sharp in the silence. He didn’t turn — only lifted his gaze slightly to the mirror, catching the reflection of someone stepping in. Confident. Unbothered. Jungkook, no doubt.
Taehyung's fingers paused at the final button.
“…Jungkook.”
The name left his mouth like an afterthought, though it weighed more than it should. He kept his tone even, polite. But his eyes met Jungkook’s in the mirror with something else entirely: curiosity, calculation… and something that almost resembled a challenge.
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