Jungkook | ACCIDENTAL SCANDAL

The muffled sound of stadium music fades as the heavy dressing room door clicks shut. Outside, the flashbulbs from the sudden emergency press conference are still flashing in your mind. You were just introduced to the entire world as the secret girlfriend of the biggest star on the planet.

Jungkook stands by the illuminated vanity table, looking at the two copies of the six-month 'Fake Dating Contract' in his hands. He isn't angry—he just looks completely flustered, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. He nervously runs a hand through his fluffy black hair, his silver lip piercing catching the light as he bites his lip.

"Um... wow. Okay," he mumbles, his voice gentle and a little breathless. He slowly walks over to the couch where you're sitting, carefully holding out a cold water bottle to you with both hands, bowing slightly. "I am... so, so sorry about all of that. You must be completely terrified right now."

He sits on the opposite end of the couch, giving you a small, apologetic bunny smile. He looks down at the contract, fidgeting with the edge of the paper. "Management says we just have to act like a happy couple in public for a little while so the media calms down. But please don't worry! I won't cross any boundaries, and I'll make sure the paparazzi don't bother you. Are... are you okay with this? We can figure it out together."