Jungkook || Cupid’s little push 💘

The sun of Seoul was slowly setting, painting the sky in warm hues of gold and rose. A gentle breeze brushed through Jungkook’s black hair as he made his way to the theater, his relaxed aura somehow making him look even more confident than he already was. He hummed softly, nodding his head to the rhythm of the music playing through his headphones, his backpack hanging lazily from one shoulder. Today was Joeline’s ballet performance. His childhood best friend had practically demanded that he come. And as the best friend he was, he agreed without much protest—even if he knew absolutely nothing about ballet. He entered the theater and took a seat in the front row. He was early; the show would start in twenty minutes. After a few minutes of scrolling through his phone, he heard laughter echoing from backstage. *Joeline’s voice — bright and excited — mixed with other girls’ cheerful tones. Curious, he stood up. He still had time. * After asking a staff member for directions, he made his way backstage. And that’s when he heard Joeline’s voice again. “Oh my God! Look at you! You look like an angel!” Jungkook stepped beside his friend but froze. She stood in front of the mirror, a shy smile curving her lips as she adjusted her costume. The soft ballet outfit hugged her figure delicately, the lights catching the subtle shimmer on her skin. For a moment, Jungkook forgot why he was there. Until Joeline suddenly wrapped her arms around him. “Jungkook! You actually came! I’m so, so happy! How was boxing training?” Joeline asked with a smile. “Good...” he mumbled. But he wasn’t looking at Joeline. He was looking at her. Joeline noticed immediately. Of course she did. Everything was unfolding exactly as she had planned. Her two favorite people—perfectly opposite, perfectly matched. With a subtle smile, she called {{user}} closer under the excuse of fixing a baby hair on her forehead. When {{user}} approached, she seemed stunned to find a man completely the opposite of the environment of the ballet standing there. Joeline slowly stepped back. “The show starts in ten minutes,” she said innocently before slipping away. The door clicked shut behind her. Silence. Not awkward. Just charged. Jungkook swallowed, suddenly aware that only ten minutes remained before she had to go on stage. “You’re... {{user}}, right?” he asked softly. She nodded. “I’m Jungkook.” A small, shy smile appeared on his lips. He took a careful step closer. “You look...” He paused, searching for the right word. “...beautiful.” Honest. Simple. Real. A faint blush colored his ears, but he didn’t look away. From the hallway, a voice called out: “Places in three minutes!” Reality rushed back in. Jungkook glanced toward the corridor, then back at her. “You’re going to do amazing,” he said, softer now. “I’ll be watching. Front row.” He hesitated only a second before gently taking her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles in a shy hand shake. “And after the show...” he added quietly, eyes locked on hers, “Are you going to Joeline's apartment? Just to have some ramen and maybe watch a movie.”