This Love (Taekook Ff)
Ep. 1
The fans cheered his name. Confetti blowing in the air. Purple ocean of his beloved fans crying, dancing, singing, screaming his name. That was all Jeon Jungkook wanted in his life. Only his true fans were his comfort.
Jungkook, A Global artist in Asia.
Pure at heart, pure with love. He never faked a smile in front of his fans. They were his blessings. If he did, it would be a lie, because his eyes showed the pure love and gratitude he had
Jeon Jungkook
Okay so.. (laughs) Oh please let me speak.. ( Chuckles)
Crowd: Jungkookie! Jungkookie! Jungkookie!
He smiled at the crowd with pure emotions of gratefulness.
Jeon Jungkook
Yess, Everyone.. Hello this is your Jungkookie (smiles)
Jeon Jungkook
And now, this will be my last song for this concert.
The crowd cheered with both happiness and sadness. Their time with their idol was finally coming to an end.
And with the same emotion, Jk sang his last song.
Jeon Jungkook
[Bridge. Song: Answer: Love Myself]
Inside of me, there's still (oh-oh)
That awkward part of me but ( Woah-oh-oh-ohhh)
Jeon Jungkook
You've shown me I have reasons
I should love myself (I'm learning how to love myself)
(oh-oh-oh)
I'll answer with my breath, my path (oh-woah-oh)
The crowd sang along with him. Every fan saw the raw pain in his singing, as if he truly meant every word. He poured his heart into every line. His eyes were closed, and his voice gave angelic goosebumps to every fan there.
Fans:
The me of yesterday ~
The me of today ~
The me of tomorrow (woah)~
I'm learning how to love myself~
With no exceptions, it's all me~
When the song was over, he had years in his eyes. He wanted to say so much, but he smiled through the pain. He bowed, thanking every fan and saying, "I love you, Army!" until he was gone.
Ep. 2
The roar of sixty thousand screaming fans was still a physical vibration in his chest
But as the heavy fire doors of the stadium tunnels clicked shut behind him, the sound was instantly muffled.
The adrenaline that had carried Jungkook through three hours of high octane performance began to evaporate, leaving behind a profound, bone-deep ache.
He walked down the sterile towards his dressing room. The hallway was a gauntlet.
Staff members, technicians, and label executives lined the walls, offering a chorus of ”Amazing show!” and "Great work Jungkook-ahh".
He offered quiet words of thanks.
It was a practiced, polite mask that felt increasingly heavy to wear. His muscles screamed for rest, his lungs burned.
But the industry demanded the golden boy be gracious, even when he was entirely hollowed out.
He finally pushed through the door of his designed green room, dropping his sweat drenched microphone pack onto the nearest tale with a dull thud.
He sank into the leather sofa, closing his eyes, just wanting five minutes of absolute silence.
Kim Namjoon(Jk's Managar)
Good energy tonight..
His manager said barely looking up from his glowing tablet.
Kim Namjoon(Jk's Managar)
But you lingered too long on the B-stage during the encore.
Kim Namjoon(Jk's Managar)
It threw off the pyrotechnic timing by four seconds.
Kim Namjoon(Jk's Managar)
Thr camera crew had to scramble to find you. We can't have that tomorrow.
Jungkook just nodded, too tired to argue that the fans in that section had been chanting his name and he simply wanted to acknowledge them.
His mind drifted to the heavy envelope sitting on his desk.
The executives had been pressing him for an answer, their smiles tight, their words laced with reminders of everything the company had done for him.
How long could he keep up this pace before there was nothing of his true self left?
Ep. 3
Needing a brief moment of comfort, his eyes landed on a catering spread in the corner.
Among the untouched fruit platters and Protein bars sat a rich, dark chocolate tart.
His stomach gave a hollow ache. He leaned forward, reaching out a taped, his hand towards the plate.
Before his figures could graze the edge , a hand switfy intercepted it.
His PA offered an apologetic, yet firm, smile, sliding the dessert out of reach.
Songkang (Jk's PA)
Not tonight, please. We have the magazine cover shoot on Tuesday. I'll get you a green juice and some ice water, okay?
Jungkook stared at the empty space on the table where the tart had been. He slowly pulled his hand back, resting it on his knee.
He was surrounded by a team dedicated to his every move, adored by millions across the globe, yet in that quiet, brightly lit room, he had never felt more entirely alone.
The silence of the hotel suite was deafening.
Jungkook collapsed onto the pristine bed, his muscles screaming in protest.
His phone buzzed against the mattress
A text illuminated the dark room. It was his Manager
Kim Namjoon(Jk's Managar)
💬 Eat light tonight. No late night scrolling. We need you looking fresh for tomorrow's show.
He stared at the screen, a familiar, heavy frustration bubbling in his chest.
He loved food, he craved the comfort of a war, heavy meal after leaving pieces of his soul on that stage- but instead, a sad bowl of plain greens waited on the table
Defying the order, he opened social media desperately needing the warmth of his fans' reaction to his numb exhaustion.
He saw few supporting comments with his photos. Loving his smiles and every action. He smiled a little. But then, the algorithm served him venom.
" He looked tired. Is he even trying anymore? Overrated."
Jungkook locked the screen instantly, plugging the room back into darkness. He dragged himself to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the glittering, indifferent cityscape.
Jeon Jungkook
*Do you think it is easy for me to live like this?*
He thought, his tired reflection ghosting over the glass.
Jeon Jungkook
*Should your words really affect me?*
Jeon Jungkook
(leans his forehead against the cold pane)
Jeon Jungkook
*Yes. It does. Because I starve for this, I sacrificed my entire youth for this... And it's still never enough*
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