V was used to cameras.

Stage cameras. Brand cameras. Fansite cameras.

Everywhere he went, flashes followed him ✨

But somehow… the only camera that ever made him nervous belonged to one quiet photographer named Jungkook 😭💜

It started during a winter photoshoot in Seoul.

Taehyung had worked with hundreds of photographers before, so he expected the same thing again — poses, lights, fake smiles.

Instead, he noticed a boy in an oversized black hoodie quietly adjusting his camera lens in the corner.

No unnecessary talking.

No trying to impress him.

Just focused eyes and soft concentration.

“That’s Jungkook,” one staff member whispered.

“New photographer. Crazy talented.”

Taehyung nodded casually… but his eyes kept drifting back toward him 😭✨

The shoot started.

Usually Taehyung was naturally confident in front of cameras, but every time Jungkook lifted the lens toward him, something felt different.

Like Jungkook wasn’t photographing an idol.

He was seeing him.

“Perfect,” Jungkook murmured absentmindedly while checking a shot.

Taehyung blinked.

“What?”

Jungkook looked up suddenly, realizing he’d spoken out loud 😭😂

“I—I mean the lighting. The lighting is perfect.”

Taehyung smiled slowly.

“Sure.”

After that day, they kept crossing paths.

Music video shoots. Fashion events. Airport schedules.

And somehow, Taehyung always searched for Jungkook first in every crowded room 🥹💜

One night, after a concert, Taehyung escaped to the rooftop of the hotel because he was exhausted.

Fame was loud.

Too loud sometimes.

He expected silence there… but instead found Jungkook sitting near the edge, editing photos on his laptop.

“Oh,” Jungkook looked surprised.

“Sorry, I can leave if you want.”

“No,” Taehyung answered quickly.

Then softer,

“Stay.”

Cold wind moved through the rooftop as city lights glowed below them 🌃✨

Jungkook quietly turned the laptop toward him.

On the screen were hundreds of photos from tour.

But unlike official pictures, these were different.

Taehyung laughing backstage.

Taehyung sleeping in the car.

Taehyung staring at rain through windows.

Taehyung looking tired when nobody else noticed 😭

“You kept all these?”

Jungkook looked nervous suddenly.

“I was going to delete them if you were uncomfortable.”

Taehyung shook his head slowly.

“No one’s ever looked at me this gently before.” 💜

Jungkook froze for a second after hearing that 😭💜

Because to him, Taehyung had always looked beautiful naturally.

Not just idol-beautiful.

Human beautiful.

The kind that happened in tiny moments nobody else noticed ✨

Like when Taehyung smiled at staff members after exhausting schedules.

Or how he quietly covered sleeping members with blankets during flights.

Or the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at the night sky.

Jungkook had captured all of it without even realizing 🥹

On the rooftop, silence settled comfortably between them.

Then Taehyung suddenly pointed at one photo.

It was blurry — Taehyung laughing mid-motion while rain fell around him after a concert 🌧️✨

“This one,” he whispered.

“It feels… real.”

Jungkook looked at him softly.

“Because you were happy.”

Taehyung turned toward him then.

Not toward the city.

Not toward the lights.

Toward Jungkook.

And for the first time in a long while, Taehyung felt seen beyond stages, fame, and expectations 😭💜

After that night, things changed quietly.

Taehyung started stealing Jungkook during schedules 😭😂

“Come eat with me.”

“Walk with me.”

“Take photos for me only.”

Staff members noticed immediately.

One manager literally sighed,

“There they go again.” 😂✨

But Jungkook still stayed careful.

Because Taehyung was one of the biggest idols in the world.

And Jungkook was… just a photographer.

At least, that’s what he thought.

One evening during an overseas tour in Paris, Taehyung found Jungkook alone near the backstage corridor editing pictures again.

“You work too much,” Taehyung complained.

“You pose too much,” Jungkook replied instantly 😭

Taehyung gasped dramatically.

“Wow. Attitude.”

Jungkook laughed softly, and Taehyung genuinely paused for a second.

Because Jungkook rarely laughed loudly… but when he did, it felt warm enough to make everything else disappear 🥹✨

Without thinking, Taehyung reached out and fixed Jungkook’s slightly messy hair.

The moment his fingers brushed Jungkook’s forehead, both of them went completely silent 😭💜

Jungkook looked up slowly.

Taehyung’s heartbeat was suddenly way too fast.

“I…” Taehyung whispered.

But before he could finish, distant staff voices echoed through the hallway.

Reality came rushing back.

Idol. Photographer. Cameras. Headlines.

Taehyung stepped back immediately.

And Jungkook’s expression fell just a little 🥺

The rest of the night felt strangely quiet after that moment in the hallway 😭💜

Taehyung tried acting normal during the schedule, smiling for cameras and joking with staff… but his mind kept replaying the feeling of Jungkook’s soft hair under his fingers 🥹✨

And Jungkook?

He suddenly couldn’t look at Taehyung properly anymore.

Every time their eyes met, he’d instantly look away and mumble,

“Taehyung-hyung, the staff is calling you,”

or

“Hyung, you should rest.”

That word — hyung — somehow made Taehyung’s heart beat even faster 😭💜

Late that night, everyone finally returned to the hotel in Paris.

Taehyung couldn’t sleep.

So naturally… he ended up outside Jungkook’s hotel room at 2 AM 😂✨

He knocked softly.

A few seconds later the door opened, revealing Jungkook in oversized sweats, sleepy eyes, and messy hair.

Both of them just stared at each other for a moment 😭

“Hyung?” Jungkook blinked.

“Why are you awake?”

Taehyung leaned against the doorway dramatically.

“I missed my photographer.”

Jungkook immediately turned red.

“Hyung…”

Taehyung laughed softly and walked inside before Jungkook could protest.

The room was dimly lit, camera equipment scattered everywhere, soft music playing quietly in the background 🎶✨

“You really live like this?” Taehyung teased while looking around.

“You’re one to talk,” Jungkook muttered.

Taehyung smiled… then suddenly noticed photos spread across the desk.

Not official idol pictures.

Just… him.

Taehyung sleeping during flights.

Taehyung holding coffee cups.

Taehyung smiling at sunsets from car windows 🌇💜

Moments Taehyung himself didn’t even remember.

Jungkook instantly moved to hide them.

“Hyung, wait—”

But Taehyung gently caught his wrist.

“Don’t.”

Jungkook froze.

Taehyung looked at the photos quietly before whispering,

“You make me look like someone worth loving.”

Jungkook’s breath caught 😭✨

“Hyung…” his voice came out small.

Taehyung finally looked up at him.

And suddenly the distance between them felt painfully tiny.

“No cameras right now,” Taehyung whispered softly.

“No idol either.”

He stepped a little closer.

“Just me.”

Jungkook’s heart was practically breaking at that point 🥹💜

Because Taehyung was looking at him so gently… like he was something precious.

And Jungkook knew right then —

he was completely, hopelessly gone for him ✨

Jungkook tried so hard to stay calm 😭💜

But Taehyung standing that close — sleepy eyes, soft voice, oversized hoodie sleeves covering his hands — was making it impossible.

“Hyung…” Jungkook whispered carefully,

“You shouldn’t look at me like that.”

Taehyung tilted his head slightly.

“Like what?”

“Like…” Jungkook looked down nervously.

“Like I matter too much.”

The room went quiet 🥹✨

Taehyung’s expression softened instantly.

“You do matter too much,” he admitted quietly.

Jungkook’s breath literally stopped 😭

For months, he had convinced himself this was one-sided.

That he was just the photographer who happened to notice too many things about an idol he admired.

But Taehyung was standing here at 2 AM looking at him like he was home 💜

“I’m scared,” Jungkook confessed softly.

“People already watch everything you do. If they knew about this—”

Taehyung stepped closer before he could finish.

“Then let them watch,” he whispered.

“Hyung…”

“I’m tired of pretending I don’t search for you first everywhere I go.” 😭✨

Jungkook looked up slowly.

Taehyung smiled a little sadly.

“You know what my favorite part of every schedule is?”

Jungkook shook his head.

“Finding you behind the camera.”

That completely broke whatever control Jungkook had left 🥹💜

Without thinking, he reached out and held Taehyung’s hand carefully, almost like he was afraid Taehyung would disappear.

But instead of pulling away, Taehyung intertwined their fingers immediately 😭✨

Warm. Certain. Natural.

Jungkook laughed softly in disbelief.

“Hyung… we’re really doing this?”

Taehyung grinned.

“I think we’ve been doing this for a while now.”

And then, slowly, gently — like they had all the time in the world — Taehyung leaned forward and rested his forehead against Jungkook’s 💜

No cameras.

No screaming crowds.

No idol image.

Just Taehyung.

Just Jungkook.

And a quiet hotel room in Paris where two people finally stopped hiding how much they loved each other ✨

After Paris, everything between V and Jungkook changed quietly 😭💜

Not loudly.

Not officially.

Just… softly.

Jungkook started keeping an extra coffee ready during schedules because Taehyung always forgot to eat properly ☕✨

And Taehyung somehow always ended up beside Jungkook whenever breaks happened.

Managers noticed immediately 😂

One stylist whispered one day,

“They’re attached at this point.”

Honestly? True 😭💜

But despite all the happiness, hiding still hurt sometimes.

Especially during award shows.

Thousands of cameras flashed around them constantly.

They had to act careful, professional, normal.

And Jungkook hated how distant it sometimes forced them to look 🥺

One night after a huge concert in Tokyo, Jungkook stayed behind backstage organizing camera files.

Everyone else had already left.

He sat quietly staring at the screen full of Taehyung’s photos — smiling on stage, laughing during rehearsals, shining under blue lights ✨

But suddenly exhaustion hit him harder than expected.

Because loving someone so publicly loved by the world felt terrifying sometimes.

“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?”

Jungkook looked up instantly.

Taehyung stood in the doorway wearing a cap and mask, hands tucked into hoodie pockets 😭💜

“How did you know?”

“Because you bite your lip when you’re anxious.”

Jungkook blinked.

Taehyung noticed that too? 🥹✨

Taehyung walked over slowly and sat beside him.

For a moment neither spoke.

Then Jungkook quietly admitted,

“Sometimes I wonder if this can actually last.”

Taehyung turned toward him immediately.

“Jeon Jungkook,” he said softly,

“I’ve spent my whole life surrounded by people looking at me.”

He gently took Jungkook’s camera from his hands.

“But you…”

Taehyung smiled faintly.

“You’re the first person who ever truly saw me.”

Jungkook’s eyes instantly watered 😭💜

Taehyung brushed his thumb softly against Jungkook’s knuckles.

“So yeah,” he whispered.

“I think we’re worth fighting for.” ✨

Jungkook didn’t answer immediately 😭💜

He just looked at Taehyung quietly… like he was trying to memorize him.

The dim backstage lights.

The tired softness in his eyes.

The way Taehyung still reached for his hand first, even after exhausting schedules 🥹✨

Then Jungkook finally laughed softly and shook his head.

“You always say things that make it impossible not to love you, hyung.”

Taehyung grinned proudly.

“That’s because I’m charming.”

“You’re annoying.”

“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”

“…unfortunately.”

Both of them burst into quiet laughter 😂💜

For a little while, everything felt light again.

Then Taehyung suddenly stood up and held out his hand dramatically.

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Hyung, that sounds suspicious.”

Taehyung ignored him and dragged him out anyway 😭✨

Thirty minutes later, Jungkook found himself standing on the rooftop of their hotel in Tokyo.

The city lights stretched endlessly below them 🌃💜

Cold wind moved through Jungkook’s hair as Taehyung leaned against the railing beside him.

“No cameras tonight,” Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook smiled a little.

“That’s impossible around you.”

Taehyung looked at him then. Really looked at him.

“Then don’t be my photographer right now.”

Jungkook’s heartbeat sped up instantly 😭✨

“Be mine instead.”

Silence.

The entire world genuinely felt like it stopped for a second 🥹💜

Jungkook stared at him in shock.

“Hyung…”

Taehyung suddenly looked nervous for the first time all night.

“I know things are complicated,” he admitted quietly.

“And scary. But every future I imagine somehow has you in it.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened immediately.

Taehyung continued carefully,

“So even if we have to be careful… even if the world never fully understands…”

He smiled shakily.

“I still want this. I still want you.”

Jungkook didn’t realize he was crying until Taehyung gently wiped under his eyes 😭💜

“You really make me emotional all the time,” Jungkook mumbled.

Taehyung laughed softly.

“Come here.”

And this time, when Jungkook kissed him, it wasn’t hesitant anymore 🌧️✨

It was warm. Certain. Full of every feeling they’d both been trying to hold back for too long.

Under the Tokyo night sky, with no audience except the stars above them…

Taehyung smiled against Jungkook’s lips and whispered:

“There’s my favorite view.” 💜

The Tokyo rooftop became their place after that night 😭🌃💜

Whenever schedules got overwhelming, Taehyung would somehow drag Jungkook there.

Sometimes just to sit quietly.

Sometimes to talk.

Sometimes just to hold him close without cameras watching 🥹✨

And Jungkook slowly realized something:

Taehyung always took care of him first.

If Jungkook skipped meals, Taehyung noticed immediately.

If he looked tired during editing, Taehyung would quietly steal his laptop away and force him to rest 😭😂

“Hyung, give it back.”

“No.”

“I have deadlines.”

“And I have a stubborn boyfriend.”

Jungkook’s face instantly turned red every single time Taehyung called him that 💜

One rainy evening after schedules, they ended up alone again in Taehyung’s hotel room 🌧️✨

Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on the couch editing photos while Taehyung watched him from bed.

“You know,” Taehyung said lazily,

“I think you love your camera more than me.”

Jungkook snorted.

“Impossible. My camera stresses me less.”

“So rude.”

Taehyung got up dramatically and walked over, stopping right in front of Jungkook.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook laughed nervously.

Instead of answering, Taehyung gently took the camera from his hands and placed it aside.

“Hyung—”

“Enough work.”

Then Taehyung sat beside him, arms wrapping naturally around Jungkook’s waist as he pulled him closer 😭💜

Jungkook melted almost instantly.

Because no matter how confident Taehyung looked on stage… with him, he was always soft first 🥹✨

Taehyung pressed a lingering kiss against Jungkook’s forehead.

“You work too hard.”

Jungkook smiled quietly and rested his head against Taehyung’s shoulder.

“And you worry too much.”

“Only about things I love.”

The room fell silent after that.

Warm. Safe. Intimate in the quietest way possible 💜🌧️

And as rain tapped softly against the windows, Jungkook realized something that scared him a little:

No matter how loud the world became outside…

being in Taehyung’s arms always felt like peace ✨

Rain kept falling softly outside the hotel windows 🌧️💜

Jungkook had almost fallen asleep against Taehyung’s shoulder by now, warm and comfortable in his arms 😭✨

Taehyung looked down at him and smiled quietly.

“How are you this cute even when you’re half asleep?”

Jungkook groaned dramatically.

“Hyung… stop talking.”

“Nope.”

“You’re annoying.”

“And you love me.”

“…sadly.”

Taehyung laughed softly and pressed another kiss into Jungkook’s hair 🥹💜

For a while they just stayed like that — tangled together on the couch while rain filled the silence around them.

No performances.

No cameras.

No expectations.

Just warmth.

Then Jungkook suddenly looked up at him.

“Hyung?”

“Hm?”

“What if one day everything changes?”

Taehyung’s expression softened instantly.

Instead of answering right away, he gently brushed his fingers across Jungkook’s cheek, thumb resting near the corner of his lips 😭✨

“Then we’ll change together.”

Jungkook’s heart genuinely hurt at how sincere he sounded 🥹💜

Taehyung leaned closer slowly, giving Jungkook enough time to pull away if he wanted.

But Jungkook only moved closer too.

Their kiss this time was unhurried. Soft. Sleepy. Familiar ✨

The kind of kiss that felt less like fireworks and more like home.

When they finally pulled apart, Jungkook stayed tucked against Taehyung’s chest while Taehyung wrapped the blanket around both of them.

“Stay like this,” Jungkook whispered quietly.

Taehyung smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Always.” 💜