IDOL'S OBSESSION

The Puppet Strings Begin to Move

"Look, we've already shortlisted two scenic spots just outside the city. Bigger, private, safer."

"No." Jungkook's voice was a low growl now. "This isn't up for discussion."

" Jungkook, we're not trying to fight you-"

"You already are,"

Jungkook snapped, standing up so violently his chair screeched backward. The entire room fell silent.

"Do I look like someone who gives a damn about logistics right now? You all work for me. Not the other way around."

Min-Jae blinked, stunned at the sudden rage.

"Set the location to that park,"

Jungkook continued, his voice now eerily composed again.

"You have till tonight."

He walked out, slamming the door behind him, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.

-
Outside the meeting room, whispers followed him like shadows.

"Is he okay?"
"What's gotten into him lately?"

"I heard he fired two stylists last week for just touching his sketchbook..."

"His moods are dangerous now-he's not the same Jungkook."

But none of them knew.
They couldn't understand.
Because Jungkook wasn't acting on impulse-he was acting on purpose.

Every temper flare, every stubborn demand, was calculated.
He would go to that park.
And so would she.

He didn't care how much money it cost, or how many rules he had to break.
The distance between them was a sickness-and he was done suffering.

-
The sky over the park glowed a clear blue, touched with soft white clouds drifting lazily overhead. The serenity of the scene stood in stark contrast to the security lockdown happening inside.

Cameras were mounted. Lights adjusted. Crew members spoke into walkie-talkies, hustling back and forth across the soft grass of the park. The area had been cordoned off entirely. Barricades lined the perimeter, guarded by police and hired security. No civilian was allowed past them.

Except one.

And she was about to arrive.

Inside the cleared area, standing like the sun itself, Jungkook adjusted the cuffs of his jacket, nodding at the director for the next scene.

He was dressed in an elegant casual outfit for the luxury brand shoot-charcoal pants hugging his figure perfectly, a crisp white shirt rolled to his forearms, and an undone black tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was styled just enough to look effortlessly disheveled.

Despite the enclosed shoot location, the energy outside the park was wild.

Hundreds of fans were pressed behind barricades, screaming his name. Phones raised. Posters fluttering. The air was heavy with excitement. Even behind tinted windows and tight security, the crowd's admiration surged like electricity.

"Jungkook oppa!"

"We love you!"

"Please look this way!"

He turned toward them, the corners of his lips curling into that heart-melting, boyish smile that had broken millions of hearts across the globe.

He walked closer, flanked by guards, and for a moment-despite everything eating him alive inside-he was calm.
His fans were his first love.
And he never faked it.