Beyond The Camera

The Problem He Doesn't Want to Lose

Taehyung POV

Taehyung arrived on set the next morning pretending nothing was different.

Pretending his heart hadn't jolted when Jungkook said he noticed him.
Pretending he didn't replay that soft, shy line over and over.
Pretending the air between them wasn't getting thick enough to choke on.

He walked through the studio doors like royalty, chin up, shoulders back, robe slung over his arm.
He was the star — the fantasy — the one everyone else looked at.

So why was he searching for someone else?

His eyes skimmed the crew until they landed on him.

Jungkook, kneeling beside a lighting rig, hands steady, hair falling into his eyes again. His focus was sharp today. Too sharp. Like he was trying very hard not to think about something.

Taehyung's stomach tightened.

He shouldn't care.
He shouldn't wonder if Jungkook was avoiding him.

But he did.

"Morning, Tae," a makeup artist chirped.

Taehyung smiled automatically, but his gaze stayed locked on Jungkook.

The moment Jungkook sensed he was being watched, he froze mid-reach. His shoulders stiffened. He looked up—slowly.

Their eyes met.

Something electric snapped between them, invisible but strong enough to hit Taehyung right in the chest.

Jungkook immediately looked away.

Taehyung hated that.

"Oh, so we're ignoring me now?" he muttered under his breath.

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The director was in a good mood today.
"Okay, folks! We're doing a slutty set. Dirty. Lots of focus on Taehyung's expression."

Perfect.
Exactly what Taehyung didn't need.

His partner for the day — a sleek, muscular porn star who always tried too hard — walked up with a cocky smile.

"Looks like we're paired again," he said, leaning into Taehyung's space.

Taehyung stepped sideways, blocking him with his robe. "Stay in character, not in my bubble."

The star pouted. Taehyung didn't care.

Because Jungkook was watching them from behind the camera.

Not obviously.
Not even openly.

But Taehyung felt the pull of his gaze from across the room like gravity.

He didn't look away this time.

Neither did Jungkook.

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When the scene started, Taehyung did what he did best.

He controlled the room.

Soft touches.
Controlled breaths.
Expressions that sold the illusion without letting it become real.

But today, every move he made felt connected to the boy behind the lens.

When he tilted his head and let his lips part—
he wondered if Jungkook's breath caught.

When his partner leaned in a little too close—
he wondered if Jungkook noticed.

When Taehyung let out a soft noise for the camera—
not explicit, just suggestive, the kind that lingered—
he wondered if Jungkook's hands tightened.