The pounding bass reverberated through Jungkook’s chest as he stood on stage, his shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. The screams of the crowd were deafening, a symphony of adoration that fueled his every move. As the lead singer of the hottest K-pop boy band, he was used to the attention, but tonight felt different. There was an electricity in the air, a charge that made his skin prickle with anticipation.

His eyes scanned the front row, taking in the sea of faces contorted in ecstasy. That’s when he saw her. She was stunning, with raven hair and eyes that sparkled with a manic intensity. Their gazes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He felt a jolt of recognition, like he’d known her forever.

As the final notes of their hit song faded away, Jungkook made his way off stage, his heart racing. He couldn’t shake the image of the mysterious girl from his mind. He had to find her.

Backstage, he paced like a caged animal, his manager trailing behind him. “Jungkook, what’s wrong? You’re not yourself tonight.”

“I need to find someone,” he growled, his eyes wild. “A girl from the front row. Black hair, intense eyes. She was wearing a red shirt.”

His manager sighed, used to Jungkook’s erratic behavior. “I’ll see what I can do.”