IS IT MY FAULT? || TK || COMPLETED

57

Third person pov

As the plane touched down on the bustling tarmac of Tokyo's Narita International Airport, excitement filled the air. Jungkook stepped off the aircraft, the bright sun shining down, momentarily blinding him as he adjusted his sunglasses. The moment he emerged from the terminal, a wave of noise hit him. The crowd erupted into cheers, hundreds of fans eagerly waiting for their idol, their voices a roar of excitement and admiration.

"Jungkook! Over here!"

The shouts mixed with the incessant clicking of cameras as paparazzi swarmed around him, trying for the perfect shot. Jungkook, clad in a stylish black shirt and jeans, raised a hand to acknowledge his fans, a warm smile breaking through the usual cool demeanor he wore in public. His heart raced as he took in the sea of supportive faces, some holding signs adorned with his name, while others waved glow sticks and banners, their faces lit with sheer joy.

His bodyguards moved in close, forming a protective barrier around him as they maneuvered through the throng. Jungkook kept his head up, focusing on the energy of the crowd, the familiar rush of performing for his fans flooding his senses. He felt gratitude swell within him, thankful for the unwavering support that had followed him through his career.

"Make way! Please step back!" one of the guards shouted, clearing a path through the excited mob. Jungkook's heart raced at the intensity of the moment, but he was trained for this. He continued to walk calmly, his gait steady and confident, as fans reached out in hopes of touching him, their hands brushing against his as he passed.

Suddenly, a fan managed to break through the security line, rushing forward with tears in her eyes. "Jungkook! I love you!" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion. Jungkook instinctively paused, his heart softening at the sight. He leaned in, offering a quick smile and a wave before his bodyguards gently pulled him along. The moment was fleeting but powerful, a reminder of the connection he shared with his fans.

In no time, he was ushered into the sleek black SUV waiting just beyond the chaos. As the door closed behind him, a sense of relief washed over him, the noise muffled as he settled into the plush seat. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, and glanced out the tinted window at the bustling city beyond.

As the car made its way through the vibrant streets of Tokyo, the bright city lights reflected off the tinted windows, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors inside the vehicle. Jungkook leaned back, letting the rhythm of the city ease the tension from his shoulders when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He retrieved it, glancing at the screen to see Rosé's name illuminating in bright letters. Taking a deep breath, he answered the call, holding the device to his ear.

"Hey, Jungkook! I just wanted to check in and see that you made it safely," Rosé's voice came through, light but tinged with a hint of worry.

"Yeah, I'm here," he replied, his tone calm. "Just got into the car. The airport was packed, but it all went smoothly."

"I'm glad to hear that," she responded, a small sigh of relief evident in her voice. "You know how these things can get. It's always chaotic."

"Right," Jungkook replied, glancing out at the bustling streets. "But it's all part of the job."

There was a brief silence on the line, and Jungkook could sense Rosé's hesitance. "Are you excited about the festival? It sounds like it's going to be huge."

"Yeah, it should be amazing," he said, forcing enthusiasm into his voice. "I'll be meeting with the other artists and producers soon, so it's a packed schedule."

"I just hope you take some time for yourself too," Rosé said, her tone more tender. "You work so hard, Jungkook. Just don't forget to enjoy it a little."