The backstage of the show is probably the busiest runway that Jungkook has walked on. Makeup artists and assistants were all over the place. He stands at one corner looking at the the hectic scene unfolding before his eyes but none of them could compare to how his heart was beating rapidly because of the smaller boy sewing the ends of the clothes he’s wearing to perfection.

His hands are steady on his side while the boy is working with the needle and thread to perfect the cuff of his outfit. He watches the boy’s fingers amazed at how small but precisely they move with the needle. His gaze travels to the said boy’s eyebrows and watches them furrow in concentration, beads of sweat forming.

“Are you comfortable?” The boy asks him. This was the first time he was hearing the boy speak. Cute voice, he thought. The boy was gazing up to him as he kneels on the floor to better work on clothes. Jungkook swears he’s never heard such an alluring voice.

His gaze once again travels to the boy’s chest. He can clearly see it now since the boy is kneeling too close for comfort. The skin under the fabric of the boy’s top was alluring. He can see his chest was toned. Not like his but close. He wonders how the skin of the boy under him would feel.  He clears his throat and shakes his head to clear his mind.

“So I take it you’re not comfortable?” The boy under him asks again and he just had to close his eyes while listening to him. He could go on and listen to the boy’s sweet voice but he still has to answer his question. “No. I mean yes. Uhmm...” he stutters.

What the , Kook! He says on his head and mentally slaps himself. “I mean I’m fine. It’s comfy. You’re comfy.” He tries gain but knows he failed. “I mean, not that you’re comfy to look at... Just.. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” He mentally slaps himself again for the second time.

The boy giggles. He freakin giggles and Jungkook ducks his head feeling the heat creep up his neck. “Cute” he hears the boy. “Handsome and cute. I like it.” He turns his eyes to look at the