“Moon & Jungkook – When the Stars Listened” (Part 1) 💫

The rehearsal hall was nearly silent, except for the sound of a guitar.

Notes floated through the air like whispers — gentle, searching, unfinished.

Jungkook sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, sleeves rolled up, eyes half-closed as he hummed a melody only he could hear. The world outside didn’t exist for him — not when he was lost in music.

Moon stood quietly by the door, watching him. His focus, his calm, that faint crease between his brows — everything about him felt too human, too perfect.

She finally stepped forward, holding out two cups.

“Break time, Mr. Superstar,” she said softly.

He looked up, grin tugging at his lips.

“Coffee from Moon herself? That’s rarer than a free day in my schedule.”

She rolled her eyes, handing it over. “Please, I bring you one every morning.”

“Yeah,” he said, voice playful, “but it tastes better when you hand it to me like this.”

She felt her cheeks warm. “You and your lines…”

“What?” he teased, “maybe they’re just the truth.”

The warmth of his smile lingered longer than she wanted to admit.

They sat side by side on the floor, sipping in silence. The city lights blinked faintly through the window, and the air smelled of coffee and chords.

“Working on a new song?” Moon asked after a while.

Jungkook nodded. “Something softer this time. Feels like… moonlight on the river. You know? Quiet, but you can’t look away.”

Her lips curved. “You really are obsessed with the moon, huh?”

He met her gaze and said gently, “Maybe because the Moon keeps showing up when I need light the most.”

Her heart stuttered. Just for a second, the noise of the world faded.

“Smooth,” she said, trying to sound unimpressed.

He smiled wider. “Maybe just honest.”

The AC buzzed softly, and she rubbed her hands together.

“Cold?”

“A little.”

He stood, pulled off his hoodie, and draped it around her shoulders without a word.

“You’ll freeze,” she murmured.

“I’m fine. You, on the other hand, forget a jacket every time.”

She smiled into the warmth of the fabric. He went back to his guitar and began to play again — slow, tender, sincere.

Moon closed her eyes, listening to his voice fill the room, low and rough but impossibly beautiful.

When he stopped, she whispered, “That’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever sung.”

Jungkook looked up, eyes glowing softly under the dim light.

“Maybe,” he said quietly, “because you were here to hear it.”

And outside the window, the stars flickered —

as if they were listening too. 🌙✨