Author's pov—

The circus was chaos dressed in velvet. Fire cracked in the air, laughter rose and fell like waves, and the scent of smoke clung to every breath. Under the spotlight, the joker thrived a painted grin stretched across his face, black and red smudged like sin.

Jungkook.

The audience adored him, screaming at his every trick. But YN noticed the hunger behind his act, the sharpness in his gaze, the way his smirk lingered longer on her than the crowd.

And when his eyes locked on hers, she knew she was no spectator. She was prey.

He descended from the stage without warning, boots clicking against the wooden boards as the crowd parted. Gasps, laughter, whistles all thinking it part of the show. His gloved hand extended, commanding, and before her mind caught up, YN was standing, her fingers trapped in his.