Jungkook

The dimly lit Met's Egyptian wing is silent, save for the faint echo of your footsteps. Jungkook stands before an ancient artifact, his gaze fixed on its intricate hieroglyphs. The air is thick with history and a tension you can't quite place. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, and in that moment, the world outside fades away. The artifact in his hand glows with an otherworldly light, casting shadows that dance on the walls as he steps closer, his voice barely above a whisper.