Alyra's hand gripped Jungkook's elbow so tightly her knuckles had turned white, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his magenta tuxedo like it was the only thing keeping her from drowning. The camera flashes were relentless, bursts of white light that seemed to come from every direction, disorienting and blinding, making it impossible to see where she was going, what was in front of her, who was watching.

She felt exposed. Vulnerable. Like every eye in the world was fixed on her, dissecting her appearance, judging her, analysing every detail of the woman who'd somehow captured Jeon Jungkook's attention.