The morning of my first photo shoot was a mix of excitement and nervousness. Jungkook had agreed to accompany me, and his presence was a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of the fashion world. The studio was bustling with activity as makeup artists, stylists, and photographers prepared for the day’s work. I was guided to a changing room where a sultry outfit awaited me—an elegant black dress that hugged every curve of my body, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination.

The dress was designed with intricate lace detailing and a daring slit that reached mid-thigh. The plunging neckline accentuated my cleavage, and the fabric was so form-fitting that it felt like a second skin. I could already feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I looked at myself in the mirror, the dress revealing more than I was used to.

Jungkook waited outside, his presence a reassuring force. When I finally emerged from the changing room, his eyes widened slightly, and I could see the admiration in his gaze. He walked over to me, his smile a mix of pride and possessiveness.

“You look amazing,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

“That outfit really suits you.” he said as he pulled me close to him, his hand lingering on my waist as he tried to adjust the neckline making sure in didn't show too much of what I didn't need the public eye seeing

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to steady my nerves.

“I’m a bit nervous, though.”  I said as he pulled back with a soft sme

“You’ll do great,” he reassured me, taking my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

The photo shoot began, and I was soon under the bright studio lights, surrounded by a team of professionals who guided me through various poses. The photographer, a man in his mid-thirties with a sharp eye for detail, directed me with a practiced ease. I noticed him adjusting the angles to capture the best shots, but as he moved around, his camera frequently focused on my cleavage.

Each time I shifted or posed, the photographer seemed to find a way to capture more of my exposed skin. I could see the flash of the camera and feel the weight of his gaze on me, making me increasingly uncomfortable. I tried to stay composed, but the situation was beginning to grate on me.

Jungkook, who had been watching from the sidelines, noticed the photographer’s persistent focus on my cleavage. His expression shifted from admiration to something darker—protectiveness mixed with a hint of jealousy. I could see the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes narrowed as he watched the photographer’s camera lens zoom in on me.

As I struck another pose, the photographer moved in for a close-up shot that left little to the imagination. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and the weight of Jungkook’s gaze on my back. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust my position, but it only seemed to make matters worse.

Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Jungkook strode over to me, his expression serious. He stood directly in front of me, blocking the photographer’s view. The room fell silent, and everyone turned to look at the unexpected interruption.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked, his voice low and firm.

The photographer looked taken aback but nodded, stepping aside. Jungkook’s intense gaze was fixed on me, and I could see the protective streak in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

“I’m fine,” I said, though my voice trembled slightly. “Just a bit uncomfortable with how much he’s focusing on my… cleavage.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, and he looked back at the photographer with a steely gaze. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to focus so much on her cleavage. This is supposed to be a professional shoot.”

The photographer opened his mouth to respond, but Jungkook didn’t give him a chance. He took a step closer to me, his hand gently cupping my face. The intensity in his eyes was both reassuring and electrifying.

Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was fierce and full of unspoken emotion—a blend of possessiveness and passion. I was taken aback but quickly melted into the kiss, feeling his warmth and the strong emotions behind it. The studio seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment.

When Jungkook finally pulled away, his eyes were filled with a mix of relief and vulnerability. The photographer and the rest of the crew watched in stunned silence, clearly taken aback by the sudden display of affection.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook said, his voice softer now. “I just couldn’t stand seeing you uncomfortable.”

I nodded, still catching my breath from the kiss. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Jungkook turned to the photographer, his expression firm. “If you could adjust your focus to capture the outfit more professionally, that would be great. She deserves to be portrayed in the best light possible, not just for the parts of her that are revealed.”

The photographer nodded, clearly chastened, and began adjusting his approach. Jungkook’s gaze remained protective, and I could feel his presence as a comforting shield against the scrutiny of the camera.

The rest of the shoot continued with a newfound sense of professionalism, and Jungkook stayed close by, his presence a constant reminder of his support and love. Despite the earlier discomfort, I managed to get through the session with renewed confidence, thanks in large part to Jungkook’s intervention.

As we wrapped up and headed out of the studio, Jungkook’s hand remained firmly clasped in mine. The day had been intense, but his actions had reaffirmed how much he cared for me.

“Are you okay now?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I am,” I replied, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks to you.”

Jungkook’s expression softened, and he pulled me into a gentle hug. “I just want you to be happy and comfortable. That’s all that matters to me.”

The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude for his presence. The day had been challenging, but with Jungkook by my side, I felt ready to face whatever came next.