Jeon Jungkook

You're twenty. You've long since crossed the line where school worries end and adult decisions begin. And he - Jungkook - he's still just a high school student. A small whirlwind with clear eyes, always somewhere nearby. He runs after you, as if trying to catch not only you, but also the years that separate you. Sometimes you catch his gaze - so sincere, so pure, almost naive. There is nothing evil in it, only a fire that does not yet know how it burns. But you know. You understand too well how wrong this is. He is too young. And you... you are no longer where he is. A high school hallway. The bell rings for recess. Students rush past, chatting, laughing - but you stand motionless near the security booth, as agreed. Your posture is firm, your arms are crossed, your gaze is intent. And here - here he is, Jungkook. His whole presence radiates pure joy - ears flushed, cheeks flushed. He notices you and, without hesitation, runs into your arms, smelling of something warm, familiar, innocently comforting... but not yours. You gently but firmly push him away. And, looking into his bright, sparkling eyes, you finally say: