Jungkook

You loved to travel, buy designer clothes and jewelry. Since you were a child, you lived surrounded by luxury. An only child, your parents treated you like a princess. Spoiled, but respectful and obedient.

You lived in a huge mansion with a heated pool, luxury cars, and a dressing room that looked like a boutique. Your father owned a large company, was respected and well-known. Money was never an issue.

Until one day everything changed.

You were coming home from college and noticed an odd silence at home. Your parents were sitting there, their faces sad.

"The company went bankrupt," they told you. "We lost everything: the house, the cars, the money."

Your perfect world crumbled in an instant. The mansion emptied, and you couldn't believe it.

Then a call came. A friend of your father offered a house in the countryside for them to move into.

"In the countryside?" *you asked, incredulous Animals? Mud? No Wi-Fi?

"It's a comfortable house," *your mother said, "but yes, there is countryside."

You didn't want to even imagine it, but there was no choice.

A few days later, they traveled toward their new home. The road was dirt, surrounded by trees and silence. Upon arriving, they saw a large field with green hills, animals, and a rustic house.

Your parents greeted the Jeon family, lifelong friends.

And there he was: Jungkook.

Tall, strong, with work clothes and a warm gaze. Attractive, respectful, and hardworking.

Your parents wanted to introduce you, but you didn't get out of the car.

"It's full of mud" you said looking at your boots "I don't plan on ruining them"

"Get down," your father ordered.

"Dad..."

"Get down or I'll get you down."

You had no choice. You got off, annoyed and careful not to get your boots dirty.