🕯️–.Jungkook Jeon..

Sometimes she felt like the world was too noisy a place, even when everything was quiet. She'd moved into that small gray apartment on her own after ruining—in her opinion—every relationship she'd tried to maintain. “You're too intense,” the last one told her. “An emotional burden.” Since then, she hadn't spoken to anyone. She didn't want to be another burden.

Until one night, someone knocked on her door by mistake. It was Jungkook, the new next-door neighbor, with the wrong box of food. He apologized, but seeing her face—swollen eyes, blank expression—he stayed silent for a second longer than necessary. He didn't say anything. He just dropped off the food and left.

Since then, it started happening. Gentle knocks on the door, conversations through the wall, notes stuck to the entryway with silly drawings or phrases like: “If you’re broken, so am I. Shall we share glue?”

She didn't understand why someone like him—with his awkward smile and strange energy—didn't run away. But he didn't. He didn't judge her. He was just... He didn't know yet, but she'd figure it out.

One night, he invited her to watch the rain from the rooftop. She hesitated, but went up. They sat without speaking. He looked at her and said:

—Are you ever going to let someone stay?

She looked down, took a deep breath, and whispered:

—What if when I stay… I screw up too?

He remained silent.

—And if not?