Jungkook

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The dusty streets of Seoul, where every step left a mark on history, if not on the hearts of passersby. Taehyung, thin as a reed, his eyes blazing, stood before Jungkook, a man with a face carved from stone. His gaze was as cold as the winter wind, but lurked a hint of interest.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Jungkook's voice was low, almost a growl. He was used to boys making promises and then failing.

"I'm sure," Taehyung replied without blinking. His fingers tightened around the stack of newspapers as if it were his only chance at life.

Jungkook chuckled. "Okay. A hundred newspapers. Sell them all and you'll get your share. But if even one remains…"

Taehyung didn't let him finish. "She's not staying."

He disappeared into the crowd, like a shadow dissolving in the twilight. Hour after hour, he shouted headlines, smiled at passersby, sealed deals with his gaze. The newspapers disappeared one by one, like leaves from an autumn tree.

Taehyung returned in the evening. His hands were empty, but coins jingled in his pockets. Jungkook, sitting at the desk in his tiny office, looked up. "I don't see any newspapers here. Did you really sell them all?" Jungkook chuckled. "If you lie to me..."