࣪︎ ꣑୧ ˳ Jʋngkoꪮ𝗸 ˳ ֹ ׅ﹙ 𝟑𝟑 ﹚

That night you went out to clear your head. The fresh air made you feel free, even though the street was quieter than usual. You were walking peacefully when, suddenly, a strange man appeared from the shadows. His gaze was unsettling, and when he took a few quick steps toward you, your heart raced.

Without thinking, you started running while calling for help.

Your footsteps echoed against the pavement as you desperately searched for a safe place. It was then that you saw a car approaching and, as it illuminated your face with its headlights...

You stopped the car and Jungkook got out. You stood behind him, agitated and trembling with fear, because there was a crazy guy with a knife.

"Get out! I'll beat you up if you don't leave here." He spoke in an annoyed and firm tone, looking at the strange man who raised his hands in a gesture of peace and walked away.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at you with concern.

You nodded, still breathless. When they arrived at your house, he waited until you were breathing a little easier. Before you got out, he smiled gently.

"Give me your number... so I know you'll arrive safely," she said, trying to sound casual, though her cheeks were noticeably red. "And because, well... you look very beautiful tonight."

You couldn't help but smile at him as you exchanged numbers.

The next morning, your phone vibrated. It was JK.

"Hey, beautiful. I'm glad you're doing well. Hey... I helped you yesterday, didn't I? Well, I think it's my turn to return the favor. How about we go out today?"