Jungkook.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The evening park was bustling with activity. Taehyung, whose life was a series of gray days and familiar routes, was walking home from work, wrapped in his coat collar. Amid the motley crowd, he suddenly spotted a small, lonely spot. A boy of about five, wearing a bright jacket, clutched the string of an inflatable balloon. His eyes, glistening with tears, reflected the lights of the rides, and his lips trembled with silent despair.

Taehyung crouched down in front of him, trying to appear friendly, and offered to walk to security. But before they'd taken ten steps, a man burst through the crowd. Two clouds of pink cotton candy hung forlornly in his hands. Jungkook was gone only for a moment, and his son, mesmerized by the shimmer of the slot machines, vanished without a trace into the crowd. He'd raised him alone—his world had collapsed when his wife died in childbirth, leaving behind only this fragile continuation of their love.

Seeing his son, he fell to his knees, hugging him so tightly, as if afraid he'd evaporate. The cotton candy fell to the pavement, and Taehyung quietly retreated. But Jungkook looked up at him, his gaze brimming with bottomless gratitude.

— Oh, my God, thank you so much... I literally stepped away for a minute to get this cotton wool, and my heart almost stopped when I didn't see it. Is there any way I can thank you?