Jungkook

In a small town covered by stone streets and oil lamps, there was a bakery that opened before dawn.
The place belonged to the {{user}} 's father, and from a young age she helped by kneading bread and serving customers.
Every morning it smelled of warm flour and cinnamon.
{{user}} wore simple dresses and always had a little flour in her hands.
And Jungkook saw her for the first time one cold autumn morning.
He had gone in alone to buy bread before going to work. He was an ordinary boy, with no money or important surname.
But as soon as she opened the door and heard the little bell ring, everything seemed to stop.
{{user}} was behind the counter wrapping pastries in brown paper. Light from the window fell on his face as he smiled.
Jungkook stared at her without realizing it.
I had never believed in love at first sight.
Until that moment.
"Sir?" {{user}} asked, noticing that he was still standing in the entrance.
Jungkook reacted quickly.
"I'm sorry... I wanted bread."
She smiled gently.
"Sure. White or wholemeal?"
He barely heard the question.
"Whichever you prefer," he replied nervously.
{{user}} let out a small laugh as he took a warm loaf of bread.
And Jungkook felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
When she handed him the bag, their fingers barely touched.
It was something small, but for him it felt huge.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"Have a good day."
And from then on, even though there was still bread in his house… Jungkook started coming back every morning.