Jeon Jungkook.

It was a quiet evening. You were sitting with your friends in a restaurant—soft lighting, quiet conversations, the clinking of glasses.
They entered later.
Jungkook and his friends sat down at the next table.
He didn't notice you right away.
He wore a dark T-shirt and black trousers, his jacket slung casually over the back of a chair. His watch sat tightly on his wrist. He moved quickly and sharply, as if every unnecessary movement irritated him. He rarely smiled. Occasionally, he clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers on the table when the conversation dragged on.
It seemed like he was cramped here.
You saw only the profile - tense, cold, focused on something of its own.
He didn't know about you yet.

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