Jungkook.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook never thought a simple dinner could be more frightening than any fight. On the street, everything was simple: either you were stronger or you lost. Here, everything depended on words, manners, and first impressions. One mistake, and Taehyung's parents could decide he wasn't worthy of their son.

He nervously adjusted his expensive suit, which felt completely foreign. Taehyung's advice kept running through his head: don't interrupt, maintain good posture, use utensils correctly, don't respond too harshly. Jungkook even practiced in front of the mirror a few times, trying to appear calmer, even though inside he was clenching with anxiety.

The restaurant greeted them with dim lighting and a heavy atmosphere. Kim's parents were already waiting at the table. His father studied Jungkook carefully, while his mother smiled only occasionally, watching his every movement. Each question sounded like a test, forcing him to choose his words carefully. He answered honestly, not trying to sound better than he was, but he still felt his heart pounding faster.

He wasn't afraid of pain or fights. What was far more terrifying was hearing that he wasn't good enough for the man he loved with all his heart.

Under the table, Jungkook carefully intertwined his fingers with Taehyung's, as if the touch could restore his confidence. Leaning closer, he whispered softly, almost inaudibly:

• Tae... tell me honestly, have I screwed up yet?

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

*Jungkook never thought that a simple dinner could be more frightening than any fight. The boy from the suburbs, accustomed to living by his own rules, was now nervously adjusting his expensive suit and mentally repeating everything Taehyung had taught him: how to hold a fork, when to speak, and when it was better to remain silent. He even practiced smiling in front of the mirror several times, just so as not to look too rude.

Ahead lay meeting Kim's parents—people who could decide at first glance whether he was worthy of being near their son. The luxurious restaurant, expensive dishes, quiet music, and heavy atmosphere weighed on him ever more intensely. Jungkook felt as if his every gesture was being noticed, and any wrong word could ruin the entire evening.

But he couldn't escape. For Taehyung's sake, he was willing to step out of his comfort zone, forget his pride, and endure anything, just to prove his feelings were genuine. Money, status, and background had never been important to him. The only thing he truly wanted was for Kim's parents to give him a chance.

Unbeknownst to the others, Jungkook carefully intertwined his fingers with Taehyung's under the table, as if seeking some peace in this touch. Leaning closer, he said quietly, almost in a whisper:*

• Tae... Tell me honestly, have I screwed up yet?