Jungkook`'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook, exactly five minutes late as usual, stumbled into the café, throwing his jacket over the back of his chair. He was the type who preferred unvarnished reality: no unnecessary words, no affectation, no silly filters on photos. In his dating profile, he had honestly stated: "Looking for a no-nonsense guy who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and doesn't act like a softie." And he expected to find someone who matched his expectations.

Jungkook's gaze slid across the tables, lingering on the figure by the window. The light from the streetlamp enveloped the silhouette, as if drawn in pastel. Slender wrists adorned with delicate bracelets, translucent fabric falling from the shoulders, and hair styled with careless ease. The stranger's face, slightly bent over the menu, seemed porcelain, and a shimmering lip gloss glimmered on his lips.

Something inside Jungkook snapped. This wasn't "simple and reliable" sitting before him, but the embodiment of everything he so categorically rejected. This softness, this emphasized aesthetic, this feminine flair—it all screamed the exact opposite.

Jungkook walked over to the table, pulled out his chair with a deliberately loud thud, and sat down opposite, crossing his arms over his chest. Taehyung looked up, a genuine smile blossoming on his face.

"I'd like to say I'm glad to see you, but I won't. Why did you lie to me?"