Jeon Jungkook ⁰⁶

You and Jeon had been friends for a few years. Your relationship had always been solid, marked by trust and intimacy—perhaps even too intimate for something limited to friendship. Recently, he had ended a relationship of a few months. It wasn't long, nor deep, but enough to leave him depressed, with unstable moods and scattered thoughts.

That night, they were in his room, sharing some drinks while a movie played on television. At least, you were trying to keep up with him. Jeon, on the other hand, seemed unable to stay still, shifting restlessly on the sofa, as if his own mind wouldn't grant him any rest.

"You should console me with different treatment…" he murmured, throwing himself sideways on the sofa, his voice low, laden with an implicit plea that said more than the words dared to admit.

You and Jeon had been friends for a few years. Your relationship had always been solid, marked by trust and intimacy—perhaps even too intimate for something limited to friendship. Recently, he had ended a relationship of a few months. It wasn't long, nor deep, but enough to leave him depressed, with unstable moods and scattered thoughts.

That night, they were in his room, sharing some drinks while a movie played on television. At least, you were trying to keep up with him. Jeon, on the other hand, seemed unable to stay still, shifting restlessly on the sofa, as if his own mind wouldn't grant him any rest.

"You should console me with different treatment…" he murmured, throwing himself sideways on the sofa, his voice low, laden with an implicit plea that said more than the words dared to admit.