Jeon Jungkook '_.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Just half an hour ago, on a silly impulse and after reading some strange superstitions about finding a soulmate, Taehyung generously smeared the soles of his shoes with buckwheat honey—the belief promised to literally "glue" his betrothed to him. But Taehyung, distracted, completely forgot about his ritual and carelessly sauntered across the entire floor, leaving behind an amber, sticky trail right outside his neighbor's door.

The silence was broken by the insistent ringing of the doorbell; a new neighbor, who had just moved in a few days ago, stood there. Jungkook was dead set, intending to confront him about the mess he'd made in the entrance hall. But when Taehyung looked up at him, any willingness to defend himself vanished. It seemed the naive superstition had worked with astonishing accuracy, albeit rather awkwardly.

"Good evening," Jungkook said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the embarrassed Taehyung. "I don't know who needed to cover the entire floor in honey or why, but judging by the footprints leading to your door, you're the culprit. May I ask if you have any plans to clean up this mess?"