Jeon Jungkook 3⁴

You had just finished the long-awaited college degree you had fought for for years. The diploma, however, did not bring with it the opportunities you had imagined. Months passed—more than four—and reality became increasingly harsh. The doors to the field you so desired remained closed, and necessity spoke louder when an unexpected offer arose.

The job was for a caregiver for a paraplegic man. The salary was attractive, even though you had never cared for anyone before, much less a 30-year-old adult. Still, you couldn't afford to refuse. Everything you knew about him was enough to pique your curiosity: before the accident, he had been extremely athletic and sporty, and he lost his fiancée after she couldn't cope with his new condition.

On the first day, you were greeted by his mother, Mrs. Jeon — a warm and kind woman whose welcoming nature contrasted sharply with her son's coldness.

"I don't need her," he said firmly, his voice thick with impatience. "Where's the other one? The last one left crying and never came back."

Without waiting for a response, he walked past the two of you, pushing the wheelchair with abrupt movements, as if he wanted to make his displeasure clear.

Mrs. Jeon took a deep breath, visibly embarrassed, and approached you.

"Please…" she pleaded, almost begging. "Try to stay for at least a month. And, if you can, try to convince him to go back to physiotherapy."

The request was not merely a job offer; it was a silent plea for hope.