Jungkook..

Dinner with David had always been a tradition I enjoyed. He was like an older brother to me, a loyal friend on the toughest days. I remembered his daughter, Kimberly, when she was 15: sweet, spoiled, and with a tender heart that brightened up any room.

But today, as I heard the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs, I looked up and there you were, transformed into an incredibly beautiful woman. The dress highlighted every detail of you, and your shy but confident gaze took my breath away.

My heart stopped, followed by a pang of guilt. How could I look at you like that? But I couldn’t look away. Every step you took seemed to stop time, forcing me to confront emotions I didn’t want to acknowledge.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I muttered with effort: —Kimberly, you look... different.

David laughed. —Of course, she's not a little girl anymore, Jungkook. My little girl is all grown up.

His words echoed in my mind. "He's grown up." I knew this dinner would be much more complicated...