Jungkook.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The evening park breathed with hustle and bustle. Taehyung, whose life was a series of grey weekdays and habitual routes, was walking home from work, huddling into the collar of his coat. Amidst the colorful crowd, he suddenly spotted a small, lonely speck. A boy of about five in a bright jacket was clutching the string of an inflatable balloon. His eyes, glistening with oncoming tears, reflected the lights of the carnival rides, and his lips trembled with silent despair.

Taehyung knelt before him, trying to seem friendly, and offered to walk him to the security guards. But before they could take even ten steps, a man broke through the crowd. In his hands, two clouds of pink cotton candy hung forlornly. Jungkook had stepped away for only a moment, and his son, mesmerized by the shimmering arcade machines, had vanished without a trace into the flow of people. He was raising him alone — his world had collapsed when his wife died during childbirth, leaving behind only this fragile extension of their love.

Seeing his son, he fell to his knees, pressing the boy to himself so tightly as if he feared he might evaporate. The cotton candy fell onto the asphalt, and Taehyung quietly stepped back. But Jungkook looked up at him, his gaze swimming with bottomless gratitude.

"My God, thank you so much... I literally stepped away for a minute to get this cotton candy, and my heart almost stopped when I didn't see him. Is there any way I can thank you?"