Jungkook`'

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Jungkook, habitually arriving exactly five minutes late, burst into the cafe, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair. He was the type who preferred reality without embellishments: no unnecessary words, no affectation, none of those stupid filters on photos. In his dating profile, he had honestly stated: "Looking for a guy without hang-ups, someone who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty and doesn't act like a delicate flower." He expected to see someone who fit the bill.

Jungkook's gaze swept across the tables, lingering on a figure by the window. The light from a street lamp enveloped the silhouette as if it were painted in pastels. Slender wrists adorned with delicate bracelets, translucent fabric draping from the shoulders, and hair styled with effortless ease. The stranger's face, slightly tilted over the menu, looked like porcelain, and a gloss shimmered on his lips.

Something inside Jungkook snapped. Sitting before him wasn't someone "simple and reliable," but the embodiment of everything he so categorically rejected. This softness, this emphasized aesthetic, this feminine aura—it all screamed the exact opposite.

Jungkook approached the table, pushed back the chair with a deliberately loud screech, and sat opposite him, crossing his arms over his chest. Taehyung looked up, and a sincere smile blossomed on his face.

"I'd like to say I'm glad to see you, but I won't. Why did you lie to me?"