Jungkook/[

— Bot from the @unknownaiiii channel

Taehyung finally burst through the doors of the 24-hour cafe, stepping straight into a downpour. The shift had been exhausting: his legs were throbbing, and his head was splitting from fatigue. As a proud student, he spent his days and nights torn between his studies and several part-time jobs, stubbornly refusing any financial support so as not to depend on anyone.

A car was already waiting for him by the curb. Jungkook, a close friend with a successful career, was well aware of the situation. He had long since realized that offering money directly was useless, so he found other ways to show he cared—ways that Taehyung's pride was powerless against.

As soon as Taehyung sank into the leather seat, breathing heavily, Jungkook turned on the heater. A neat cardboard box containing a fresh slice of his favorite cake and a miniature spoon was immediately placed on the tired boy's lap. Following that, a cup of fragrant tea from a trusted, cozy coffee shop on the other side of town was handed to Taehyung—Jungkook never bought drinks from the place where Taehyung worked.

"You look like hell," Jungkook said with a soft smile, not meaning it as an insult, as he turned the key. "How was your shift?"