February 8, Seoul

One of the most prestigious universities in the heart of Seoul...

During the last lecture of his first year in Computer Applications, Park Jimin suddenly stood up. Without a word, he walked out.

He wore a midi-length coat over a fitted turtleneck, slim trousers, and polished ankle boots. The sharp click of his heels echoed in the hallway — tak... tak... — steady, composed. His eyes, however, scanned his surroundings with quiet restlessness.

The corridor stretched wide and bright. A spiral staircase rose to the next floor, classrooms lined either side, and further ahead another staircase led higher, like a path to somewhere unknown.

Through the glass doors, Jimin glimpsed the front garden — neatly kept flower beds, benches under swaying trees, winter blossoms trembling in the breeze. Seoul was beautiful, even in February. But beauty wasn't enough to erase the hollowness that had settled inside him these past weeks.

Six days into the semester, and still... he felt like a stranger.

Just two weeks ago, his father — a bank manager — had been transferred from Busan to Seoul. Jimin had begged to stay in his old college dorms, begged to keep the friends who felt like family. But his parents had refused.

"You're our only son. How can we let you stay away from us?"

So here he was. Quiet. Reserved. Listening to lectures and leaving before anyone could try to know him.

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Five days later...

On his way from class to the campus café, someone collided with him. The impact jolted him, and he spun around, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't see you!"

The voice was warm, hurried — belonging to a boy who immediately bowed.

Jimin's gaze caught on him.

Tall — at least six feet. Milky-white skin. A gym-toned frame beneath casual clothes.

A cropped hairstyle sharpened his striking features, a silver bracelet glinted on his right wrist, a stylish watch on the left.

bambi eyes, a perfectly straight nose, lips faintly red from clean living. stubble roughened his jawline — making him look both elegant and dangerous.

The moment Jimin saw him, something inside clicked. He liked him instantly.

But the boy didn't spare him a second glance. He just walked away.

"Hey... excuse me!" Jimin called.

The boy stopped. Turned. His eyes caught Jimin's, steady and unreadable.

"What's your name?" Jimin asked before he could stop himself.

A small smile curved on his lips. "Jeon Jungkook."

That smile — effortless, disarming — held Jimin's gaze captive.

"Do you study here? Which year? Which department?" Jimin pressed, his heart unexpectedly quickening.

"Hey," Jungkook's tone shifted — calm, firm, final. "I bumped into you by mistake. I apologised. That's the end of it. No need for introductions."

And with that, he turned and walked away.

Jimin stood frozen, still watching his retreating figure — and because of that distraction, he collided with someone else.

Strong hands caught his shoulders before he could fall.

Annoyed, Jimin brushed them off. "Sorry, I wasn't looking. I turned too fast."

The boy in front of him gave him a slow once-over, lips curving into a half-smirk.

"Wow... you're really hot. Do you study here? I've never seen you before."

His eyes glittered with playful mischief.

"Which department? Which year? My name's Min Yoongi — Business depatment, second year."

Jimin's eyes narrowed. He shot back the words he'd just heard moments ago.

"I bumped into you by mistake. I apologised. That's enough. No need for introductions."

And brushing past him, he walked on.

But that night, no matter how hard he tried, Jeon Jungkook's name refused to leave his mind.

The next few days, Jimin quietly began asking around about him. And soon he learned something surprising —

the boy who had walked away without a second glance... and the boy who had smirked at him in the hallway...were close friends.

Jungkook was the son of a businessman. He was in his second year in the Business Department, specialising in Finance. After graduating , he and Yoongi had started an export–import company, JY Exports, working tirelessly for two years until they raised it to a respectable level.

Once Jungkook felt confident the company could run without his constant presence, he handed the daily operations over to his manager and enrolled in the Business program alongside Yoongi.

While Jungkook pursued Finance, Yoongi focused on Administration.

In six more months, they would both graduate — and Jungkook planned to devote himself completely to the company again.

The more Jimin learned about him, the more his interest grew.

For the next ten days, Jimin quietly observed. He figured out which classroom Jungkook used, where he hung out, and even what time he'd pass certain parts of campus.

Now, Jimin was finally on his way to confess.

That morning he had searched across campus, but Jungkook was nowhere to be found.

At lunch, he checked the café — still no sign.

By late afternoon, he found himself walking toward the staircase on the left side of the campus building. Opposite those stairs was a bench nestled between rows of shrubs and flowering plants.

And there he was — Jungkook, sitting casually, sunlight falling across his face.

Jimin had noticed something: no matter how handsome Jungkook was, he was never seen with any girl. Always only with Min Yoongi.

So Jimin thought, If I confess first, maybe I'll have a chance.

As he approached the bench, a nervous smile tugged at his lips. Jungkook sat there alone, head bent, scrolling through his phone.

Jimin stepped closer. "Excuse me..." he said softly.

Jungkook looked up, brows knitting slightly as if to ask, Who are you?

Jimin smiled, introducing himself.

"My name's Park Jimin. I'm in my first year in Computer Application. My dad's a bank employee — we recently moved to Seoul, so I joined the university about fifteen days ago.

Ten days ago, I accidentally bumped into you. From that moment, I really liked you...

In these ten days, I learned a little more about you — and I like you even more now. I just wanted to tell you that—"

"Eh. Stop."

Jungkook cut him off, irritation flickering clearly across his face.

From the start of high school until now, no one had ever responded to Jimin's advances with that kind of cold annoyance. If someone wasn't interested, they usually declined politely — but this? This got under his skin.

"Hey, Jungkook! Maybe you didn't look at me properly—" Jimin's voice tightened, defiance pushing through his nerves.

"I'm a perfect match for you — in looks and in lifestyle," he said boldly, standing his ground.

"My dad might be a bank employee, but we have plenty of property. I'm not here because you're rich or good-looking. The moment I saw you, I liked you. — that's why I came to say this."

For the first time, Jungkook's eyes lingered on him properly.

Fair skin. Delicate features. Stylish, confident.

Before either could say more, a group appeared in the distance — Yoongi, Dahyun, Mina, and Nayeon.

"Dahyun!" Jungkook called out.

She turned with a smile. "We were coming to you anyway," she said, leading the group closer.

Yoongi's eyes immediately found Jimin.

"Jimin! What are you doing here? Were you looking for me?" he asked, clearly pleased.

"He came for me," Jungkook said flatly, not even glancing up from his phone. "Dahyun, tell him all about me."

The moment Jungkook said he came for me, Yoongi's expression shifted — surprise flickering into quiet disappointment — before he looked back at Jimin.

Jimin, meanwhile, blinked in confusion, eyes darting toward Dahyun.

Dahyun grinned mischievously.

"Oh, I get it... You saw him, liked him, and ran all the way here to confess, huh?" she teased.

Jimin's jaw clenched, his ears burning. Without a word, he turned sharply to leave.

"Wait, dear, wait! Why so much anger?" Dahyun blocked his path with a teasing smile.

"I'll tell you why he's like this... but first, what's your name?"

"Jimin," Park Jimin, Yoongi cut in before Jimin could speak.

Dahyun glanced at Yoongi, then back at Jimin. "Which department? Which year?"

"Computer Application, first year. He joined just fifteen days ago," Yoongi replied casually.

"Hey, can you shut your mouth for a minute? He came to talk to Jungkook, right? Let me explain about him first — then you can talk all you want," Dahyun said, her voice sharp but playful.

"Alright," Yoongi muttered, moving to sit a few steps away on the grass. He opened his notebook, pretending to study, though his ears were tuned to every word.

"Jungkook already has someone special," Mina chimed in suddenly. "He's literally sitting here waiting for him right now."

Jimin's brows furrowed.

"I've been watching him for the past ten days. Not once has he been with anyone else. If he doesn't like me, fine — but why lie?"

"Oh? Are you saying we're lying? You... or us?" Nayeon let out a sharp laugh.

"Omo, Dahyun!" Mina giggled. "This kid's only a first year, but he's fearless. He just says whatever he's thinking, straight up. Let's recruit him into our group."

At that, a faint smile tugged at Yoongi's lips as he glanced up briefly from his notes.

"Hold on, kid. Let me explain so you understand," Dahyun said, raising a hand before Jimin could argue again. Her tone softened slightly as she leaned closer.

"We don't need to lie to you... Jungkook really likes someone. And that someone likes him back.

"He's in Business Finance, first year too. he doesn't hang around him much — maybe thirty minutes here and there, sitting together and talking. Then he's gone. he's busier than he is.

"You must've rushed here from class to confess, right? Well, class is ending now. In about two minutes, he'll be coming down. I'll show you. Just wait."

As Dahyun spoke, a group of guys came down the stairs first, followed by some girls.

Dahyun smirked at Jimin. "Guess who Jungkook's special someone is."

Jimin's eyes immediately scanned the crowd, his heart racing.

A tall, elegant girl with long, wavy hair and a stylish red skirt stepped out.

"This one?" Jimin asked hopefully.

"Nope," Dahyun replied.

Then another girl appeared, wearing cropped trousers and a fitted T-shirt.

"This one?" Jimin asked again, a little impatient.

"No," Dahyun said, shaking her head.

A girl in a soft pink blouse with a delicate hairpin tucked in stepped next.

"This one?" Jimin asked.

"Nope."

Then another — tight jeans, high ponytail, flawless makeup, confident stride.

Jimin's eyes widened. She's prettier than me... Could be her.

"My classmate said the prettiest girl in first year was this one... what was her name again?" he murmured.

"sohee," Mina supplied.

"Yes, sohee. Even the name is perfect... Is it her?" Jimin asked hopefully.

"That would've been nice. But no," Dahyun said with mock regret.

Jimin frowned. "But no one else is as pretty as her." His gaze swept the stairwell, carefully scanning each girl's face. For a moment, he even forgot why he came here in the first place.

"I knew you wouldn't guess," Dahyun teased. "Anyway... there's Sohee."

"I knew it was Sohee! You were lying on purpose!" Jimin blurted, excitement flashing in his eyes.

 honestly... listen till I finish. It's not Sohee. It's the one next to her."

Immediately, Jimin turned his head to Sohee's right—

"This one?!" Jimin's voice cracked, disbelief flashing across his face.

Dahyun grinned. "Exactly. That's the one Jungkook actually likes."

"He looks so pale... drowning in that oversized green hoodie... is it him?" Jimin asked again, squinting.

"Yes..." Dahyun replied.

"No matter how closely I look... I can't even figure out his pants. Are those white? Beige? Or just washed-out gray? Is it really him?" Jimin asked, still confused.

"Yes..." Dahyun confirmed again.

Sohee was walking with a pen in his hand. It slipped and fell.

The boy next to him bent down to pick it up. His oily bangs slid forward, sticking to his forehead.

"His hair looks like it hasn't seen shampoo in a week... greasy, flat, clinging to his face. Not a single strand sticking out, like he combed it down with too much gel. His skin—so shiny it looks like it would drip if you wiped it with a tissue. No makeup, nothing at all to hide behind. Maybe a shade lighter than wheatish...

 Just pale, baggy clothes, hanging off his thin, bony frame. And that face—so quiet, so innocent. Tell me honestly—is it really him?"

"Yes, dear, yes," Dahyun said with a small laugh.

"You've got to be joking! How can someone like Jungkook fall for... that? He looks like the poster boy for student poverty. Would anyone even notice him in a crowd? If Jungkook doesn't like me, fine, just say that. But don't expect me to believe this story," Jimin said bitterly.

"When Jungkook told us at first, we didn't believe it either. But then Jungkook said just one thing—'See with my own eyes.' After that, we stopped arguing," Dahyun chuckled.

"Still, I don't believe it..." Jimin muttered firmly.

"He's coming right here. If you're already shocked by just seeing him... once you hear their conversation, you'll be even more surprised," Dahyun teased, just as Tae walked toward them.

"Hi, Dahyun noona! Mina noona! Nayeon noona!" Tae greeted politely, clutching the strap of his bag, then glanced at Jimin with raised eyebrows, as if asking Who's this?

"Hey! Didn't we tell you not to call us noona?" the three of them shouted in mock scolding.

"Ah—sorry, sorry! I forgot. Won't call you that again," Tae said quickly, bowing his head, his messy glasses slipping down his nose.

No matter how Jimin looked at him, he just couldn't believe that this awkward, nerdy boy could be the one Jungkook liked.

"He's Jimin! He came here because he likes Jungkook and wants to propose to him," Mina explained.

Immediately, Tae looked Jimin up and down with a hesitant smile. "He's good-looking... He'd fit perfectly next to Jungkook-ssi..." Then, nervously extending his hand, he added, "My name is Kim Taehyung. Jungkook-ssi and I... we're in love."

Jimin, stunned, slowly reached out his hand.

Before they could shake, Jungkook stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. "You said we'd go to the park today. I've been waiting for you. Come on, let's go."

"Sir suddenly announced there's going to be a test in Accounts tomorrow. I need to study... Let's go two days later instead," Tae replied softly.

"Don't talk like you've been spending four or five hours with me. You barely stay an hour when you come... So what do you do all night then?" Jungkook demanded, his tone sharp.

"That subject is... difficult," Tae murmured, adjusting his glasses.

"If it's difficult, you should be paying attention in class, right? You only come to the park once every ten days... And now you're skipping again? It's already been seven days since our last date, and now you want two more? I'm not okay with that. You have to come now," Jungkook snapped.

"I said I can't, and I mean it," Tae replied firmly, sitting down, pulling out his bag, taking two notebooks, and starting to scribble furiously.

Jungkook glared at him, sat back down, grabbed his phone, and typed furiously before hitting send.

"I've sent you a message. You're not online? Turn on your data, check it, reply—don't you dare ignore me," he shouted in frustration.

Watching all this, Jimin's eyes grew even wider.

Tae calmly took his phone out of his bag, read the message, then tucked it back inside. Adjusting his glasses, he said softly,

"You just sent it, right? I'll think about it and reply later."

Jungkook didn't say a word. He just stared at Tae, expression unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line.

Watching this strange silence, Jimin leaned closer to Dahyun, baffled.

"They're sitting right next to each other, right? Why don't they just... talk? Why bother sending messages back and forth?"

Dahyun chuckled, shaking her head.

"We've asked them that a hundred times. They never explain... so we just assumed maybe it's because 'it feels more fun this way.'"

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Tae sat quietly, jotting down notes, occasionally pausing to glance at his phone and type short replies.

"I've been waiting for you since morning, and now you're saying you won't come?" Jungkook muttered irritably, his voice low.

Before Tae could respond, Haein—a second-year student from the Business department—walked up, noticing Tae buried in his notebook.

"Taehyung! Are my notes ready?" he asked.

"Yes, I've finished them. Here, take these," Tae replied, pulling out two neatly written books from his bag and handing them over.

Haein flipped through the pages, his eyes widening.

"Your handwriting is like pearls. I can't even tell if this is handwritten or printed—it's so beautiful." He slipped 2000 won into Tae's hand as thanks.

Without a word, Tae turned toward Yoongi.

"Hyung!!" he called out, pressing the money into his palm.

Yoongi tucked the bills away smoothly, glanced at his phone, and said, "Including this, your total's up to 2,5000 now."

"Don't trick me, hyung! I only had 1,6000. With this, it's 1,8000." Tae corrected him firmly.

Yoongi chuckled. "You write notes for me too, but you never take a single won."

"That's because I don't need to. You already do more than enough. Whenever my brother needs something, you send money through your account. That's plenty." Tae's tone softened.

"You're so stubborn. You call me hyung, but you never listen to me..." Yoongi sighed.

Just then, Tae's eyes landed on Haein's shirt—a simple purple one. His face lit up.

"Wow! That color looks so good. Once you're done with it, give it to me, okay?"

Haein raised a brow, surprised, while Dahyun burst out laughing.

"Why are you so obsessed with this color? The other day, you wrote two sets of notes for Sana, and when she gave you her old, torn purple sweater, you didn't even accept money from her!"

"I don't know why. I just really love this color," Tae admitted with a shy smile. "You also have a top in this shade, right, Dahyun? If you're not using it, give it to me. I'll write notes for you too."

"If you want it, I'll give it to you for free. No need to write notes for me," Dahyun offered.

"In that case, I don't need it," Tae replied flatly.

Sana leaned closer, curious.

"Then why do you want Haein's shirt? Will you actually wear it yourself?"

Tae shook his head. "It's for my little brother."

Yoongi raised his brows. "Does Taesung also love purple like you?"

"No... he likes blue," Tae answered softly, his smile faint but warm.

Yoongi glanced at Jungkook, who sat slouched in the chair, lips pressed tight in irritation.

"You've been sitting here all this time, scribbling notes. You'll be here the whole day anyway. Instead of troubling him, why don't you go with him? He's been waiting since morning, hoping to walk to the park with you.see how he is crying

"I wasn't crying..." Jungkook muttered, his voice low but sharp. "I'm just... really irritated. Don't talk to me."

Yoongi sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I was only talking about you. If you flare up even when someone simply mentions your name, what are we supposed to do?"

"I said don't talk!" Jungkook snapped, turning his face away, his jaw tight.

Jimin, who had been listening, frowned. His eyes shifted from Jungkook to Tae, who was bent over his notebook. "Wait—what's really going on here? Tae writing notes for money, and all this secrecy... what is it? I don't understand."

"I'll explain," Yoongi started, but Tae raised his head and interrupted softly.

"They're talking about me. I'll tell it myself."

The surrounding grew quiet. Tae's hand rested on the notebook, fingers lightly trembling. His voice was steady, but the air around him seemed to grow heavier as he spoke.

"I have one younger brother. His name is Taesung—he's now a first-year engineering student." Tae's eyes lowered, the corner of his mouth tightening. "When I was fourteen, and he was just ten, both our parents died in a car accident."

The silence that followed was so sharp, even the ticking wall clock seemed louder.

"Our uncle didn't care about us. He never even asked how we were surviving. At that time, my mother's elder sister—my Aunt Jihyo—told us, 'You can stay in my house. But beyond that... I can't take responsibility. I already have a son and a daughter. My husband's small salary is barely enough for us. You'll have to find your own way to support your brother.'"

"So I thought of quitting school... finding a job in some shop. But one of my teachers found out about our situation. He spoke with donors, begged them to help us. Because of him, I stayed in school. My brother could study too."

He gave a faint, almost bitter smile. "My parents' last wish was that we should study well... build a future. That's why, no matter how hard it got, I couldn't give up. Later, with teachers' recommendations and donors' support, I continued till college. But the money was never enough—just tuition, just books. At home, nothing was sufficient."

His voice softened further, almost a whisper. "So I had to earn. During school, and then college, I worked in shops. And one day, someone told me, 'If you write notes for us, we'll pay you.' That's how it started."

He looked down at the scribbled pages on his lap.

"Since then... I've been writing notes, finishing assignments, even doing projects for others—whoever asked, as long as they gave me money."

"I do small part-time jobs whenever I can," Tae said quietly. "If you'd like, I can even write notes for you."

Jimin blinked in surprise. "But... didn't you tell me that you and Jungkook are dating? Jungkook is the son of a wealthy businessman. If he wants to help you, wouldn't that be more than enough? Why put yourself through all this—writing notes for others, running errands?"

"That's what we told him too," Nayeon cut in gently. "Even Jungkook himself offered to support him. But Tae never accepts his help. He always says, 'If I take his money now, then one day during a fight, he might throw it back at me saying he was the one who kept me afloat.'

He won't even accept things for free. The only time he agrees is if he earns it through his own effort."

Dahyun added, shaking her head, "At one point, he even went house to house doing chores just to earn a little money. We had to scold him before he finally stopped."

"You shouldn't have stopped me," Tae said with a faint bitterness. "If you hadn't, I would've found more small jobs. My poor younger brother... he's losing weight day by day without proper food. The dorm he stays in doesn't take care of him properly."

"But he's in a dorm, right? Don't they serve meals there?" Dahyun asked, puzzled.

"But he's in a dorm, right? Don't they serve meals there?" Dahyun asked, puzzled.

"They do," Tae replied, his voice tightening. "But he can't eat most of it. The food is too spicy, and it upsets his stomach. So he skips meals. Every time I see him, he looks weaker. Apart from those three meals from the dorm, he doesn't get anything extra... not even a snack."

Yoongi, who had been quiet until then, spoke softly, almost with a sigh. "Ask him about his brother, and he'll talk for hours. Right now, he's saving every single won to buy his brother a second-hand phone. That's why he's working so hard."

"Why does your brother suddenly need a phone?" Dahyun asked curiously.

Tae's expression softened. "Recently, he lost ten marks in a test. When I asked why, he told me, 'Everyone shares study materials through their phones. Since I don't have one, I miss out on everything.' These days, almost every resource is shared online. And then he looked at me and said, 'Hyung, please buy me a phone too.'

My brother never asks me for anything. If he finally asked for a phone, it means he truly needs it. So I decided I'll get him one—even if it's just second-hand. They said it would cost around two to thirty thousand won. I've already saved 1,8000. One of our professors asked me to help copy his thesis notes, and he promised to pay me well. Once I get that money, I'll finally buy the phone for my brother."

He paused, his voice growing heavy. "I also want to make sure he eats properly. Even though he's in his first year of engineering, he looks like a boy still in high school."

Dahyun looked at him with a mix of concern and teasing. "You speak so lovingly about your brother... but look at you, Tae. You're so thin yourself. If a strong wind blows, you might get swept away. Then what will happen to our Jungkook? That's what scares me."

Tae gave a small, embarrassed smile. "I'm not that thin... I'm just normal." He glanced down at his phone, typing quickly.

"Jungkook-ssi, I've sent you a message. Please check," he said softly.

Jungkook immediately snatched up his phone, eyes softening the moment he read the message.

Jimin blinked in disbelief at the little exchange, while Yoongi leaned back, chuckling. He looked Tae up and down and teased,

"You're not skinny at all,

but look at our boy here—broad shoulders, gym-built, the whole package. You should take notes from him."

Tae smiled faintly, brushing off the jab. "Just one more year of studies. Then I'll find a job. After that, I can take care of my brother's education and cover my own needs too.

Before anyone could reply, Jungkook suddenly stood, rubbing at his forehead.

"Ah, I've got such a headache. Let's go get some ice cream," he said, already walking out.

"Come on, Jimin, let's grab something," Dahyun said, tugging him along as the two followed Jungkook.

"You guys go ahead. I just have one page left to finish writing—I'll catch up," Tae called after them.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Shut up and move. If your boyfriend says 'I'll treat you,' you'll be the first to run after him. No wonder he keeps scolding you all the time." He snapped Tae's notebook shut, shoved it into his own bag along with Tae's other books, and strode out.

Outside the university gates, the street was alive with students spilling out of campus, the air filled with the smell of tteokbokki and fish cakes from pojangmacha stalls. Cafés and dessert shops lined both sides, crowded with groups looking for a break. The group headed toward their usual bingsu and juice café just around the corner.

Jungkook walked ahead, scanning the place.

"There's a table free in the middle. Let's sit there," Yoongi pointed out, but Jungkook ignored him, leading everyone straight to a quiet corner booth.

"You're unbelievable," Yoongi muttered as he dropped into the seat beside Jungkook.

"There was a free spot right there, but no—you drag us all the way to the corner."

On Jungkook's other side sat Dahyun, then Jimin, and finally Mina.

"Hey, Dahyun, scoot over," Yoongi ordered. "Tae, sit here. This guy's been sulking all day because you ditched him to go to the park. Why sit so far away?"

"It's fine, hyung," Tae replied lightly.

"You—stand up first," Yoongi insisted.

Dahyun instantly slid out of her seat, and Tae reluctantly followed, moving in beside Jungkook.

"See? That's better. Only then will he calm down," Yoongi said smugly, then his gaze shifted to the next table.

Sohee sat there with a few friends, laughing at something on her phone.

"Oh? She's here? That means her brother will show up soon too." Yoongi grinned.

At once, everyone turned to look in her direction.

"Hyung, you talk like you know her really well..." Jimin said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I know her," Yoongi said, leaning back in his chair. "Actually... Jungkook fell for Sohee the very first time he saw her. He chased her for three months, but she never accepted him."

He paused before continuing.

"Sohee's father, Han Seok, owns Han Enterprise. Jungkook's father, Jeon Joon-ho, runs Jeon Enterprise. The two companies are rivals—they're always clashing over contracts and tenders. Sohee herself has a bit of an arrogant streak. But her brother, Min-sun, is also studying in the Business Department, same as Jungkook.

He hated it when Jungkook started chasing after Sohee. Even warned him to back off. Jungkook ignored him, of course... but Sohee still never agreed.

Then, out of nowhere, two months ago, Jungkook shocked everyone by saying, 'I like Tae.' Since then, wherever Sohee goes, Min-sun is always around, keeping an eye on her."

Jimin blinked in disbelief. "Wait—what? So Jungkook liked Sohee first, and when she rejected him, he suddenly decided he liked Tae instead?"

Before Yoongi could answer, the waiter came to take orders. Since Sohee's group was seated right next to them, their voices carried easily.

"Sohee ordered Neapolitan. Her friends asked for Vanilla, Butterscotch, and Pistachio,"

On their side, Jungkook ordered mint chocolate . Yoongi picked Walnut Pecan. Tae waved the waiter away at first, muttering that he didn't want anything. But after Yoongi scolded him, he sighed and quietly, ordered strawberry icecream

Just then, the shop's door swung open. Three young men strode in quickly, their presence shifting the air in the room.