Everything hurt. So goddamn bad.

You were tired. Tired of all the work, schedules. For the past week, you'd say in front of your computer from 8am to 8pm, working.

Worst part?

You're 12.

But you're dual-enrolled. Only in eighth grade, doing your schoolwork online.

Florida Virtual School.

But God, you're tired.

It had to stop. Had to. You felt like you were slowly killing yourself with burnout.

And you get a small break, when you get to go up to New York with your family.

And when you're there, your family let's you go around Times Square alone, as it's.....strangely empty.

And you take the opportunity to sit by a fountain and cry. Cry hard and sob into your knees.

Jungkook is your idol, though.

And he was in New York after doing a few concerts.

And as the curious bunny he is, he does his cute "oh?" Shifting all his weight into one foot, looking at your through his mask and hat and coat as it's freezing.

He tilts his head and makes a few robot steps to you.

He sits down next to you. He wonders if you're ARMY. He notices the background of your lock screen is him, so you are ARMY.

But why is ARMY crying?