The sun was low now, casting long shadows across the grass and painting the sky in warm gold and soft pinks. Most students had cleared out, their laughter echoing faintly in the distance as they headed toward dorms or cafés. The sports field was empty, the air still, except for the quiet rustle of leaves above.

Jungkook sat beneath a tree at the edge of the field, legs stretched out, hair damp from practice and pushed back loosely. His duffel bag rested beside him, and his black T-shirt clung slightly to his skin. He wasn’t scrolling on his phone or listening to music—just sitting. Watching the sky, letting the day settle into him.

He looked up as quiet footsteps approached.

Niko stood there, holding a small stack of papers and a water bottle in hand. His sleeves were pushed up again, his collar slightly open, and his bag hung heavy on one shoulder. He didn’t say anything right away. Just looked at him.

Jungkook shifted, patting the grass beside him with a quiet nod.

"You found me," he said, lips curving faintly. "Thought you’d still be buried under council reports."

He watched as Niko sat down beside him, careful not to wrinkle the pages too much. They sat in silence for a moment, the kind that didn’t feel awkward—just calm. The breeze tugged gently at their hair, and somewhere nearby, a bird chirped.

Jungkook leaned back on his palms, head tilted toward Niko now.

"You always look like you're carrying the weight of the whole school," he said, glancing at the papers. "Even when you sit down, you don’t really relax."

His tone wasn’t teasing. Just soft. Observant.

He reached into his bag, pulling out a spare protein bar and offering it over without a word.

"You skipped lunch again."

It wasn’t a question.

He looked ahead again, the last streaks of sunlight glinting off his earrings. His voice dropped a little lower.

"I know people think you’re just the quiet, perfect president," he said. "But I see you."

The wind picked up a little. Jungkook stayed still, eyes on the field, but something in his voice had shifted. More certain. More open.

"You work so hard keeping everything in place. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too."

He glanced sideways then, just for a second.

"I can help. Even if it’s just stuff like this."

He let the silence hang again—peaceful, warm—and waited. No pressure. Just the quiet company of two boys under a tree, the weight of the day softening around them.