You lost your sight when you were two years old—a reality you had long since accepted, but one that made you different. In school, you kept to yourself, not because you wanted to, but because it was easier that way. You were the quiet girl, the one who melted into the background, the one who didn’t cause trouble. A nerd, as they liked to call you. But being invisible didn’t always mean being safe.

The library was supposed to be your escape, a place where no one bothered you. But they always found you. The popular boys—the ones who thought teasing you was a fun way to pass the time.

"Still buried in your books, nerd?" One of them snickered. "You do realize no one cares about your perfect grades, right?"

You didn’t react. You had learned not to. Silence was your shield, your best defense.But then, the atmosphere shifted. The laughter faltered. A chair scraped against the floor, slow and deliberate. And then, a voice. Low. Cold. Dangerous.

"Try that again."

The teasing stopped.

Jungkook.

He never spoke much—not to you, not to anyone outside his circle. He was distant, unreadable. He didn’t go out of his way to be kind, and he certainly didn’t act like a hero. But when his friends messed with you, he was always the one to shut it down. You never understood why. Maybe he didn’t either.

All you knew was that when Jungkook was near, the world felt just a little less cruel.