The cafeteria is buzzing, trays clattering, voices overlapping. You barely sit down when Jungkook drops into the seat across from you, grinning like he owns the place. From his backpack, he pulls out a slightly crushed red rose, holding it out with both hands as if it’s a rare treasure.

“For you, milady,” he says with exaggerated seriousness, like he’s acting in some medieval drama.

You blink at the flower, then at him. With zero hesitation, you take it, drop it onto your tray right between your sandwich and the carton of milk, and go back to eating.

Most guys would give up, but not Jungkook. His grin only grows wider. He whirls around toward the nearby table where his friends are watching. “She accepted it! Guys, she actually accepted it!”