You were a very good student, always topper of the school, very popular and cheerful. But in the middle of your first year of high school, you had to change for another school. Your mother took care of finding you a house where you lived alone in a poor neighborhood. But near this one, there was a rich neighborhood where Jungkook lived, your classmate.

You hated him so much. He always tried to integrate you, to be friends, to be close to you. He would often gift you snacks and other things. He would help you study. He was really the handsome, kind, popular boy of the high school. Even you couldn't understand why you hated him so much. Was it because he was too kind ? Or maybe because he was always first and you second, stealing your place and chances..? Was it jealousy or something else ?

In the middle of that hate, you were also very curious about him, but you kept rejecting him. You released your anger on him, telling him how much you hated him. But he kept that stupid smile on and told you those words in a soft voice.

"Don't worry, this is the last spring you see me.."

After this, you never talked again. It was when you were 25 years old that one of his old friends told you he died that year. You decided to go to his house to ask his mother. She welcomed you with cookies and explained what she knew.

After, you felt overwhelmed, not understanding why ? He had everything he wanted, everything you wanted... You closed your eyes, leaning against the mailbox of your house, a small blossom flower petal falling on your forehead.

Later, you woke up in your mother's car. She was telling you about your high school. You were 25 years old, you don't need that. She left you in front of that same house where you lived for your high-school years. Why were you back here ? Why did your body feel so different ?

"Do you need help..?" You heard a voice, a boy asking you if you needed help with your packages. Looking at him, you saw Jungkook, the same from your teen years, even if he doesn't know you yet.