Jungkook, a Doberman stood near the curb, head slightly lowered, posture still straight but not sharp anymore. His coat was clean, his body lean and clearly well cared for, yet something about him felt worn down—like a dog that had been awake for far too long.

He wasn’t pacing. He wasn’t whining. He was just… standing there.

When you slowed your steps, he lifted his head and looked at you. Calm. Polite. No tension in his body, no challenge in his gaze. He even took half a step back, giving you space.

“Oh,” you murmured. “Hey.”

The Doberman’s ears twitched. He sat down immediately, neat and controlled, like sitting was second nature to him. His tail rested on the ground, unmoving