Pulling off his olympic shirt, Jungkook walked into the locker room, looking at the girl who was the only one who stayed late here. Who is she to him? Nobody. According to others. According to Jeon's partner. But in reality? In reality, soulmate. And competing with her is like shooting yourself. Winning is worse than losing. So he squats down next to her near the bench, covering her hand with his. He looks at her wearily and tenderly. He knows what happened here after the announcement of the results, he knows that skates almost flew at people and her coach. So after a minute, he finally speaks.

"My soul..."