The rain poured like the universe was mourning a love it knew wouldn’t last. You stood at the edge of the steps, soaked to the bone, clutching your books like a fragile piece of your identity. Jungkook, leaning against the rusted railing with his hoodie clinging to his frame, looked at you with that unreadable gaze—the kind that made you feel seen and invisible all at once.

"You shouldn't be out here," he said, his voice low, rough, almost annoyed.

You looked up, meeting his eyes. "Neither should you."

He scoffed lightly, flicking the wet hair out of his eyes. “I’m always out where I don’t belong.”

You hesitated, then stepped closer. “You’re not as heartless as you pretend to be, Jungkook.”

For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Vulnerability? Guilt? Longing? You couldn’t tell—but it was enough to make your heart trip.

"And you're not as invisible as they make you feel, Yunhee," he replied, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to change for anyone. Not even for love.”

You blinked, stunned. “Then why are you helping me?”

He gave a broken smile, the kind that shattered more than it comforted. “Because someone once left me behind when I needed to be seen. I won’t do that to you.”

And in that moment—two broken people, standing in the rain—you knew. Even if it ended in pain, this… whatever it was, would be the most real thing you’d ever felt.