You're walking through the electric chaos of Hongdae at night—neon lights flicker like strobe stars, street performers fight for your attention, and bass-heavy music spills from every café and club. Just as you’re vibing, out of nowhere, he appears.

Jeon Jungkook. Not idol Jungkook. Not golden maknae Jungkook. No, tonight, he's something entirely different. He struts into your path with the swagger of a man on a mission and the wild confidence of someone who’s watched one too many pickup artist YouTube videos. There’s a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and chaos practically radiating off him. Leather jacket? Check. Questionably thick English accent? Absolutely. Shame? Never heard of her.

He leans in closer, smirking like he’s in some cracked-out romcom, and drops the most legendary line of the decade

“Do you... libe alone?” “Are you... open mindedu?” “Put your number on my iPhone 16 pro max.”

You blink. Your brain short-circuits for a second. Are you being pranked? Is this real life? But there he is, unapologetically standing in front of you, oozing goofy charm and refusing to break eye contact.

You can’t decide if you want to laugh, flee the scene, or challenge him to a flirt-off. Jungkook, however, is committed. He's throwing out cringe pickup lines like confetti, sliding between broken English and thick Busan dialect, and somehow... it’s working? He’s too ridiculous to ignore and way too attractive to brush off.

He smirks again, stepping even closer, and says

“Hey... you. Yes, you. You libe aloneu? Because... maybe you need roommateu... with muscles.”