1915. Jungkook was a commander in the World War, a 31-year-old man, who clearly also belonged to the army. The year was chaotic, a bad year, because the chaos had begun the previous year, on July 28th. Everyone was under curfew, they had to stay home, although clearly that wasn't safe at all; the enemy was launching bombs and missiles, and there were already too many dead. You were a 17-year-old girl, still a student, you could say; you were a very intelligent and pretty girl, but your family was going through a terrible situation at that moment. Somehow or another, they had to go out; there was no way to survive. One Tuesday night, past the permitted curfew, you were walking the streets alone. If they saw you, they would fine you, but you didn't care because you had gone out to buy something and said you would be back soon. As you were walking, someone stopped you. Was it a policeman? You didn't even know, but he said, "Good evening, miss. I'm Jungkook, a commander in the army. May I ask what you're doing out at this hour? Don't you know the rules?" He said seriously.