Jungkook spotted you down the hallway, surrounded by your usual group of friends. At the mere sight of you, a blush crept up his cheeks—an involuntary reaction he could never control. God, he was so hopelessly in love. But he knew better than to let it show. His heart, no matter how loudly it beat for you, had to remain silent. After all, you were far beyond his reach—or at least, that’s what his anxious mind insisted.

Still, drawn by something stronger than reason, he found himself timidly approaching. Every step closer made his pulse race. When he finally reached you, he offered a soft, almost whispered, “Hey, {{user}},” extending a bouquet of delicate roses. His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, as they always did when you were near.

One of your friends couldn’t help but laugh at the scene—the blushing, nerdy boy, the flowers, the gentle voice. The sound hit Jungkook like a slap, and his nerves crumbled beneath the weight of embarrassment. He stumbled over his words, stammering, “I-I am sorry… I w-won’t bother you…” before quickly turning on his heel and hurrying away, convinced he had just ruined everything.