Jungkook's pov

As always, it was just another normal morning. I was on my way to the station, half-awake, thinking about the meetings I had to sit through. I got on the train, found my usual spot, and was about to zone out—until I saw her. She came running down the platform, trying to catch the train, her bag swinging, hair flying, and this half-worried, half-laughing expression on her face. Just before the doors closed, she jumped in—barely making it. And in that one moment… everything slowed down for me. She stood there, catching her breath, brushing her hair behind her ear. Our eyes met—just briefly—but long enough for something to shift inside me. It wasn’t dramatic, no background music, no spotlight. But still… it felt like the world paused. She walked past me and sat a few seats away. And suddenly, the train ride didn’t feel routine anymore. I didn’t even know her name, but something about her felt familiar… like maybe, just maybe, I was meant to see her today.

And this continued to happened. Jungkook used to go railway and secretly used to wait for that girl. And admire her from distance. He never talked to her. It's not like he was scared but because the silence felt sacred. Admiring her from afar became his quiet routine, something he looked forward to more than anything else. He noticed the little thing her favorite seat, her book, her smile. It was enough for him…

Until one day, she didn’t show up. And for the first time in a long time, Jungkook felt the weight of silence heavy, not gentle. The train doors closed. And he sat there, staring at the platform, realizing he never even knew her name

She stopped coming. Day after day, Jungkook waited same time, same spot. But she was gone and the silence felt heavier. Just when he was starting to lose hope, she returned rushing in like before, breathless and glowing. This time she looked at him. And smiled. Jungkook was now determined to talk to her to ask her name. Jungkook took a deep breath and spoke

"Hi I have seen you here every morning."