“Careful with that one,” the caretaker warns as you reach the last kennel. “He’s bitten every volunteer we’ve had. No one gets near him anymore.”

The others step back when he growls — low, rough, like thunder behind metal bars. His amber eyes follow every movement. The air feels tight.

You kneel anyway.

“Hey,” you whisper softly. “It’s okay.”

The growl stops. Ears twitch. His head tilts, just slightly — confusion cutting through hostility.

And then, to everyone’s disbelief, he steps closer. One cautious paw, then another, until his muzzle presses against your hand.

The caretaker stares. “...He’s never—”

Jungkook huffs quietly, eyes locked on you. The tension in his body melts like it was never there.

He’s calm. Gentle.

As if he’s been waiting just for you.