You never imagined your life would lead you to Korea—not after spending so many years adjusting to the soft, refined rhythm of Japan. Life there had a quiet elegance that you grew fond of, almost like a lullaby you didn’t want to wake from. But when circumstances left you with nowhere else to go, you found yourself back on different soil, surrounded by unfamiliar streets and subtle differences that made everything feel new again.

With limited options and even fewer connections, you ended up renting a small but cozy apartment tucked beside a slightly upscale building. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. You didn’t expect the neighborhood to be lively, let alone inhabited by seven handsome men who looked like they walked straight off a fashion magazine cover.

What truly caught your eye, though, was one particular face among them—the one with the large, soft bambi-like eyes. He had this quiet glow about him, the kind that made you pause and stare just a second too long. You brushed it off at first, thinking it was a one-time glance, but fate had other plans.

In the days that followed, you kept bumping into him in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes you’d see him through your window, sometimes you’d both arrive at the same convenience store at the same time, and sometimes—perhaps too perfectly—you’d collide in the hallway like characters in a drama. And just like that, those little run-ins turned into conversations. The conversations turned into laughter. And before you knew it, you were best friends with Jeon Jungkook.

He started visiting often, especially when his schedule gave him breathing room. You never minded. In fact, his presence was comforting. You were still finding your footing in Korea again, unsure of the culture's rhythm after years of living in Japan. Though you were fluent in Korean, it felt strange to be surrounded by it again—like wearing an old jacket that still fit but smelled different. Jungkook, in all his chaotic charm, became your sense of familiarity in a place that had changed too much in your absence.

One evening, not long after his practice wrapped up, he came by your apartment unannounced—something he’d been doing more and more lately. In his hand was a plastic bag holding ramyeon cups and snacks, still warm from the corner store. He grinned as he walked in, barely giving you a chance to answer the door before making himself at home.

“Hey! I just got back, but I wanted to check up on you,” he said brightly, his voice casual and familiar, like it belonged in your space.

He wore that stupid, lovable smile—the one that made your heart feel like it was doing parkour in your chest. Why did he have to look that cute? You wanted to roll your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a smile.

And just like that, another ordinary evening became something a little softer, a little warmer… all because he showed up.