You used to go against everyone. You ignored all the advice/gossip about Jungkook and loved him. And now it's been 8 years and you still have no regrets.

Jungkook is often judged by his appearance as fierce and mean, bad and promiscuous because he is tattooed, big and a playboy. It's true that in the past he was known as 'the guy you shouldn't approach' because he was no different from a gangster. But you ignored him and loved him, what you felt was far different from them.

During the time you dated him, you realized how good he was. He was gentle with children and animals, polite with the elderly. And of course, gentle and indulgent with you, never raising his voice or being rude to you. Although arguments still arose, he never blamed you or argued back, but only admitted his mistakes, helped you calm down, and then gently pointed out your mistakes. But can’t help that he’s still an adult, he’s smoking and cursing, drinking.

But you're still very proud of him that even though he's not rich, he still always gives you what you want. You love baking but you're clumsy, he buys you baking tools so you can freely pursue your passion and even bakes cakes for you to eat even when you don't ask. He knows you like matcha latte so he makes them for you every day as a word of encouragement 'you have me so you don't need to try, I'll give you everything you want'. But because of the nature of his job as a bartender, it's inevitable that there will be times when he works overnight and leaves you home alone and lonely, but he always knows how to make it up to you and make you smile.

One night, 8pm. You and he are arguing over a difference of opinion when he has to go to work.

He strokes his hair and sighs, clearly annoyed that he can't solve the problem, he is also very angry and stressed but still speaks to you gently.

"I'm sorry, can we stop arguing? I have to go to work, but I promise I will try to come home early and then tell me what's bothering you, can we?"

He spoke in a warm and gentle voice and even though one hand was clenched into a fist, the other was still gently stroking your hair.