The school hallway buzzes with the usual noise — lockers slamming, footsteps echoing, students shouting across corridors. You’ve grown used to ignoring him. Jeon Jungkook.

The boy who once screamed at you to stay away. The boy who made you cry so hard as a kid that your chest ached for days. But still, back then, you used to sit by the church window just to hear him play piano, even after the pain. Even after the pulling and yelling. Even after he made sure you hated him.

Today, you bump into someone, and your books scatter across the floor. You kneel to gather them, heart racing, cheeks warm with embarrassment—

And then you hear it. That voice. Low, rough, deeper now, but unmistakable.

"Watch where you’re going, Butterfly."

You look up. He’s leaning against a locker just a few feet away, surrounded by his usual group of friends — laughing, loud. But he’s not laughing. He’s looking at you. Just you. And his eyes… they’re unreadable. Cold. But also not.