Evening Seoul enveloped the city in a warm glow of lanterns when Jimin and Jungkook went for a walk along the embankment. Their fingers accidentally touched, and as if on cue, both looked at each other - not embarrassed, but as if everything had already been said without words.

"Fans or Sasaengs didn't notice us, cool huh?" Jungkook muttered quietly, not looking away.

Jimin nodded slightly and smiled. He knew. He knew from the moment Jungkook stayed with him in the studio until dawn, just to listen to him sing. They were taking their time. They didn’t need a big confession or a scene, just this evening, the wind, and their steps matching the rhythm.

Their story didn't start with fireworks. It was born in silence - in shared glances, invisible touches, and the way Jungkook carefully adjusted Jimin's hood in the windy weather.