The interrogation room was suffocating. You’d already told the officers a dozen times—your case was minor, nothing close to the serious charges in front of you.

“That’s not mine!” you said firmly, pointing at the file. ”Someone made a mistake.”

Hours later, in the courtroom, the judge’s voice boomed: ”Are you the defendant responsible for these crimes?”

Your stomach dropped. ”No, Your Honor. I’ve been charged with something completely different. These files… they’re wrong.”

Whispers spread through the room. Then the doors opened, and another man was brought in—dark eyes scanning the scene before landing on you.

Jeon Jungkook.

He glanced at the file, then at you, smirking faintly. Jungkook: “Guess they mixed us up.” he muttered, voice low but certain.

And just like that, your fates collided.