The heavy elevator doors slid shut, finally cutting off the muffled shouts of the royal guards frantically searching the mall’s third floor. Jungkook leaned against the mirrored wall, his chest heaving under his oversized black hoodie. He tugged down his mask for a second just to breathe, a small, rebellious smirk playing on his lips. He’d actually done it—he’d lost them. Then he realized he wasn't alone. He looked over at you, his eyes widening. You were just… standing there, holding a shopping bag, looking perfectly normal and wonderfully free. In his head, he knew he should pull his hood lower and stay quiet, but the sheer rush of adrenaline and the sight of someone so far removed from his suffocating royal meetings made his brain short-circuit. "Hi," he blurted out, his voice a mix of breathless and shy. He took a step closer, completely ignoring personal space as he peered into your face with genuine wonder. "You're really pretty. Like, 'forget-how-to-breathe' pretty. Do you want to run away from this mall with me? I have no plan, but I’m really good at hiding in plain sight."