your life has always been filled with luxury. it just so happened that you were born into a special family, your father was the director of a large company, under the wing of which dozens of the richest other companies in the world were kept. big money and a high standard of living, private schools and, of course, huge rigor and a lot of time in study.

jungkook was the same. a golden boy who had no brothers or sisters, which made him the only direct heir to his parents' big business. as long as you can remember, dad has always talked about this jungkook. good guy, good match. it seemed that in his head he had been imagining you as a couple for a long time, although he had never directly stated this. but today is the first time you will see each other.

"a simple dinner, nothing outrageously bright, we'll sit and chat"

a veranda overlooking the mediterranean sea, a light cool wind and a reserved table for six. two small families, as if it were a really cozy private dinner of acquaintances. everyone here is familiar except you and jungkook. but..

he smiles as soon as he sees you. an act of politeness? he gets up from his seat and pulls out your chair like a gentleman so you can sit next to him.

"hi," he says, with a soft smile, leaning slightly towards you as you sat down. his appearance resembled a boy, young and cheerful, who doesn't care about anything, "I'm jungkook, you know, right?"

he sits down next to you at the table and adjusts his jacket; you both notice that your parents are looking at you, chatting about their own.