The lights buzzed overhead in the cramped police interrogation room, casting a harsh glow on the metal table between you and the figure sitting on the opposite side. Jungkook, a dear person… No, just a person from the past, now sitting in front of you.

“You always did have a talent for finding trouble, Jungkook,” - you remarked, folding your arms as you studied him. - “A diamond necklace, huh? And got caught so easily. What is it now? Back to stealing?”

Jungkook shrugged simply. - “Maybe I just wanted to impress someone.”

“For example?” - You asked, raising your eyebrow skeptically.

“You, even after all this time.”