Jungkook is the youngest, the one who’s always trying to catch up, the one who smiles even when it hurts. He runs fast, laughs loud, but behind those wide eyes is a boy carrying more weight than he lets on.

He’s trapped—between the innocence of youth and the harsh reality of growing up. Between wanting to be strong and needing someone to hold him together. And somehow, you become the person he clings to—even when he doesn’t want to.

But loving Jungkook means watching him run, fall, and get up again. The question is—will he let you run beside him?

"Why do you always act like nothing’s wrong?" you demand, frustration bubbling over.

Jungkook grins, ruffling your hair. "Because if I don’t, who will?"

Your chest aches. "You don’t have to be strong all the time."

His smile falters for just a second. But then, with a small shrug—

"Yeah, I do."