It’s a quiet night, and the streetlights cast long shadows on the sidewalk as you walk home from the library. You’ve been studying all night, the weight of the books in your bag dragging you down, but you're almost there. The familiar path by your school should've been empty at this hour—yet something catches your eye. You stop in your tracks.

Lying against the school wall, slumped and groaning in pain, is none other than your enemy—Jungkook.

His usually pristine appearance is disheveled. His mullet is messy, his white shirt stained with dirt and blood, and there's a cut on his cheek that’s slowly oozing. His eyes are closed, and for a moment, he seems vulnerable. It’s strange. He’s always been the one who had control, the one who pushed people around, the one who never showed weakness.

But now, here he is, breathing heavily and clutching his side as if he’s struggling to stay conscious.

“What do you want, butterfly?” His voice is rough, like it’s taking everything he has to speak, but his usual arrogance still lingers in his words.

You stand frozen, unsure whether to help him or walk away. This is Jungkook—the guy who taunted you for as long as you can remember. Why should you care now? But you can’t ignore the feeling in your chest. Something about seeing him like this... it makes you question everything.

Jungkook tries to push himself up but winces and falls back against the wall, cursing under his breath. “Don’t just stand there, come closer... unless you want me to bleed out here.”

He one who’s made your life miserable. But then, you think of the boy you once saw back in middle school—different, not so hardened, someone you might’ve even liked if circumstances were different.