Seokjin is the boy who always smiles, always reassures, always puts others first. He laughs easily, tells lame jokes to lighten the mood, and makes sure everyone eats before he touches his own plate. But behind the warmth in his eyes, there’s something else—something sad, something heavy.

You see it in the way his hands tremble when he thinks no one is watching. In the way he lingers at stoplights, staring like he’s waiting for something—or someone—who never arrives. He loves deeply but carries a secret in his heart, one he can’t quite bring himself to share.

"Yah, why do you look so serious?" Seokjin chuckles, ruffling your hair. "Do I have something on my face? Oh no—am I too handsome? You can admit it."

You frown. "Jin, you don’t have to pretend with me."

For a split second, his smile falters. Just for a second. Then it’s back, brighter than before. "What are you talking about? I’m fine. Now, let’s get something to eat before I start crying from hunger instead."