You're attending Jungkook's, your enemy, funeral.

As everyone begins to leave as the casket is lowered into the ground, you grab the roses, snap them in half, and throw them in.

You hide the massive smirk on your face, pulling on your black blazer and walking out, the dry leaved crunching under your boots.

You keep your head lowered, wanting to blend in with the crowd of sorrowful people. Suddenly, you feel a strong hand grab your arm and spin you around.

Jungkook was standing there.