"Do hell with you and your pretentious love, Namjoon! Just leave me alone, will you?!" you shouted, your angry eyes locking onto his, only to find him smiling innocently, which made you grit your teeth in frustration.
He had become so much more stub...
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It was too early in the morning, so early even the sun hadn't woken up. The streets were empty, and the sky was still. No birds, no sound—just silence.
The only sign of life came from the 24-hour convenience store nearby, its lights glowing faintly against the darkness. Inside, the sleepy cashier sat behind the counter, looking like he was seconds away from dozing off.
And then there was you, sitting in the store, doing... well, doing nothing, really. Unless counting the packets of face wipes on the shelf in front of you counts as a job. If it did, you were working hard—you'd counted 233 so far.
The cashier, though, wasn't paying attention. He was fast asleep, head leaning back, completely unaware that someone could easily rob the place.
But sleep like that only comes when someone trusts you with their life.
And this cashier? Oh, he trusted you. Because the cashier in question was none other than Jeon Jungkook himself.
A fan not trusting their idol with their life? Now, that would be the real joke.
So, there you sat, the unofficial guardian of Jungkook's convenience store kingdom, wondering if this surreal moment was a dream—or just a wild story waiting to happen.
You hadn't slept peacefully in six days. Your thoughts were relentless, clawing at you every time you closed your eyes.
The incident from a week ago still lingered like a fresh cut, raw and unhealed in the mess of your already complicated life.
But it wasn't about the case. The case had left you utterly satisfied with its outcome. You should have been sleeping with a smile on your face, feeling victorious. Instead, here you were—sitting in a convenience store at 4 a.m., staring blankly at the shelves.
Overthinking.
Namjoon's help had saved you that day in court. For that, you were grateful—eternally so. But beneath the gratitude, deep in the hidden corners of your heart, was a loneliness you couldn't shake.
It was the kind of loneliness that creeps in when something you once loved—the thing that used to ignite your spirit—suddenly feels distant. Like a favorite song losing its magic or a place you once found comfort in now feeling empty.
Winning the case should have been your triumph, your ultimate high. But instead, it left you with a strange hollowness.
Almost like you lost something along the way.
"Miss Min, how are you feeling?"
"How difficult was it to reveal the most hideous criminal in Korea?"
"Can you share your lawsuit journey?"
The questions came one after another that day, relentless and exhausting. But you handled them, as always, with the poise you'd trained yourself to master. Positive, negative—it didn't matter. Your smile never faltered, though it felt paper-thin. You wore it like armor, a shield to deflect the world's curiosity.
