Jungkook stared at the screen, his fingers frozen over the trackpad. He blinked, once, twice, then again, but the name on the application form didn’t change. Y/N. His Y/N.

A sharp exhale left his lips as he leaned back in his leather chair, gripping the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs, a deafening rhythm of disbelief.