You first met Jungkook when you were both fourteen, assigned to be lab partners in chemistry class. He was quiet at first, shy with a messy mop of hair that constantly fell into his eyes. But he had a voice that could make time stop, a voice that sent shivers down your spine when you overheard him humming in the hallway one day. And when you told him that, he had laughed, cheeks dusted pink, mumbling something about how he only sang for fun.

That was before he dreamed of becoming an idol. Before the late-night conversations about chasing dreams and making it big. Before he kissed you one summer evening under the oak tree in the schoolyard, his voice shaky as he asked, "Can I be yours?"