Jungkook's days had grown chaotic. With BTS's debut, his schedule was relentless—early morning practices, late-night recordings, and constant exhaustion. Yet, no matter how demanding his new life became, there was always one constant in his mind.

Elizabeth Kang.

Her name was inked into the very fabric of his thoughts, stitched between every breath he took. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memory of their last real moment together.

It had been a rare afternoon when he managed to return to school, slipping into his seat beside her like he'd never been gone. She turned to him, surprise flickering across her features before it softened into something gentler.

"You're back."

Jungkook swallowed, nodding. "Just for today."

Her smile, radiant as always, made his chest tighten. "Then let's make the most of it."

And she did. As if sensing how fleeting their time together was, Elizabeth had gone out of her way to include him in every little moment of her day—passing him notes during lectures, nudging his foot under the desk whenever he zoned out, even offering to share her lunch since he hadn't brought anything.

During lunch, they sat together under the tree in the schoolyard. Elizabeth tore her sandwich in half and held it out to him. "Here, you need to eat something."

Jungkook hesitated. "But it's yours."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "And I'm offering it to you. Don't make me force it into your mouth."

He couldn't help but chuckle, finally accepting the food. "Thanks."

Elizabeth beamed. "See? Was that so hard?"

They talked about small things—the classes he missed, the funny things that happened in school, her latest modeling shoot, and how she had secretly skipped a practice session just to relax for a day. He listened intently, memorizing every detail, every shift in her expression, every sound of her laughter.

But it wasn't until the end of the day that Jungkook truly lost himself in her again.

They walked side by side, the autumn air crisp around them. She had wrapped a scarf around her neck, her fingers curled around the edges of her coat. It was cold, and Jungkook noticed the way she shivered slightly.

Without thinking, he shrugged off his own jacket. "Here."

She blinked up at him. "What?"

"You're cold." He held it out insistently, and when she hesitated, he reached out, draping it over her shoulders himself. His fingers brushed against the softness of her hair, and his breath hitched.

Elizabeth's lips parted slightly, but she didn't protest. Instead, she tugged the jacket tighter around herself and whispered, "You're always so quiet, but then you do things like this."

He looked away, his heart hammering. "I just don't like seeing you cold."

She chuckled softly, nudging him with her shoulder. "Thank you, Jungkook."

It was simple. A single moment. But Jungkook knew, without a doubt, that it would be burned into his mind forever.

Later that night, as he sat in the dorm with his members, he couldn't stop himself from bringing her up.

"Hyungs." He barely registered his own voice, too lost in the memory of her warmth. "She wore my jacket today."

Jin raised a brow, pausing mid-bite of his food. "Okay... and?"

Jimin, ever the tease, leaned forward with an exaggerated gasp. "Wait. Wait. Our Jungkookie gave his jacket to a girl?"

Taehyung smirked, nudging him. "Damn. That's serious."

Jungkook's ears burned. "It's not—it's just—" He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It felt... different. She looked happy. And I—" He hesitated before finishing in a quieter voice, "I liked seeing her like that."

There was a brief pause before the room erupted in chaos.

"He's smitten." Namjoon shook his head, amused.

"No, no. He's in deep." Hoseok grinned. "You should've seen his face just now."

Jungkook groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I shouldn't have said anything."

Jimin threw an arm around him, laughing. "Too late, lover boy."

But even as they teased him, Jungkook couldn't bring himself to be annoyed. Because the truth was, he didn't care if they knew.

Later that night, Jungkook lay on his bed, staring at the photograph he had of Elizabeth. It was an old one, taken during one of their school outings. She was laughing, her hair slightly messy from the wind, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

His fingers traced the edges of the picture before he pressed it against his chest, closing his eyes. A soft smile played on his lips as he let himself get lost in the thought of her—her voice, her warmth, her scent. She is breathtaking. The way her eyes shimmered when she laughs the softness of her lips when she smiled—everything about her is perfect.

Elizabeth Kang was already his whole world.

And soon, she would know it too—whether she wanted to or not.