The train ride to The Capital wasn't too long all things considered—a couple hours, but nothing more. The reaping was in the morning, they left around noon, had lunch and a couple free hours after, but it wasn't an overnight trip. They gave the tributes rooms to make them comfortable, they accommodated them with all things necessary, but there really wasn't time to use most of what they were given. There was time to eat, to get some of Yoongi's training, to maybe rest a little bit if they so wished, but that was about all.

Jimin looks through one of the train's many windows, slightly in awe. He knew The Capital was absurd in many ways—that much he could gather from what he saw on TV. But he didn't realize the absurdity was at a level this extreme. It was more than Jimin felt he could comprehend.

The average Capital citizen—appearing in droves in front of the train station—made Hoseok look extremely normal somehow. District 10's escort only wore bright clothes and dyed his hair flashy colors. Most other Capitalites, on the other hand, had big, bright hairdos, and ostentatious, over-the-top clothes. Some of them had even dyed their skin various colors. They were flamboyant and jovial. The way they acted made it seem as if they didn't have a single problem in the world.

Jimin couldn't imagine living this kind of lifestyle. He was content with his plain clothes, and his normal hair color. Sure, he had his hardships, but he liked his life enough.

Or...he used to anyways.

Would he have been happier if he were a Capitalite? If he were born here, would he come to know any feeling beyond utter contentment? Maybe...maybe if this were the only life he had ever known, he'd love those clothes, that hair, their high-pitched voices. He'd never have to worry about getting taken from his home and sent to kill his peers. He'd never have to worry about his brother, or his best friend—the one he loves—being ripped away from him to be killed for entertainment.

For the first time in his life, Jimin wished he was one of those Capitalites. He wished he loved those absurd styles, and foreign mannerisms. He wished The Capital was his home.

But it wasn't, and he wasn't coming here to return home...he was coming here to die.

The train comes to a stop and the doors open. Jungkook was by his side the second they did, his face coming close to Jimin's ear.

"Remember to smile, Mimmie," Jungkook whispers. The nickname alone causes him to ease up, just the tiniest bit. He knew Jungkook was right—he needed to get people to like him. He wasn't going to get sponsors with a permanent frown on his face.

And so, with a deep breath, he smiles big, his eyes bright. He has to pretend to be proud. He has to think from the mindset of a Capitalite. He thinks in his mind...if he were to act as such, what would he say? 'I am proud to be a part of this event. I am part of an event to entertain people. I am a cute doll. If I smile, people will love me.'

That made Jimin sick to his stomach.

He surprised himself with how big he could make his smile. Because right now, there was nothing to smile about.

The crowd cheers at them. Behind Jimin's smile was anger. His Capitalite mindset was gone. How could they be so heartless!? These people—these children—were coming to The Capital to get slaughtered, and they're ecstatic at the thought.

But...it wasn't really their fault, Jimin realizes, not on a personal level. These people were so out of touch from reality. They were raised this way...it was like the districts were a different species. They could watch children of another species get murdered for their pleasure, in the same way Jimin was okay with livestock getting slaughtered for food. That was how they saw the districts...animals. Nothing more.

They lived in ignorant bliss.

They've never had their friends, their families, their lovers, taken away from them, just to be killed in front of the country in a televised event. Their parents, and the parents of their parents taught them to believe The Games was a wonderful thing. It was the people who started it, who told their young that this was the most exciting event of the year, that Jimin hated the most.

He shouldn't be so angry! As terrible as it was, as much as he was dreading the next few weeks, he didn't want his last bit of time on earth to be full of sadness and anger.

He could wait until The Games for that.

Jimin takes Jungkook's hand yet again, and the crowd instantly gets louder. Jimin was surprised that they noticed so quickly.

He looks up at Jungkook's face, watching his eyes travel down to their hands, and then back at Jimin's own eyes. Once their eyes meet, Jungkook's obviously—well, obvious for Jimin—fake smile turns a bit more...genuine.

Jimin's own smile becomes a bit more authentic as well, seeing Jungkook's bunny one. It was so familiar, Jimin has loved it since the second he was acquainted with it. Jungkook's hand moves in the smaller's own, intertwining their fingers, hands now locked. Jimin almost couldn't see him his smile is so big, trying to forget anything and everything. How does the taller do it?

No person was powerful enough to take all the pain away, but seeing Jungkook's face, holding his hand even, it numbed the hurt. Jimin hopes he can do the same for Jungkook too, he wants to get rid of all his pain. But right now, he knows he can't, so instead...he just tries his hardest to make Jungkook's problems as minimal as possible.

He wants to be Jungkook's biggest source of happiness, just like Jungkook is to him.

"Come on, move along~" Hoseok ushers the group forward. They travel like sheep to yet another car. This time there were enough seats to accommodate everyone. Unlike the districts, The Capital was actually prepared for the twist of The Quarter Quell. "Let's go children, we're on a schedule!" Hoseok didn't really have the right to call them children. He was only three years older than Jimin, and he had only been their escort for that amount of time. Jimin didn't dare complain out loud though.

The car ride was very short. The train station was built to be close to these buildings—mostly unoccupied throughout the year except for these short weeks. Now though, the area was bustling with life, with more people than Jimin could count just standing in the streets as they passed.

Too soon they were being pulled away from each other yet again. It was so violent, but it had to be to make sure they didn't run away, because Jimin was sure people had tried. Why would he though? He knew nothing about this city, he would stick out like a sore thumb! Plus, he was getting killed either way. Might as well protect Jungkook while he could instead of getting shot for being defiant.

Jimin was put into a small room, and then silence. Jimin had never experienced a time where the silence was too loud for him to concentrate, but there was a first time for everything he supposed. He was surrounded by loud noises and chaos and hundreds of voices today...so much so that the silence was now almost painful.

But he was saved from the silence but a few minutes later, for soon the door opens again and a broad-shouldered, remarkably handsome man comes into view. Eye contact was made, and a smile forms from behind those plump lips of his. Jimin was surprised by how handsome this man was—he's seen very few more attractive than the broad-shouldered Capitalite. Just Jungkook, if he really thinks about it.

"Oh, well aren't you a cute doll," The man compliments. "Don't you make my job easy? All I have to do is polish you up a bit here and there and you're bound to get sponsors." The taller man seemed gentle and kind, and it eases Jimin's nerves the slightest bit.

Unlike most Capitalites, this man looked incredibly normal. The only modification that was visible on his body was his dyed pink hair. Jimin would have never thought someone from The Capital could look like this—so...plain compared to the extravagant citizens of this town. Even his clothes were simple—wearing black jeans, and a hoodie that matched his hair. Hoodies were something typically only working-class citizens in the lower districts wore—and that was only if they could afford them.

"My name is Kim Seokjin, by the way. But you can call me Jin if you like," The handsome man introduces. "I'm twenty-three, and originally from District 1."

That made so much more sense. But it also brought up a billion more questions, starting with, "What? Th-then why do you live in The Capital now?"

"Oh he does speak. Good—not all of my clients have been chatty," Seokjin remarks, his smile a bit wider. "And it makes sense, but it's still hard to have a conversation with a wall. I moved here when I was twenty, after being specifically asked to be a stylist for The Games. I worked as a fashion designer for The Capital, and I guess they were really impressed."

"Good for you," Jimin smiles sadly. Jin's kids would never have to experience the reaping. They will never experience The Hunger Games in the way the children from their father's district would. They might even be taught to enjoy it. Jimin had never wanted kids, not since he was a little boy. He couldn't imagine the pain parents felt losing their children so brutally—it was painful enough losing a family friend. He really hoped Seokjin would teach them the real pain of The Games, so at least someone in The Capital cared about them.

"I was actually so pleased when I heard I got to work with you," Seokjin tells him. "You're one of the ones everyone's talking about, right? The couple?"

"Ah no," Jimin doesn't meet the older's gaze, blush on his cheeks. With others he could easily answer with an annoyed scoff, but Jin was just too nice for that. "Jungkook is my best friend. W-we're just friends."

"But it seems like someone doesn't want to be, Baby," Even though he wasn't born here, Jin talks like someone from The Capital. If he were to judge him by his voice alone, Jimin could've concluded he was a native Capitalite.

Jimin's eyes widen. "W-wait, it can't possibly be that obvious, is it?"

"Please, a blind mouse with a veil over its head could tell," Seokjin waves a hand. "Are you telling me people don't know?"

"I think it's only obvious because all eyes are on us," Jimin says dejectedly. "My every move is monitored now. God damn it, please don't tell anyone." He screws his eyes shut, waves of negative emotions washing over him against his will. "I'm going to die soon. I couldn't bear our last few days being awkward. I need to protect him, I need him to live, I...I want my last moments to be with him. You can not say anything."

"Honey, of course I won't," Jin sips the tea that he brought with him. "But it seems so much like you two are a couple. You've never talked about it?"

"Of course not! Not when it could ruin everything," Jimin shakes his head. "Why would I tell him something that could potentially ruin our friendship forever. I love Jungkook, I love being his best friend, I just need him in my life. Besides, I'm 100% certain he doesn't love me back—not in that way. Why waste breath on something that isn't reciprocated?"

"I dunno, Baby. He looked in love with you to me," Seokjin puts a finger on his chin.

"You people are just seeing what you want to see, through a filtered lens," Jimin purses his lips. "You jump to conclusions because you want to believe a certain thing, and then base your reality around that assumption. Jungkook is not in love with me, I promise you that."

"Mmhm, I don't see how you can promise someone else's feelings for them, but I like you, so I won't debate you any further. You do know him better than I do, after all," Jin doesn't sound convinced, but he lets it go.

Jimin was thankful for that...that someone actually cared about his feelings here. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, maybe Seokjin only cared about the 'relationship drama,' like everyone else, but Jimin felt he had to grasp at nothing so he wouldn't drown in his despair.

"Alright, the tribute parade is starting in just a few hours," Jin says after a second. "We should start getting ready, shall we?"

Jimin laughs a bitter laugh. "You ask me as if I have a choice."

For a split second, Jimin sees a look flash across his stylist's face of what he can only describe as sympathy, but it leaves so quickly Jimin is half convinced he just imagined it. "Let me bring in my team and we'll get to work, okay? I'll make it as enjoyable as possible."

They both knew it wasn't much, but Jimin kind of appreciates the gesture.

Seokjin brings in a team of three enthusiastic young adults. The second they walked in, it was so apparent to Jimin that they were Capitalites. The team consisted of two men and a women—all equally perky, wide smiles on their faces. Now these were the people that scared Jimin. Not Seokjin, not even Hoseok. These people.

Seokjin seemed to remember Jimin had complex emotions. Hoseok was out of touch when it came to The Hunger Games, sure. But these people were just the worst in Jimin's book. Jimin wasn't even human to them—even while sitting here right in front of the trio, speaking their language. How could one be so disconnected from reality?

The woman, under all those layers of altercations, seemed like she would be pretty. Every Capitalite looked like they had the potential to be beautiful, really. But she had dyed her skin pink—she looked like human bubblegum. And her hair was bright yellow and wavy—the colors clashed. Her dress was an off-white tone, made with intricate lace and decorated with spots of color here and there.

Both men were taller than Jimin. The shorter of the two—about Jungkook's height, Jimin realized—hadn't dyed his skin, so it remained its original deep olive. But that hardly helped. His teal hair was swooped up with gel, and when he opened his mouth, Jimin saw a batch of sharp teeth. Fox teeth, is what he said they were—somewhere within the continuous words coming out of the three of their mouths. Jimin had to use all his self-control not to make his eyes go wide in front of them.

The other man was very tall—well over six feet. His dark skin actually sort of matched his brilliant red curly hair. Undoubtedly the most conservative of the three, he wore a floral button-up shirt under a royal blue vest that hugged his frame. His nails were painted a regal purple—it was obvious he wanted to imitate royalty. He still intimidated Jimin. The boy never thought he'd meet anyone like him.

"Oh he's so pretty!" The shorter male gawks. "I'm going to turn him into a doll! I bet Jinnie already called you a doll, Darling, didn't he? And for good reason! You're 100% doll material!"

"Topaz makes dolls of people he finds attractive," Seokjin explains. "Though I think we all agree on the fact that you're beautiful. There's not many I've met in my life prettier than you. The others are named Marius and Brielle, by the way." The boy waves and the girl bounces on the balls of her feet. How do they have this much energy?

"Darling, once we get our hands on you, you'll be the prettiest man alive, and that's a promise!" Marius claps his hands at a fast pace.

The thing was...Jimin didn't necessarily want to be pretty, not right now at least. He was already the center of attention. He didn't need more—especially none from The Capital citizens obsessing over his appearance.

But, on the other hand...looking attractive could get him more sponsors for The Games...which meant better odds for Jungkook.

He decides to comply without a word.

The three from The Capital get to work quickly as Jin orders them around. The stylist is like a wave of calm amongst all the chaos—Jimin focuses on his voice just to stay sane.

They strip him down, leaving him in only his underwear. His denim shirt was cast aside without much thought. Jimin's heart sank as he watched it fly—it was one of his favorite shirts that he owned.

But then he remembered he wouldn't be needing it anymore.

They try taking Jimin's boxers too, but the boy protests immediately. He was in no way comfortable with that. And Jin advocates for him. Maybe it was because Jin was the only decent, down to earth person he had met all day—so much so that his standards had lowered—but he was starting to sort of like this man. Seokjin was taking care of him.

Jimin feels like an animal as the three work. And he had expected it to happen, but he couldn't have possibly imagined just how raw and dehumanizing it was. They scrub him free of dirt, and get rid of the hair from his legs and arms. They also cut down his hair, taming the bits that had gotten a little long. His eyebrows were trimmed, and they did his makeup. It was very subtle—just to enhance his natural features.

The prep team steps back and admires their work. Jimin feels small under their gaze, especially since two of them loom over him.

"Well, if this didn't prove angels are real," Brielle remarks as Topaz takes more pictures. Jimin crosses his arms in front of him, shivering.

"May I put some clothes on now please?" Jimin says, albeit a bit meekly. He was just so self-conscious around them—he looked and acted so different from them all.

"Of course, Jimin. The outfit just came in!" Seokjin exclaims, dashing off to get the garments that Jimin was to wear for the tribute parade. Each tribute wore pieces that represented the district they came from. For District 10, they were usually dressed as cowboys or farmers, or something in a similar capacity.

Jin rushes back in. "Those of you from District 10 are dressed the same every year for the tribute parade. Farmers, cowboys, how boring is that? You wear that stuff every day." If every day meant wearing bedazzled cowboy costumes that were not in any way functionable for Jimin's line of work, then yes, that statement was accurate. "But we decided to be innovative! Today you guys will be the cows you take care of so well!"

Jin unzips the clothing bag to reveal cow print. Nothing but cow print. It was three pieces—a shirt, pants, and vest that would make his waist look tiny. At the end of the shirt were lace cuffs.

It was extremely simple...that worried Jimin.

"I know what you're thinking, 'How will I stand out wearing something so plain?'" Seokjin gets it right exactly. "Well, lucky for you, you stand out more than anyone I've ever seen! They'll focus on you instead of the costume, Baby. And besides, you have the couple story on your side anyways, so eyes will be on you regardless. This piece will simply make people adore you even more!"

"A-alright..." Jimin doesn't dare protest. He was getting put in that outfit whether he liked it or not. And he chose to trust Jin. He seemed intelligent.

They take his stutter as permission to get to work, dressing him up like their little doll.

*

Jungkook was the first out of the boys in his district to be finished. Peacekeepers were stationed every six feet for as far as the eye could see. So they wouldn't be getting dragged around anymore, because there was no chance they could get out of here. Jungkook felt trapped...but he supposed that was how he was supposed to feel.

Personally, Jungkook thought the outfit was a bit stupid. Cow print was not attractive, it was weird. The districts hardly saw patterns like this in their garments—maybe some simple floral prints if anything. This pattern was no way to get sponsors, and no sponsors meant a lesser chance of Jimin winning.

And Jimin had to win.

His prep team was...not any worse than he expected. Not any better, but not worse either. Simply perky and colorful—average Capital people. Jungkook almost wanted to laugh at the irony of 'Capital' and 'average,' being in the same sentence, but his chest was too heavy for that. The circumstances didn't allow it.

"Koo?" At the sound of his name, he turns around.

And there was Jimin.

Jungkook's heart thumps when he sees the angel in front of him, like it was the first time all over again. His hair, his eyes, his waist. Suddenly cow print didn't seem so bad.

"'Oh my, that Jimin kid is so darling!'" Jungkook tries to joke half-heartedly, voice getting caught in the back of his throat as he tries to imitate a Capital girl. He wanted to make Jimin feel better, even if it meant forcing himself to joke around. He still wants to cry again. "'I wonder if he'll date me if he wins?'"

He wasn't lying though. Somehow, he managed to not only look cute, but incredibly hot, all at the same time. To him, Jimin was the most attractive man in the world.

"Stop, Koo," Jimin's eyes were sad as he smiled the smallest bit. "But thank you for trying to make things better. How do you manage to even attempt joking in a time like this?"

"I just try not to think about what's to come," Jungkook lies. In reality he was panicking, he just knew he couldn't show it. For him, for Jimin, and for all of the people watching—both live and on TV—he had to pretend he wasn't terrified. So yes, maybe he was lying to Jimin. But maybe if he told Jimin little white lies, he could convince himself enough to believe it.

"Yeah...aren't we all," Jimin breathes in slowly. "I guess I'll try harder then."

Jungkook scrambles quickly to find a new subject. "You know, I'm sure you're thinking what I'm thinking—that this outfit is crazy, but...it really suits you." His eyes soften. This would be one of his last memories of Jimin. He has to choose to remember it fondly.

"Why?" Jimin furrows his eyebrows. "Do I look like a cow?"

"No that's not what I'm saying at all!" Jungkook shakes his head. "I just meant...well, I guess you just look really good. You look good in everything, b-but, you look great now, even in weird cow print."

A small blush forms on Jimin's cheeks, and Jungkook's own face feels hot in response. Damn it, he didn't mean to make him feel embarrassed! He ran his mouth, his nerves were controlling his tongue.

But instead, Jimin looks down softly—not unnoticed by Jungkook. "Thanks, Koo. I think you look really good too. Who knew tailored suits could make cow print look so good? You made it happen."

The compliment gives Jungkook the tiniest boost of happiness, enough for his heart to lift out of his stomach and into his diaphragm instead. It didn't change much, but it distracted Jungkook, just for a moment. "Oh, thank y-"

"Oh my God, you guys are so cute!" Hoseok appears next to them suddenly. Jungkook didn't know how he managed to sneak up on people. He was so loud. "But we need to get ready guys, board the chariots. People are so excited to see you!"

Jimin and Jungkook walk behind their escort, being cooperative so as to not cause unnecessary trouble. The rest of the District 10 tributes had arrived. The four of them kept their distance from each other—none of them knew anyone else. Jungkook looks at them with envy. They didn't have to do this with their friends, and potentially watch their loved ones die.

"They look so lonely," Jimin remarks, as if reading Jungkook's thoughts. He seemed sad for them—which was very different from how the taller was feeling. Jungkook looks at him fondly. Typical Jimin, always caring for others, even when he was in the worst situation imaginable. Jungkook wished he could be more like him.

He didn't want to respond to his best friend. He couldn't figure out a way to twist his thoughts into words in a way that wouldn't make Jimin even sadder. Because it was better to be lonely in The Hunger Games. Jimin had to know that. At least they had motivation to win, to live.

Jungkook didn't have that.

"Alright," Hoseok speaks before Jungkook has to answer him. "We will be going shortest to tallest, which means Jimin in the front chariot, Jungkook in the back. Quickly guys, they just sent out the first District 1 chariot."

Jungkook looks at Jimin once more before walking to the third chariot, beautiful black horses hooked up to the front. One of the girls—the only one who didn't cry—gets up into the chariot next to him.

Her outfit was a dress of the same print as Jungkook's outfit, strapless with lace ruffles at the bust and hem to match the ones at the end of Jungkook's sleeves. The top of the garment was a ribbed corset. Like the buttons used on Jungkook's outfit, the dress had a belt of the same color—black—cinching the skinny girl's waist. All the district kids were skinny at best, extremely malnourished at worst.

She doesn't speak at first. Jungkook doesn't know her name. It was said once at the reaping, it was repeated on TV, but Jungkook was too distracted to remember it—he was swept up in his thoughts. Plus...when she died, it won't feel as bad for him, knowing nothing about her except that they come from the same district. The thought made Jungkook feel gross, he didn't want to be such a selfish person. But what else could he do?

"...So how long have you known Jimin for?" The girl ends up speaking to him.

Jungkook clears his throat in surprise. He hadn't really expected her to talk. "Um, for five years now. My family owns a slaughterhouse, and his family are the farmers who raise and supply the livestock. We're business partners and family friends. I work with my father; we do the bulk of the work. It used to be my older brother who did my job instead of me...but then he died in The Hunger Games."

"O-oh," She stutters out of surprise, looking away. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay...I'm trying not to think about it right now," Jungkook looks down. "It's hard enough usually anyways."

"Almost all of District 9's chariots have started moving! It's just about your turn~!" Hoseok sings. "You'll all stand out, I know it!"

...In a way, Hoseok was right. They looked so insane that they'd definitely stand out. Cow print was loud and obnoxious, but their outfit silhouettes were simple. And, from what Jungkook saw, very different from the other tributes. Maybe...maybe the stylists actually were using their heads. The wealthy Capitalites would have a bigger focus on them for this, they'd get more attention, they'd get more sponsors. At least Jimin looked great in the outfit. He'll gain attention no matter what.

"It's time!" Hoseok shrieks, jolting Jungkook out of his thoughts and surprising him once again with how loud and high-pitched he was. "Good luck, everyone!"

Jimin's chariot starts moving, then the one in front of Jungkook a few seconds later. And soon enough, it was his turn. He takes a deep breath, his grip on the front of the chariot tightening as they start to move.

As he moves through the gates, the world lights up around him. The Capital crowd was roaring, making Jungkook internally flinch. So many watchful eyes on him. So many voices blended together, commenting on the parade, on The Games, on life in general. It was overwhelming.

Jungkook was really surprised that only one person had actually fallen out of these chariots in all 100 years of The Games. Once it happened to a District 5 girl, in the 81st Hunger Games. She was left critically injured, trampled by horses...but she survived. And so they threw her into The Games, barely able to stand.

She died in the bloodbath.

He held on for dear life so the same wouldn't happen to him. He knew he probably looked tense, especially compared to the girl next to him, who to him seemed completely relaxed. The horses weren't even going that fast, all things considered. But it still felt much too fast for comfort.

He tries to lower his shoulders and seem comfortable to the people around him, but he really didn't know how well he was doing. At this moment, Jungkook wondered what his parents were thinking. He imagined his parents, huddled around their small TV, grief painted on their faces as their son rides closer to his death bed.

He decides he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

The long stretch of road comes to an end, as the city circle comes into view. The government buildings stand tall and bright, on either side of the training center, where the tributes would be staying for the weeks to come.

The city circle was created to perfectly fit twelve chariots, moving around the circle in a line, so instead the horses guide the chariots to circle three by three, the six tributes from each district now next to each other.

Jungkook leans forward a bit now that the horses had slowed down, and turns his head to look at Jimin. The older didn't seem to notice Jungkook's gaze on him, so the younger continued to watch.

The light was falling on Jimin softly as he looked up to scan the crowd of people watching, his jawline defined and prominent. His hair was glossy, shining under the light, bangs falling close to his eyes. His face sported a thoughtful pout, lost in his mind as his eyes dart around. To Jungkook, it was no question. He was beautiful.

He doesn't ever want to say goodbye.

The chariots circle one last time. As Jungkook passes the president's mansion, he sees the president's silhouette. President Eira Snow became the country's leader about fifteen years ago, after her grandfather—the former President Snow—passed away. She has the power to stop The Hunger Games, but she chooses against it. After all, that wouldn't be in The Capital's favor.

Once all the chariots circle enough times to be a carousel, they go through the gates of the training center. The horses come to a halt, and the gates close behind them as the stylists for each tribute swarm around the chariot they were assigned to.

Jungkook's stylist helps him out of the chariot while praising how handsome he looked. From what the stylist saw, he and Jimin were obviously extremely popular. There were two career tributes in the running as well, one from District 1 and one from District 2. He had already heard multiple people talk about how attractive the four of them were. It wasn't normal to Jungkook.

He knew why people made those comments about Jimin, obviously. Even before he was polished up by The Capital, he was too perfect for words. His hair, his build, even his imperfect, crooked tooth at the front of his smile was beautiful. Jungkook understood it completely.

The other two were extremely attractive as well. Jungkook would probably find them even more attractive if it weren't for the fact that they wanted to kill him. The District 1 tribute, dressed in luxurious garments laced with jewels, had dark curly hair, and a beautiful yet intimidating stare Jungkook wouldn't ever like to meet. The District 2 tribute was tall and muscular, wearing a gray outfit, littered with gravel-like details. He was graced with dimples when he smiled.

He was smiling. That alone was terrifying.

But Jungkook...well, compared to these stunning men, he thought he was ugly. How was he getting grouped together with these three? Was it because he and Jimin were already known to be close? He really didn't understand what these Capital people saw in him, because whatever it was, he sure didn't.

The second both Jimin and Jungkook were able to get away from their stylists, they were next to each other. Jungkook didn't even do it on purpose, but one second his eyes located Jimin, the next, somehow, they were at each other's side. Maybe the two of them were like magnets—always yearning to be close to one another. Or maybe it was just that Jungkook was a satellite, his whole world revolving around this boy. Whatever it was, they were both together, and that was all that mattered to him.

...But how long would this last?