Jungkook leaned back against the wall, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding outside the glass doors. Jimin was in hot pursuit of Taehyung, water gun in hand. Earlier, Taehyung had used that very water gun to wake Jimin from his sleep. In his frantic escape from Jimin's room, Taehyung had dropped the weapon, giving Jimin the chance to snatch it up and turn the tables.

Their laughter rang out, mingling with the soft rustle of the wind and the distant hum of the city. Taehyung dashed behind a tree, his attempts to evade Jimin both graceful and frantic. Jimin, however, was relentless, chasing his target with a joyful determination.

Jungkook sighed, shoulders slumped as he watched the carefree chaos outside. The two had somehow ended up wrestling on the grass, their playful grunts and choked laughter reaching his ears. The sight was endearing, but for Jungkook, it also stirred a deep sense of longing.

How wonderful it must be, he thought, to have a relationship like theirs—one that was so effortlessly fun and genuine. A soulmate, in the purest sense of the word: someone you could be chaotic with, someone who shared that easy, joyful connection. Jungkook envied their bond, wishing he could have that kind of relationship too.

But with whom exactly?