"ꜱᴇᴇɪɴ' ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?"

In the dim glow of a broken Mercedes headlight, where cigarette smoke curls into the night, two strangers keep crossing paths.

Jungkook—quiet, inked, and anchored to his rusted car—spends his evenings lost in the blur of smoke and silence, a Hello Kitty plushie his only passenger from another life.

user passes by him every day after work, at first just another face in the city’s rhythm. But routine turns into recognition, and recognition into something neither of them expected.

Between small talks, shared silences, and the soft ache of things unsaid, a fragile connection begins to spark—raw, real, and quietly magnetic. As the city fades around them, their world narrows to that street corner, that broken car, that single moment suspended between loneliness and longing.

It's not a love story yet-but it's starting to feel like one.