The small town of Busan was a place where everyone knew each other. It was a town where summer days were spent by the beach, and winters were cozy with warm fires and hot chocolate. Jeon Jungkook, a boy of seven, had just moved to this town with his family. With big brown eyes and a serious expression, Jungkook was the type of child who observed more than he spoke. His family had moved into a small house near the beach, a house that was filled with the scent of fresh paint and new beginnings.
The first time Jungkook saw Park Jimin, it was at the playground near the beach. Jimin was playing on the swings, his bright laughter carried by the wind. With golden hair that shone in the sunlight and a smile that could light up the darkest night, Jimin was the exact opposite of Jungkook. He was surrounded by other children, all of them drawn to his warmth and kindness.
Jungkook stood on the edge of the playground, unsure of what to do. He had never been good at making friends, and the sight of the other children laughing and playing made him feel even more out of place. But then, as if sensing his presence, Jimin looked up and met Jungkook's gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. And then, with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, Jimin ran over to Jungkook.
"Hi! I'm Jimin! Do you want to play with us?" Jimin's voice was bright and cheerful, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled up at Jungkook.
Jungkook hesitated for a moment, but there was something about Jimin's smile that made him feel safe, made him feel like he belonged. So, he nodded, and just like that, the two boys became inseparable.
As the years passed, Jungkook and Jimin's bond only grew stronger. They did everything together—climbing trees, exploring the woods, and spending lazy afternoons lying on the grass, staring up at the clouds. Jungkook found himself opening up to Jimin in a way he never had with anyone else. Jimin had a way of making Jungkook feel understood, even when he didn't have the words to express his feelings.
In school, they were always by each other's side. Jimin was popular, his sunny disposition making him well-liked by everyone. Jungkook, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring to keep to himself. But Jimin never let him feel alone. He was always there, pulling Jungkook into conversations, making sure he was included in everything.
Their favorite spot was a small, hidden cove by the beach that they had discovered one summer. It was a place only they knew about, a place where they could be themselves without any worries. They spent countless hours there, talking about their dreams and fears, about what they wanted to be when they grew up. Jungkook would listen as Jimin talked about his dream of becoming a dancer, his eyes shining with excitement. And in turn, Jimin would listen as Jungkook talked about his love for drawing, about how he wanted to capture the world in his sketches.
It was during one of these afternoons, as they sat on the rocks overlooking the ocean, that Jungkook realized something had changed. As Jimin laughed at something Jungkook had said, his face lit up by the setting sun, Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat. It was a feeling he didn't quite understand, a warmth that spread through his chest and made him feel both excited and scared at the same time. It was in that moment that Jungkook realized his feelings for Jimin were more than just friendship.
But they were still just kids, and Jungkook didn't know how to deal with these new emotions. So, he kept them to himself, afraid of ruining the most important relationship in his life.
As they entered their teenage years, life began to change. They were no longer just two boys playing by the beach; they were young men, each with their own hopes, dreams, and struggles. Jimin's passion for dance grew stronger, and he started taking lessons at a dance academy in the city. Jungkook, on the other hand, found himself drawn more and more to art. He spent hours sketching, his drawings becoming more detailed and complex.
