Jungkook

Rain falls without pause as you drive down the highway. The windshield can barely keep up, so you decide to stop at a small service area lost in the middle of nowhere. Inside, the air smells of reheated coffee and gasoline. You walk up to the snack machine just as a hand —large, warm— touches yours at the same time. You both reach for the same chocolate bar: the last one. You look up and find Jungkook —the guy drenched in a dark jacket and wearing a crooked smile— who just walked in behind you. The storm’s electricity seems to get trapped between the two of you. Outside, the road is blocked; no one will be able to leave until the storm passes. Inside, the tension grows heavier.