Remember the target

The gates of the orphanage creaked open under the warm, golden light of the afternoon sun. The little courtyard buzzed with innocent laughter and tiny feet racing around.

“He’s here!” a boy shouted, dragging his friend along, while others quickly gathered near the entrance.

And there he was.

Jeon Jungkook – in ripped jeans, an oversized hoodie hugging his bulky frame, his messy hair falling slightly over his forehead, arms filled with colorful boxes wrapped in gift paper and treat bags. His expression was playfully dramatic, as if he were stepping onto a stage.

"Hello everyone ?"

he yelled, eyebrows dancing, making the kids scream in joy.

A loud cheer erupted as the kids circled around him. He dramatically dropped the boxes on the ground and acted like he pulled something out of his ears – candies, toffees – he acted like a magician.

“Woahhh!” the kids gasped.

Next few minutes went by hum performing for kids. Dancing a few steps from his mvs . Singing and telling them some stories.

From the side, Sera watched with a soft smile, standing near the doorway, her summer dress fluttering gently in the wind. Her eyes shimmered with something warm, something gentle – something deeply admiring.

Then, as if pulled into the spell, she joined them. The kids squealed again.

“ sister”

She ran into the circle, holding her dress slightly and started twirling. The kids clapped and circled around her, mimicking her steps. She laughed breathlessly, glowing under the sun, pure and vibrant.

Jungkook, pretending to be distracted, subtly pulled out his phone. His eyes followed her every move – the way her hair bounced, the way her smile reached her eyes. He zoomed in, quietly taking videos and pictures of her dancing freely with the kids.

Jungkook's POV

God, how is she real?

She’s not just beautiful… she’s light. She’s sunshine. She’s warmth I never knew I craved.

He wasn’t just watching her – he was feeling her. The way her eyes sparkled, the way she lowered herself to hug a tiny girl with pigtails, the way she high-fived every child like she knew them forever. It ignited something deep, possessive, aching in him.

“Hey!” She noticed him recording and stopped mid-dance.

“Are you filming me?” Her cheeks flushed, laughing.

He smiled, .

“Maybe. Just capturing memories .”

Their eyes held for a second – something slow, magnetic passing between them – before a kid pulled her skirt and she was pulled back into their world.

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Later, the kids sat on the mat outside, ready to eat. A few volunteers helped set the plates. Jungkook sat with three boys, trying to help them pour juice into cups.

“Yah! Don’t spill it—wait—no!”

The cup toppled, juice ran over the mat, and a child made a face.

“Hyung!!”

Sera burst into laughter from across.

“You’re so bad at this!” she teased, walking over with tissues.

“Do it then!” Jungkook pouted.

She knelt beside him, her hands gently brushing his while taking the cup.

“Okay, let me teach you.”

Before her fingers moved to guide his, she paused and looked into his eyes softly.

“May I?”

she asked gently, her tone respectful.

Jungkook’s chest tightened. No one ever asked to touch him. Not like that. Not with respect. Not with softness.

He nodded wordlessly.

She wrapped her slender fingers over his, guiding his palm to hold the jug correctly, her other hand on his forearm. Her touch was faint but electric. Warm. Feminine. It made his breath hitch.

How can a simple touch feel this intense? I want her hands everywhere. On my neck. My chest. My back. Just… more.

He had to look away before his thoughts got darker. But his hand stayed still in hers.

As they served more juice, a little girl looked up at Jungkook – eyes wide, trembling. She suddenly burst into tears.

Jungkook froze.

“Wh-What did I do?”

“She’s scared,” one kid whispered.

“She thinks you’re a hulk.”

Sera bent down, gently hugging the girl.

“It’s okay, sweetie. He’s not scary, I promise.”

“But he’s so… big…”

Sera chuckled softly and called Jungkook over.

“Come sit here.”

He obeyed instantly, crossing his legs and sitting close. Sera took the girl’s tiny hand and placed it on Jungkook’s.

“See? He’s soft, not scary. And he loves kids.”

Jungkook slowly wiggled his fingers, whispering,

“I’m a gentle giant. I even cry when I lose in video games.”

The girl giggled through her sniffles.

Sera smiled, brushing the girl’s hair. “Told you.”

Their arms lightly touched as they both leaned close. Jungkook closed his eyes for a second, trying to anchor himself, calm the fire in his veins ignited by every brush of her skin.

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She had brought her own gifts – a box full of crayons, books, stationeries, chocolates, juice boxes. She was carefully unpacking them when one of the kids asked,

“Did you bring this for us?”

“Yes,” she smiled brightly.

“I wanted to give you something from my heart.”

The kids swarmed around her as she distributed them, explaining what each item was. She helped one boy zip his pencil pouch, tied ribbons in a girl’s hair, fixed broken specs of another. She was everywhere, and she handled them like she was made for this.

Jungkook stood at the corner, his hands tucked into his pockets, completely losing himself in her image.

She’s not just kind. She’s powerful. She’s everything I’m not, yet everything I want. Her heart… fuck. Her heart is so big.

I’m falling for her. Every damn second I breathe around her.

---

After all the activities and laughter died down into calm moments, the manager came forward.

“Ms. Serena ” the woman said warmly,

“Thank you for your donation. This will really help us a lot.”

Sera nodded politely.

“It’s nothing much. Just a small help from my side.”

Jungkook looked at her, then back at the manager.

“How much was it?” he asked curiously.

“About 30,000,” the manager replied.

“A very generous gesture.”

Jungkook paused… then walked toward them. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and transferred a donation. The manager gasped at the amount.

“Mr. Jeon … this is over 10 lakhs!”

The kids who heard it gasped. Sera turned, her eyes wide.

“What—why would you…?”

Jungkook met her eyes and smirked,he wanted to say but kept his mouth shut

“Just trying to impress the woman I’m obsessed with.”

Sera blinked, stunned. Her lips parted slightly, cheeks warming.

But Jungkook didn’t wait for a reply. He walked back to the kids, ruffling their hair, hiding the mess of emotions blooming in his chest.

The sun was already dipping below the horizon, casting a soft amber glow across the sky. The laughter and echoes of playful children faded into the background as the car park began to empty. Sera stood beside the orphanage gate, gently fixing her hair, her expression still warm from the day's joy.

Jungkook approached her with a small smile, a set of car keys twirling around his finger.

“You’re not planning to go back alone, are you?”

he asked, tilting his head, his tone playfully casual.

Sera looked at him for a beat, then smiled, a little amused.

“Well, that was the plan.”

He raised a brow, unlocking the passenger door of his sleek black Mercedes

“Let me drop you home. It’s the least I can do… after everything you did today.”

She hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, gently hugging her arms.

“Okay.”

The engine purred as they drove off, soft music playing in the background. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was comforting, like they both were replaying the memories of the day in their minds.

Jungkook broke the silence first.

“Thank you,”

he said, eyes on the road but voice dipped in sincerity.

“For coming today… for being so amazing with the kids. For helping me, calming them, guiding me—I would’ve messed up so much if you weren’t there.”

Sera looked at him, her smile blooming with quiet pride.

“You were great, Jungkook,”

she said softly.

“The way you performed, made them laugh… that little girl clung to you like her favorite teddy bear.”

He chuckled, eyes crinkling.

“I’m still thinking about the one who cried because I looked too buff.”

They both laughed.

Then Sera said, almost in a whisper,

“I really admire you. You didn’t just show up—you cared. You gave them joy, time, presence… not many people do that. You’re kind. I’ll pray you always receive more blessings for the kindness you carry.”

Jungkook glanced at her, her words soaking into him like rain into dry soil. But his smile hid something deeper.

“If only you knew, sera ”

he thought, glancing briefly at her fingers resting gently on her lap.

“If only you knew where that kindness came from. I didn’t do it for them. I did it for you, Sera. Just to spend the day watching you smile.”

As the car glided down a quiet road, flickering city lights now visible in the distance, Jungkook spoke again.

“I know it’s late, but…” he glanced at her with a sheepish smile, “…would you join me for dinner?”

Sera blinked, unsure. “Dinner?”

He nodded.

“I want to thank you properly. My treat. Just… one meal. I enjoyed your company today. You helped me more than you think.”

Sera hesitated, clearly weighing the idea.

“Jungkook, you don’t have to—”

He interrupted softly,

“I want to.”

His voice was low and genuine, and the way he said it… Sera found herself unable to deny him. She exhaled with a soft smile.

“Okay. Just dinner.”

Jungkook’s grin widened as he turned his gaze back to the road.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice like a whisper of victory.

As they drove toward the restaurant, Jungkook stole glances at her every few seconds. The way her lips curved in that gentle smile, the way her fingers tapped her thigh absentmindedly, the way she looked out the window with peace in her eyes—it was all making his chest tighten in a strange way.

“I’m falling deeper, aren’t I?” he thought. “Even her smallest touch today… the way her hand brushed mine when she helped with those kids… God, it wrecked me. Her kindness, her innocence—she’s not even trying, and I’m already hers.”

He inhaled sharply, shaking his head.

“How would you react, Sera… if you ever found out this whole orphanage visit… the donations, the gifts, the performances—it was all just an excuse to be with you?”

But he said none of that aloud.

He just smiled quietly as the city lights reflected in her eyes, and the evening unfolded ahead of them, full of unsaid words and the quiet beginnings of something more.

--

By the time the sky darkened into a deep indigo, streaked with silver clouds, Jungkook’s car pulled into the discreet valet of an upscale restaurant tucked into a quiet corner of the city. The place wasn't crowded—exactly how Jungkook had wanted it. A soft jazz tune floated in the air as warm lights cascaded over polished glass and minimalist luxury.

Sera stepped out, slightly taken aback by the understated elegance of the place.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured.

“I figured you'd like something calm… private,”

Jungkook replied, leading her through the entrance.

The hostess recognized him immediately but was trained enough not to react. They were ushered to a corner table with high-backed seats, partially secluded by drapes of soft linen. Candlelight flickered between them, casting golden shadows over Sera’s face, catching in her lashes as she smiled faintly.

Jungkook’s heart thudded.

He couldn't tear his eyes off her—not just because she was beautiful, but because there was something delicate about the way she held herself. Poised, elegant… yet warm.

When the waiter came, Jungkook looked at her. “What would you like to eat?”

Sera scanned the menu, thoughtfully tracing her finger across it.

“Maybe something light. I like grilled shrimp… with lemon butter, if they have it.”

Jungkook nodded to the waiter, then added,

“And a warm herb soup for her. No pepper. She doesn’t like too much spice.”

Sera blinked.

The waiter left. She turned to him, a little surprised.

“How did you—?”

“I noticed today at lunch,”

he said softly.

“You scraped off the pepper flakes from the food. And you avoided anything oily. You like warm things. Clean flavors.”

Her lips parted slightly in surprise.

“You were paying attention? You're just too observable”

He leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice low and amused.

“I pay attention to everything around me

Sera ”

The weight of his words lingered in the space between them. Sera looked down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Jungkook watched the movement, memorizing the way her fingers moved. How she tucked her hair behind her ear gently, the way her lashes fluttered when she was flustered, the exact pitch of her laughter when she was caught off guard. Everything. He was collecting fragments of her like a madman collecting relics of a goddess.

He hadn’t even touched his water, too busy watching the way she sipped hers.

When the food arrived, Sera smiled in appreciation.

“ Thanks for the dinner "

Jungkook just gave a soft chuckle, watching her eat.

And he watched.

She had a habit of chewing on one side, and she never let sauces mix into her rice. She wiped her fingers with a napkin immediately after touching the bread. She preferred sipping soup with a spoon rather than drinking from the bowl.

He noted it all. Every subtlety. Every preference. Every unconscious behavior. As if one day, he would replicate every one of her meals perfectly. Serve her without asking. Read her without her speaking.

“You’re not eating?” she asked after a while.

He looked at his plate as if remembering it was there, then smiled.

“I am now.”

He took a bite, still staring at her. Not lustful—yet not innocent either. It was admiration laced with something darker. Hungrier.

“How do you like the food?” he asked.

“It’s perfect,” she said. “You really chose well.”

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Because I had you in mind.”

They continued to eat, falling into small talk—music, books, the kids from the orphanage—but underneath it all, Jungkook’s obsession grew heavier, like smoke rising in his chest. He

r every movement made him want to reach across the table. To hold her hand again. To trace the pulse in her wrist. To feel her warmth against him.

To touch her in ways he hadn't even allowed himself to imagine. Not yet.

But soon.

Because with every second he spent with Sera, Jungkook knew one thing for certain:

He wouldn’t be able to stay away from her anymore.