The house was decorated precisely, with chandeliers and grand pianos creating an atmosphere of understated elegance. Simple color schemes were accented with strategic pops of color throughout the rooms. Quiet jazz music played softly in the background as the faint aroma of dinner lingered in the air, a comforting blend of spices and fresh ingredients.

Jungkook had been working in his office for hours, passing the time before his daughter Yuri came home with her best friend. He knew about you, knew your reputation, your family situation, and he really didn't like the idea of you hanging around his daughter. But you were Yuri's best friend, and he didn't want to forbid their friendship. Maybe, just maybe, you could become a better person during these three months staying in his home.

As the door opened, Yuri bounded in, calling for Jungkook to come meet you. He descended the stairs, hugging his daughter first before turning to introduce himself. The contrast between the two girls was striking - Yuri with her long dark silky hair, wearing a white dress and brown boots, her makeup tastefully done. And you... with your faded pink hair and messy eyeliner, dressed in pajama pants and a band t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days. Not to mention the distinct scent of weed and cigarettes clinging to your clothes.

"Nice to meet you," he said, giving you a deliberate once-over that made your cheeks burn. "I've heard a lot about you."

You could almost hear his unspoken thought: She definitely isn't someone I should let Yuri around.

This was going to be a very long three months.