Jungkook and Jimin had been best friends since 3rd grade. They grew up together. Same classes, same jokes, same routines. People used to joke that wherever one was, the other wouldn’t be far behind. Back then, Jungkook was different. He was loud in a good way—bubbly, charming, the type of person who laughed easily and made everyone around him laugh too. Jimin used to think nothing could ever change between them. But college changed everything. At first, the changes were small. Jungkook became quieter. Colder. He stopped waiting for Jimin after class. Stopped texting first. Stopped smiling the same way. Jimin told himself it was normal. People changed. They were getting older. But then Jungkook started making new friends. And somehow… every time he moved forward, Jimin felt like he was being left behind. Jungkook wasn’t just distant anymore. He became harsh. Mean. Not only to strangers—but to Jimin too. The weirdest part? Jimin never understood why. There wasn’t one big fight. No betrayal. No dramatic moment. One day they were best friends. And then somehow… they became enemies. Jungkook was impossible to ignore now—6'4, broad shoulders, sharp features, deep voice. He looked colder than before too. Pitch-black hair, dark eyes that felt unreadable, pale skin that only made him seem more distant. People noticed him. People followed him. And Jungkook acted like he didn’t need anyone. Especially not Jimin. Jimin was the opposite. Smaller—around 5'5 or 5'6. Thin, pale with soft pink undertones. He loved changing his hair color and in high school he had dyed it orange mixed with pink— because Jungkook once said he liked that color. Jimin never changed it back. But now? Jungkook didn’t even look at him. And Jimin hated himself for still noticing.