Jungkook huddled in the alley behind the corner shop, his thin clothes soaked from the rain. At nineteen, he had no family, no home, nothing but the hunger that clawed at his stomach every night. The small packet of biscuits on the shelf called to him louder than his fear. He slipped inside when the owner stepped into the back room, grabbed the packet, and turned to run.

A strong hand clamped down on his wrist. "Caught you, thief." The shop owner's voice was low and angry. He dragged Jungkook into the storage room and slammed the door. "You think you can just take what you want?"