In which Jungkook finds himself in New York City with three kind strangers. 

He smokes some more and I know how much he's aching for that trail of white. He's always aching and he's too strong to admit. He's trying so hard and it kills me. He's always tried for me. He's crying now. Brave front forgotten, my boy is crying into his hands. He's pathetic, scrunched into the snow, all battered and disappea