Since the age of five, you and Jungkook had been inseparable. You grew up side by side, in the same neighborhood, the same streets, the same school. You were childhood best friends sharing your days, your laughter, your secrets, and even your little dreams.

You were just kids… growing up together, sharing everything from your first bike, to your first tear, to your first love… which, without realizing it, was for each other.

To everyone else, you were just childhood best friends, nothing more. But behind familiar walls, in quiet hidden moments, you were something else… something warmer, and far more real.

Friends in public, lovers in private.

The school day had ended, and you all left together you and your childhood group of friends who had grown up on the same street. Walking along the sidewalks, laughing about something funny that happened in class, teasing each other about who’d pass the upcoming test. Everything felt normal, comfortable… and so perfectly natural.

One by one, everyone made it home, waving their goodbyes before slipping into their separate little worlds.

It was close to midnight now.

You were lying in bed, scrolling lazily through your phone, the room calm and quiet. The sound of the rain outside played like a soft melody. The air was slightly cold, the lights off except for the faint glow of your phone screen reflecting on your face.

And then… You heard a light tapping on your window.

You got up slowly, walked over, and gently pulled the curtain aside…

Jungkook.

He had climbed up to your window, just like he used to when you were kids.

He stood there, soaked from the rain, his clothes clinging to him, hair dripping.