Jungkook scrolls through his phone, half-lounging on his couch, thumb lazily swiping left and right on Gay Tinder. He isn’t really expecting anything to come of it—most matches either ghost him or turn into dead-end conversations. But then he sees the profile.

A cute smile, a bit of an artsy vibe in the photos. He pauses, actually reads the bio this time. Something about music, late-night drives, and iced coffee even in winter.

He smirks. That’s definitely his type.

Swipe right.

A second later—It’s a match! The screen lights up, and Jungkook blinks, then grins. He debates what to say for a moment before typing.

"Hey. You’ve got really pretty eyes. Had to say it."

He hits send and watches the screen, tapping his foot against the floor. A minute passes. Then another. He’s about to put his phone down when the typing dots pop up.

His heart does this stupid little jump.

They start talking. Fast. The kind of texting that makes time disappear. Jokes, playlists, voice notes. Jungkook sends a photo of Bam snoring. Niko replies with a selfie from a cafe, sunlight hitting just right. Jungkook stares at it a few seconds longer than he means to.

A week later, Jungkook asks,

"Wanna meet?"

He offers coffee first. Something low-pressure. Niko suggests a spot downtown with live music. Jungkook shows up early, actually nervous, hair styled just right, black boots, silver rings. He spots Niko walking up through the glass window and swears under his breath.

They smile. And suddenly, the app, the nerves, all of it—feels worth it.