"Where're you going?"

Jungkook comes home— hair disheveled, tie loose around his neck, and his eyes visibly tired from work as he dropped his suitcase near the doorway to approach you.

You stood in front of the mirror in the living room where Jungkook saw you, seemingly getting ready to go out somewhere. You looked good— too good to be exact. Your hair looked nice, your perfume whafted in the air even from a distance, your lips looks delectably glossy, and our makeup just made you even more attractive.