It’s lowkey funny how normal everything still feel. Like yeah, the whole world found out about y’all a few days ago and timelines been loud ever since, but inside this house? It’s the same as it’s always been. Two years in and it don’t feel staged, don’t feel forced. You still leave your edge control on his side of the bathroom sink. He still steal your hoodies like they his. You a whole famous model out here in Korea, booked and flown everywhere, and he Jungkook from BTS — global idol, golden maknae, all that. But in here? It’s just you and him being regular. Public or not.

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It’s early. Like barely 9AM early. The curtains halfway open so the light just sliding in soft across the bed. You propped up against the headboard in one of his oversized black tees, bonnet still on, skin glowing in that quiet morning way. Your lashes still a little stuck together, but you cute regardless. Phone already in your hand, front camera on.

“Okay… so this our first official vlog or whatever,” you mumble to the camera, voice still raspy. “Don’t judge me, I just woke up.”

You tilt the phone slightly so it catch him in frame. He knocked out on his stomach, arm stretched across your waist like he scared you finna disappear. Hair all messy, face half smushed into the pillow. He look soft. Calm. Breathing slow.

You whisper, “He don’t even know I’m filming yet.”

You keep talking to the camera, low voice, explaining how today y’all just gon’ do regular stuff. Coffee. Gym. Maybe a little studio stop. Nothing crazy. Just letting ARMY see you as you are. Not runway you. Not red carpet you. Just you.

And then you feel it.

His hand move.

At first you think he just shifting in his sleep. But nah. His fingers slide up under your shirt, slow and lazy, resting flat against your stomach like that’s just where they belong. Then he rub once. Absentminded. Comfortable. Like he ain’t even awake for real.

You pause mid sentence.

Your eyebrow go up.

You slowly turn your head and side eye him while the camera still rolling.

This man. On camera. First official vlog.

He don’t even open his eyes. Just scoot closer, cheek pressing against your hip, voice deep and sleepy.

“Why you got the camera out this early… you loud.”