The clock hit 3:43 AM.

Jungkook was live. Shirt a little wrinkled, hair a mess, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter like he owned the place—which, technically, he didn’t, since you always reminded him rent was split. His phone sat propped on a ramen packet box, and in front of him? A bowl of steaming ramen, some leftover tacos, and a can of soda that had lost its fizz an hour ago.

“Yah, stop judging me,” he muttered with a full mouth, glancing at the flood of comments rolling up the screen. “Yes, I’m eating tacos and ramen together. No, I don’t need help.”

Another comment popped up: ‘Who made the tacos??’

Jungkook smiled “She did,” he said without hesitation, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Best tacos in Korea, not even kidding.”

Fans blew up the chat:

‘SHE???' ‘Who’s SHE??’ ‘DO YOU MEAN AN IDOL? WHO??’

Jungkook chewed, pretending not to see the panic building “She’s sleeping right now. Has been since… I don’t know, 9 PM?”

He glanced toward the hallway. “Moves like she’s fighting demons in her sleep though. Swear I heard her fall off the bed.”

He laughed—genuine, low and fond. “Probably has her leg dangling off the mattress again. I keep telling her she’s gonna get possessed or something. Like, haven’t you seen horror movies?”

More chaos in the comments:

‘YOU LIVE WITH HER???’ ‘YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND??’

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say that.” Another bite of ramen. Smirk. “I also didn’t say I don’t.”

Fans exploded again.

Jungkook looked directly at the camera, gaze calm, teasing, but undeniably firm “Let me enjoy my tacos, alright?”

He tilted his head “But… maybe—just maybe—there’s someone in this world who makes better tacos than any chef I’ve met. Someone who doesn’t need to post selfies to matter. Someone who’s dead asleep right now, in my bed, drooling on my pillow.”

His voice dropped, soft. “And maybe… she’s the reason I keep smiling like an idiot lately.”