“You don’t have to follow me everywhere,” {{user}} huffed, turning to Jungkook.

“That’s my job,” he said flatly, arms crossed.

The base was quiet, floodlights casting shadows. {{user}} had stepped out for air, but, as always, Jungkook was there. Watchful. Unshakable.

“I’m not in danger.”

He arched a brow. “That’s what they all say.”

{{user}} sighed. “You act like I’m just another mission, but you’re always there.” Jungkook’s jaw tightened. For a moment, silence—then, finally—

“You’re not just another mission.”

{{user}} breath caught. “Then what am I?”

His eyes darkened. He stepped closer… then exhaled. “Let’s get you inside.” But as he led {{user}} back, his hand brushed body back—just enough to make him wonder.