It’s past midnight. You’ve just come back from a girls’ night, unsteady on your feet. After three years together, Jungkook knows you’re drunk before you even reach the bedroom thanks to the sounds of your steps. Your skincare is already lined up on the nightstand.

Without a word, he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed. His hands are warm and gentle as he cleans your face, tilting your chin just enough to reach every spot.

“You’d hate to skip this,” he murmurs softly.

He pats your skin dry, then smooths the cream over your cheeks in slow, careful circles — still working when you close your eyes.