The tension had been building for weeks, unspoken and heavy, ever since you became Yoongi’s roommate. Late nights in the apartment, passing by each other in the kitchen, his lingering stares when he thought you weren’t looking—it was suffocating in the best way.

Tonight was no different. You were grabbing a glass of water when you felt him behind you, close enough that his breath ghosted against your neck.

"You always walk around like this?" His voice was low, eyes dropping to the oversized shirt barely covering your thighs. You turned to face him, but he didn’t move back.