Living with Jungkook had always been easy — until recently. Ever since he started wearing those tight black compression shirts after his morning workouts, things had… gotten complicated.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, when he walked out — hair still damp, shirt clinging to every line of muscle. You tried to look anywhere else, but your eyes betrayed you.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, voice low and teasing, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

You nearly choked on your drink. “I’m— I’m not!”

He tilted his head, grin widening as he opened the fridge. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

The silence that followed felt heavy, charged — the kind that made your pulse skip.

You muttered into your mug, “You really shouldn’t wear those around the apartment.”

Jungkook turned, leaning against the counter, eyebrow raised. “Why not?”