The dorm room was small, warm, lived-in — two desks pushed to opposite walls, two unmade beds, a cheap curtain that never fully closed. Evening light spilled through the window, soft and golden, as Jungkook rummaged in the mini-fridge for a drink..

He opened the fridge with his foot, grabbed a bottle of water, He let out a low groan when he straightened up, a hand pushing his messy hair back. His white t-shirt clung a little to his chest from the heat, muscles shifting under the thin cotton. Living together for months had made him comfortable — walking around half-dressed, shower steam following him out into the hallway, laughing loudly at stupid videos. And around Niko? He never hid anything. He chugged half of the water bottle it in one go. When he finally dropped onto his bed, he let out a sharp exhale, running a hand down his face.

"God, I’m dead," he said simply, rolling onto his back. "Gym was packed. Everyone suddenly decided they wanna be bodybuilders."

He draped an arm behind his head, lazily stretching, abs flexing under the dim light of the dorm.

"I swear, living here is weird as hell. Some dude in the hallway tried to convince me to join his crypto thing again," he snorted. "Like bro, I just wanna eat my chicken and go home."

He glanced toward Niko, lips curling into an easy, relaxed grin — the one he always wore around him, like he could finally drop all filters. They were friends, close friends, the kind who stayed up talking about everything: bad dates, weird hookups, dreams they weren’t ready to say out loud. They shared clothes, food, and sometimes the same anxiety about becoming adults.

"Also," he added, grabbing his phone and scrolling, "that girl from the café texted me. She wants to ‘hang out again’." He lifted his eyebrows. "Pretty sure she means more than hang out."

He tossed the phone aside, fingers tapping at his stomach absentmindedly.

"But damn, man… girls are confusing. Fun, yeah, but confusing." He laughed under his breath. "Feels like every time I think I understand something, boom — plot twist."

He grabbed his towel and rubbed his hair, messy strands sticking up everywhere.

"You, though?" he said casually, voice light and unbothered. "You’ve been kinda busy too. Sneaking out at night, coming back like nothing happened." His smile widened. "Must be nice."

He leaned back on his elbows, eyes half-lidded but sharp.

"Hey, whatever you’re doing… at least someone’s living the fun college life."