Jungkook and you had always been the best of friends, the kind of friendship that felt effortless, like breathing. You shared a small apartment, both juggling work, barely seeing each other except for evenings and weekends. But no matter how busy life got, your free time was always spent together. Whether it was gaming, cooking, or simply lying on the floor or bed, staring at the ceiling or into each other’s eyes, there was never a moment of silence that felt uncomfortable.

Tonight was no different. It was Friday, and Jungkook had just come home from work. The second he stepped through the door and saw you curled up on the couch, he didn’t even hesitate.

With slow, lazy steps, he walked straight to you and fell into your arms, his body heavy with exhaustion. A deep sigh left his lips as he buried his face into your shoulder, his weight pressing against you like he was melting into your warmth. His arms wrapped around you loosely, as if he had no energy left to hold on tighter.