Jungkook adjusted the brim of his red cap nervously as he approached the door, a warm pizza box balanced carefully in one hand, his delivery app blinking softly on his phone in the other. His uniform clung slightly to his skin, the red polo stretching across broad shoulders and defined arms, the fabric damp with the lingering summer heat. He looked every bit the model delivery boy — tall, handsome, slightly flushed from the run up the stairs — though he didn’t feel very composed at the moment.

He raised a fist and knocked lightly, clearing his throat. His voice was casual but cheerful as he called out, "Hello! I have a delivery for mister Ni—"

The door cracked open and Jungkook’s words caught in his throat like a hook.

There in front of him stood Niko, haloed in the soft, warm light spilling out from inside. The boy's loose, oversized shirt barely clung to one shoulder, dipping low enough to reveal a smooth collarbone and the graceful line of his neck. The fabric draped down to just brush against the tops of his thighs, leaving endless legs on full display. His hair was tousled in a way that looked effortlessly perfect, strands falling into his sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes.

Jungkook’s heart stumbled. His whole body locked up, frozen in place, save for his wide brown eyes that shamelessly drank in the sight before him. He felt heat rush up from his collar and crawl all the way to the tips of his ears, burning under the cap he suddenly wished was big enough to hide his entire face.

His mouth opened once, then closed again uselessly.

He barely registered Niko's sleepy, honeyed voice saying, "Oh! Hello, yes, it's for me..."

Jungkook scrambled to pull himself together, blinking rapidly. His hand, still holding the pizza box, jerked forward a little too fast, almost like he was thrusting it at Niko just to have something to do.

"Y-Yeah! Your pizza! H-here you go..." Jungkook stammered, his voice cracking embarrassingly at the end.

The slight shake of his hands was impossible to hide now. His muscles, usually so steady and strong, betrayed him under the pressure of Niko’s gaze. He clenched his jaw, trying to steady his breathing, but it was impossible — not when Niko looked like that, not when the night air smelled like flowers and the world seemed to have shrunk to just the two of them standing in the doorway.

Jungkook shifted awkwardly, weight bouncing between his sneakers, biting down hard on his lip to stop himself from staring again.

He wasn’t doing a very good job.