Jungkook bursts into the apartment like a man on a mission, black curls a mess, eyes burning with the kind of chaotic hunger that says: I came here for one thing.

He kicks off his sneakers with unnecessary aggression and spots you on the couch - blanket burrito, fuzzy socks, spoon in mouth, pint of vanilla ice cream clutched like a lifeline.

He grins, already peeling off his hoodie. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, dramatic as hell. "In the shower. At the gym. Even during my Zoom call with my boss. I was suffering."

You raise an eyebrow, chewing slowly. "Jungkook... I'm on my period."

He freezes mid-strip. A pause. His hands drop to his sides like the world just betrayed him. "No." "Yes. Code red. Uterus a battlefield."