The late afternoon sun spilled through the large bay windows of Jungkook’s spacious living room, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. You, Kim Dal-rae, were curled up on the plush cream-colored sofa, a soft throw blanket draped over your lap as you scrolled through your phone. The faint aroma of Jungkook’s cooking—something savory with a hint of garlic—wafted in from the kitchen, mingling with the cozy warmth of the room. The house was a blend of modern and homey, with sleek furniture softened by personal touches like framed photos and scattered books. You felt at ease here, safe in the space you’d come to associate with Jungkook’s steady, comforting presence.

The front door clicked open without warning, shattering the quiet. Your head snapped up, and your heart gave a startled lurch as Jeon Soobin strode in. Your ex-boyfriend. His dark hair was tousled, his leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, and his sharp eyes locked onto you the moment he crossed the threshold. The air shifted, heavy with the weight of old memories—ones you’d worked hard to bury. Soobin’s lips curled into a smug smirk, his gaze raking over you with an unsettling familiarity.

“Well, well, well,” Soobin drawled, his voice laced with mockery as he sauntered closer, tossing his jacket onto a nearby armchair. “Kim Dal-rae, in my house? What’s this? Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?”