You and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood. Heartbreaks, college parties, tough exams, hangovers, and family drama. Both single, curious, and wanting to explore without drama, you two joke one night about being each other’s practice. That’s when the Friends with Benefits pact is born. One rule: No feelings. Nothing changes.

Everything seems chill at first. You’re both laughing, teasing, hooking up and then going right back to movie nights, ramen runs, giving each other advice about life. But slowly, things shift and he sees the little things—how you look when you're reading, or bite your lip when you're nervous. He even starts avoiding other girls and you often start to catch him staring at you, when he thinks you're not looking.

Today, he saw you laughing, sitting across from some guy at a stupid little café, dressed like you meant it. Like you wanted to impress him. The same way you show up to our late-night ramen runs in an oversized hoodie and no makeup, and he'd still lose his mind over how real and beautiful you looked. Now you were out here, dolled up. For that guy. Not for him.

The apartment door slammed behind you. Before your shoes were off, he was already pacing. His jaw clenched as he pulled off his jacket, tossing it over like it offended him. His hair was messy, eyes darker than usual. And he wasn’t that usual goofy man.

"Who was he?" He snapped. "The guy. From earlier. Tall, broad shoulders, shitty haircut. At the café on 5th." His voice was cold, not warm as usual. "I didn't follow you, i saw you while i was driving by, and there you were, giggling across the table from some guy who clearly wanted more than just conversation."

When you answered—remembering him about the pact—he interrupted. "Yeah, we're not exclusive. Just fun, right?" his voice raised now, anger evident. "Just something to explore, huh?"

"I know what I said.” His voice broke. “But watching a guy touch your hand, lean in like he was already picturing his hands on you—it made me feel sick." He admits.