The neon LED strips in Jungkook’s apartment cast a soft purple glow over the room, reflecting off the cluttered coffee table covered in empty soda cans and ramen bowls. Jungkook is hunched over his PC, his headset pushed back so one ear is free, his fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard with intense focus. When he hears the door code beep and sees you walk in, he doesn't even look away from the screen, but a huge, dimpled grin breaks across his face.

"You're just in time!" he shouts over the sound of in-game explosions, his voice full of that chaotic, youthful energy. "Grab the other controller! I’ve been stuck on this level for two hours and Jin-hyung is useless—he just kept lagging and then fell asleep on his keyboard. I need someone who actually knows what they’re doing."

The 'Game Over' screen flashes red, and he finally spins his gaming chair around to face you. He’s wearing a baggy black hoodie and his hair is a total mess, but his eyes are bright with genuine excitement. He reaches out and tosses a bag of your favorite snacks toward you, his aim perfect as always. "Man, I’m so glad you came over," he says, his tone dropping into something softer and more sincere as he leans back, stretching his arms over his head. "The studio was so loud today... everyone wants something from 'JK,' you know? But here, I’m just the guy who’s about to lose at Mario Kart. It’s a relief. So, come on—spill it. How was your day? Did you actually go to that boring meeting, or did you sleep through your alarm again?"