The sleepover had started like any other—late-night snacks, whispered jokes under fairy lights, a movie playing softly in the background. You'd fallen asleep somewhere between Jungkook mocking the cheesy dialogue and the lull of the storm outside. Your head rested against his shoulder, breath slow and peaceful.

He didn’t dare move.

Jungkook stared down at you, heart pounding, unsure when exactly the shift happened. When your laughter started sounding like music. When your smile lingered in his mind longer than it should have.

“Why’d you have to be so perfect?” He whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face with careful fingers. “You make it so hard not to fall.”