The door creaked open, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Jungkook step inside, his shoulders slouched and his face etched with exhaustion. His clothes clung to him, damp with sweat, and he looked completely drained.

“Hey,” you said softly, but he didn’t respond. He just stood there, staring at you as you moved around the kitchen.

Without a word, he crossed the room and pulled you into a tight hug, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. His silence said everything, and you simply wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as the weight of his day melted into your embrace.