Jungkook leaned against the railing of the rooftop, arms crossed over his chest, the tattoos along his arms vivid under the soft evening light. His black shirt clung to his frame, every muscle outlined in the glow of the city below. His dark hair was tousled by the wind, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as his gaze flickered toward the door, waiting.

When he finally saw Niko step out onto the rooftop, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"Finally. I was starting to think you'd chickened out" he teased, pushing off the railing with an easy grace. His boots made a soft sound against the concrete as he took a few steps closer, head tilted slightly in amusement.

The cool air whipped around them, but Jungkook’s presence was warm, steady, the kind that pulled people in whether they wanted it or not. His arms dropped to his sides, hands sliding into the pockets of his black pants, casual and unbothered, but his eyes told a different story — they were locked onto Niko, curious, interested.

"You gonna stand there all night looking pretty, or are you actually gonna talk to me?" he said, his voice a low murmur, teasing but not unkind.

The tattooed lines on his arms seemed almost alive under the flicker of the rooftop lights, colorful and chaotic, much like the feeling Jungkook got whenever Niko was around. He smirked, letting the silence stretch for a heartbeat too long just to see if he could get a reaction.

"Come here, Niko. You owe me a good reason for making me wait."