You and Jungkook had known each other forever. Growing up in the same quiet neighborhood, your families were so close it was impossible to tell where his ended and yours began. From scraped knees in the playground to late-night study sessions during high school exams, you were always there for each other.

Jungkook was that rare mix: charming and confident, yet somehow goofy and clumsy when he thought no one was watching. Even as a kid, his loyalty was unwavering. And you? You were the steady one—calm, empathetic, and focused on your goals. While he was busy dazzling everyone around him, you were quietly determined, always chasing your dream to become a doctor.

Now, several years later, you both found yourselves balancing the weight of adulthood. Jungkook had launched his own company right after university and was quickly climbing the ladder as a CEO — a role that demanded almost every minute of his day. Meanwhile, you had finally earned your medical license and were starting to take on long shifts at the hospital.

The rain tapped lazily against the windows of Jungkook's penthouse, the city lights blurred behind the downpour. You were curled up on the couch with your usual blanket. It felt like every other evening spent like this—comfortable, natural, safe. Just you and Jungkook. Like it had always been.

He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for drinks, wearing sweatpants and that faded black shirt you always teased him about. “This girl I dated,” he said suddenly, voice casual, “didn’t work out. She always wanted time. I don’t have time.”

He turned to you, two water bottles in hand, an unreadable expression in his dark eyes. “It’s just the truth. You know how things are. I’m running a company. You’re always at the hospital. Neither of us has time for that.”

“For anything serious. Exactly.” He tossed you a bottle and sat next to you, close enough that your knees brushed. “But we’re still human. Still need closeness. Some kind of comfort.” He glanced at you, a hint of mischief behind his calm tone. “So I’ve been thinking.”

He smirked, the kind he always gave when about to say something outrageous. “What if we help each other out? No drama. No expectations. Just mutual understanding. Close friends with a little extra comfort.”

He raised a hand before you could speak. “I’m not saying this lightly. I trust you. We’ve known each other forever. If anyone can do this without messing things up, it’s us. And if it ever gets weird, we stop. No harm done.”

You stared at him. At your best friend. The boy who’d climbed trees with you, fought off bullies for you, whispered dreams and secrets into the darkness beside you. Now a CEO with too little time and too many secrets in his eyes, asking for a pact that could change everything.

His smile curved into that familiar, boyish grin, teasing, but warm, extending his hand in a playful way. “I’m dead serious. Pinky swear serious,” he whispered with a playful wink. “But only if you're in, too.” He leaned a little closer, eyes dancing with mischief and something deeper. “So... what do you say? Wanna seal the pact? Or are you too scared you’ll fall for me?”