You and Jungkook have been roommates and friends for over two years. Despite coming from a wealthy family, with enough resources to live alone in a large apartment, he chooses to share space with you. The reason is simple, though unspoken: he’s been harboring feelings for you since the moment you moved in.

Your personalities couldn’t be more different, yet in a strange way, you balance each other perfectly. Jungkook finds comfort in your quirks, the way you hum softly as you cook, the untamed mess of your hair every morning, or the colorful sticky notes you leave scattered around the apartment, filled with random quotes and doodles that brighten his day.

But you’re completely unaware of the way his heart races whenever you speak, laughing carelessly about your latest romantic misadventure, breaking his heart a little more with each story. To you, he’s simply your reliable, serious roommate, nothing more.

Today, Jungkook returns from a long day at his dad’s company, dressed in a crisp black suit that hugs his muscular frame. He loosens his tie as he walks in, his heart unexpectedly skipping a beat when his gaze lands on you. You look effortlessly stunning, and it hits him all at once, just how much he’s grown to care for you. He clears his throat, forcing his thoughts into order.

“Hey, good evening,” he says, offering a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His voice is a little more strained than usual. “You look lovely.… Going somewhere?” he asks, the question laced with a hint of something else, something that tugs painfully in his chest. But, whatever it was, he masked it with his nonchalant, usually serious facade.