take a chance with me {jk fanfic)
pairing : idoljungkookxreader
word count : 9k+
genre : Romance | Angst | Slow Burn | Friends to Lovers | Second Chance | Right person, Wrong timing.
synopsis: a trip to Jeju leads to an unintentional confession between two best friends.
chapter one <<
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Chapter 2 : Jeju
The concert lasted for three days.
For the last two, your entire world revolved around the stadium—screaming every lyric until your voice disappeared all over again, dancing until your legs hurt, getting swept up in the chaos of their long-awaited comeback.
But somehow, the nights became your favorite part.
The three of you would end up at some random convenience store near the hotel at 2 am, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. Jungkook in a hoodie and cap pulled low, Mingyu somehow still loud despite being exhausted, and you standing between them with instant ramen and snacks piled in your arms.
Taehyung would tag along too—showing up late with sleepy eyes and an oversized jacket, complaining about how cold it was before stealing food from everyone anyway.
Then you’d all head back to your hotel room.
Shoes kicked off carelessly. Convenience store bags spread across the floor. The TV playing quietly in the background while conversations overlapped into each other.
Most of the time, it was just nonsense—old stories, constant teasing, Mingyu being dramatic for absolutely no reason while Taehyung kept provoking him on purpose, Jimin eventually joining in too, and Jungkook sitting beside you somehow still full of energy despite how exhausted he should’ve been.
He’s laughing loudly, arguing with Mingyu over something stupid, stealing snacks from your side of the table like he hasn’t eaten all night, and not once does he look tired. If anything, he looks happier than you’ve seen him in a long time—more relaxed, more comfortable, like this is exactly where he wants to be. A second later, Jungkook reaches for yet another cup of ramen with his chopsticks still in hand like he hasn’t eaten enough for three people already.
“Jungkook,” you rasp out weakly, voice still ruined from the concert, “you’ve eaten three bowls already. How are you still hungry?”
He looks up mid-bite, completely unashamed.
“I danced for three hours.”
“So did everyone else.”
“Yeah, but I danced harder.”
Another laugh breaks out around the room again. By the time the chaos finally starts dying down, the clock on the TV reads 3:32 a.m. Taehyung leaves first, half-asleep and mumbling quiet goodbyes while pulling his hood over his head. Jimin follows right after him, still giggling about something no one else understands as he clings dramatically onto Taehyung’s shoulder. Not long after, Mingyu stretches loudly from the couch before pointing at you from the doorway like he’s about to say something important.
“Don’t stay up too late.”
“You say that like you’re my dad,” you mumble.
“I practically raised you.”
“You’re two months older than me.”
“Respect your elders,” he says seriously.
You snort.
Jungkook walks them to the door, laughing under his breath before shutting it behind them. The hotel room suddenly feels smaller without everyone else filling it. Empty ramen cups, snack wrappers, and half-finished bottles are scattered across the floor and table while the TV continues playing softly in the background. You kneel down automatically to start cleaning, and a second later, Jungkook quietly does the same beside you.
“You don’t have to help,” you tell him.
He looks at you like the suggestion itself is stupid.
“It’s my mess too.”
You watch him for a second as he starts gathering empty bottles into a plastic bag, sleeves pushed up casually past his wrists.
“You know,” Jungkook says after a while, tying up the trash bag, “your room’s way cleaner than I expected.”
You narrow your eyes immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs, grinning. “You just seem like the type to leave clothes everywhere.”
“That’s literally you.”
“False accusations.”
You scoff quietly, grabbing the remaining snack wrappers off the table. Jungkook glances around once more before sitting down at the edge of the bed with a tired exhale. For the first time tonight, he actually looks exhausted. His head tilts back lightly against the wall, eyes closing for a second like his body is finally catching up to him after forcing himself to stay awake all night. You pause for a moment just watching him quietly.
“You tired?”
He hums without opening his eyes. “A little.”
“A little,” you repeat skeptically.
That makes him laugh quietly.
“You know me too well.”
He looks tired now. Not stage-tired. Just genuinely exhausted in a way he only seems to show when things finally get quiet and there’s nobody left to perform for. You’re still folding one of your jackets when he suddenly speaks again, voice softer this time.
“After the concerts,” he says slowly, “we have three days off.”
You glance up. “Oh?”
He nods, resting his arms loosely over his knees. “Some of us are going to Jeju.”
“Must be nice,” you mumble.
“I already asked Mingyu.”
That catches your attention.
“And?”
“He said yes.”
You hum softly. “Of course he did.”
“You should come too.”
Your hands pause slightly.
“What?”
“To Jeju,” he says simply. “Come with us.”
You blink at him. “With all the members?”
“It’s not like a work thing,” he says quickly, almost amused by your expression. “Just vacation.”
“That somehow makes it scarier.”
He laughs quietly at that.
“You already know most of them anyway.”
“Knowing them and vacationing with them are two very different things.”
“You survived three concerts.”
“Barely.”
That earns another laugh from him. Then his expression softens a little.
“Come on,” he says. “It’ll be fun.”
You hesitate for a moment—not because you don’t want to go.
Honestly, that might be the problem. And of course, Jungkook notices immediately.
“You’re thinking too much again.”
You narrow your eyes. “I always think.”
“Yeah, but this is the overthinking face.”
“I do not have an overthinking face.”
“You do.”
You let out a quiet scoff, shaking your head before looking back down at the clothes in your hands.
“Nah,” you mumble. “I’m just thinking that I’ll be heading home the day after, right?”
Jungkook stays quiet.
You continue softly, “Back to my country. Back to work. Back to normal life.”
The room grows quieter after that because saying it out loud suddenly makes everything feel a little more real. Jungkook watches you carefully from the edge of the bed, his earlier teasing fading little by little.
“And?” he asks after a moment.
You shrug lightly, avoiding his eyes. “Jeju just feels…”
“Too much?”
You laugh softly through your nose. “Maybe.”
He leans back slightly, arms resting over his knees.
“You make it sound like we’re asking you to move here permanently.”
“You said that last time too.”
That earns a small laugh from him.
“Okay, fair.”
You smile despite yourself.
But then his expression softens again.
“Still,” he says quietly,
“I don’t want this to be the last time I see you before you leave.”
Jungkook watches you carefully, waiting.
It’s not that you don’t want to go—you really do. But a part of you knows staying longer would only make leaving even harder later. Jungkook’s eyes stay on you the entire time, wide and soft in that dangerously convincing way of his, looking almost like he’s silently begging you to say yes and come with him.
You let out a long sigh before finally looking at him.
“Fine.”
For a second, he just blinks like he genuinely wasn’t expecting you to say yes that easily. Then his entire expression lights up almost instantly.
“Really?”
You point at him immediately. “Don’t make that face.”
“What face?”
“That one.”
He’s already grinning now, exhaustion forgotten completely. And before you can say anything else, Jungkook suddenly pushes himself off the bed and walks straight toward you before wrapping his arms around you without hesitation. Fast. Warm. Careless.
You let out a startled laugh immediately. “Jungkook—”
“You said yes,” he mumbles against your shoulder like that alone explains everything.
“You’re so dramatic.”
“And you love it.”
“I literally never said that.”
A quiet laugh rumbles against you as his arms tighten slightly for another second before finally loosening. But he still doesn’t let go completely. And for a moment, you freeze—caught off guard by how warm he feels, how natural this somehow is after all this time apart.
Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you, hands still loosely around your arms now, grin softer than before.
“We’re gonna have so much fun,” he says.
—
Jeju somehow feels different from Seoul the second you land. Quieter. Slower. The air smells cleaner near the coast, wind brushing against your skin as everyone drags their luggage through the airport half-awake and sleep deprived.
Mingyu is complaining immediately.
“I got three hours of sleep for this.”
“You complain every trip,” Taehyung says flatly from beside him.
“Because suffering builds character.”
“You have enough character.”
Jungkook snorts quietly beside you, shoulder bumping yours as the group keeps walking.
“You okay?”
You nod. “Just tired.”
“Mm.” His eyes flick toward you briefly. “You slept late.”
“You literally stayed in my room until four in the morning.”
“That sounds accusatory.”
“Because it is.” A grin spreads across his face instantly.
The villa they rented sits near the water, tucked away just far enough from the city that everything feels calmer—more private, quieter. But the moment everyone steps inside, the peace doesn’t last. Chaos starts immediately. Rooms are being claimed within seconds, bags dropped wherever they land, shoes kicked off near the entrance, and within the first five minutes someone is already stealing someone else’s hoodie like it’s completely normal.
“I’m taking the suite!” Jin shouts from across the villa, dragging his suitcase dramatically toward the stairs.
“Hyung, you say that every trip,” Jungkook calls out.
“And every trip I deserve it.”
“You say that too,” Park Jimin mutters without even looking up from his phone.
Meanwhile, Taehyung drops onto the couch beside your bag and points at you lazily.
“I’m sleeping with Y/N.”
“No,” Jungkook and Mingyu say immediately at the exact same time.
The room goes quiet for half a second. Then Jimin starts laughing first.
“Oh, that was fast.”
Taehyung slowly turns his head toward them, unimpressed. “Why are both of you acting like her bodyguards?”
“Because you steal blankets,” Mingyu answers instantly.
“And snore,” Jungkook adds.
“I do not snore.”
“You literally do.”
“You talk in your sleep.”
“That was one time.”
“Every trip,” Jimin mutters.
You’re already laughing too hard to answer properly. Before the argument can spiral further, Namjoon finally looks up from where he’s been quietly watching the chaos unfold.
“Okay,” he says calmly. “How about Y/N goes and picks a room first…”
Everyone turns toward him.
“…and then we decide who gets to be her roommate.”
The entire room reacts immediately.
“Why does she get first pick?” Mingyu complains.
“Because she’s a guest,” Namjoon answers.
“That’s favoritism.”
“That’s manners.”
Taehyung sits up straighter instantly. “I support this plan.”
“Of course you do,” Jungkook mutters.
Yoongi glances over lazily and adds, “Whatever. I’m in.”
Hoseok laughs from the side and immediately nods along, “Same, sounds fun.”
Jin follows right after, pointing like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “I’m not sleeping on the floor, so yes.”
You laugh under your breath as you drag your suitcase down the hallway. The second floor is noticeably quieter, with large windows letting in soft afternoon light that spills across the wooden floors and the faint sound of the ocean drifting in from somewhere outside.
Without thinking too much about it, you choose the room at the very end of the hallway. It’s simple and cozy, with sliding doors that open to a small balcony facing the water.
You drop your bag beside the bed before pulling out your phone.
yn: room secured 👍
Downstairs immediately explodes.
taehyung: IM COMING mingyu: don’t move jimin: why are you all insane jin: i call not sleeping on the floor jk: lol
Taehyung ends up rooming with Namjoon and Yoongi, already complaining dramatically before he even reaches the door. Jin somehow gets paired with Jimin, which immediately turns into nonstop teasing and bickering the moment they step inside.
Mingyu is shoved into a room with Hoseok, and within minutes their side of the villa is already louder than everyone else combined—laughing, talking, and arguing over literally nothing.
And then—the hallway grows quiet again. You’re kneeling beside your suitcase, unpacking a few things when you hear footsteps stop right outside your door. The lights in the hallway are dim. No knock. The door just opens slightly. Jungkook walks in carrying his duffel bag over one shoulder like the decision had already been made hours ago. You stare at him. He stares back.
He stares back.
“…what are you doing?” he asks.
You glance up briefly. “I’m trying to be quiet?”
A small laugh escapes him through his nose.
“Guess I’m your roommate.”
—
Back in the kitchen, everyone is still loud enough that you can hear them faintly from upstairs. Mingyu is the first one to notice Jungkook never came back down. A dangerous grin immediately spreads across his face.
“Well, well,” he says, leaning back against the counter. “What a coincidence that you’d be the one sharing a room with Y/N.”
Jimin bursts into laughter instantly.
“Right? Out of all the rooms.”
Jungkook doesn’t even look embarrassed.
After everyone has finally settled in, later that night someone randomly suggests swimming—and somehow that single idea turns into chaos. Within seconds, everyone is sprinting toward the pool like overgrown teenagers, laughing and shouting as if they’ve been waiting for this moment all day.
You stay back, not joining them. Partly because you’re tired. Mostly because the thought of getting into cold water after three exhausting concert days sounds terrible. Jin,Namjoon, and Hoseok went to the convenience store. So it ends up being just you, Park Jimin, and Min Yoongi staying inside.
From where you’re sitting at the dining table, the entire backyard is visible through the glass doors. The pool lights glow soft blue against the dark Jeju night while chaos unfolds outside. Mingyu is yelling about something over the noise, Tae keeps splashing people on purpose like it’s a competition, and Jungkook—Jungkook looks ridiculously happy. His hair is pushed back and dripping wet, laughter spilling out of him as he aggressively splashes anyone within reach. You watch as he dunks Mingyu underwater without hesitation, only to get tackled right back a second later, disappearing into the water with another burst of laughter.
“He’s insane,” you mumble under your breath.
Jimin walks over carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses, following your gaze outside.
“Mm,” he hums knowingly. “He’s been excited about this trip for weeks.”
Your eyes flick toward him briefly. “Really?”
Jimin pours wine casually. “You coming changed everything.”
Before you can respond, the sliding door opens and Yoongi walks inside quietly, a towel resting over his shoulder while the loud chaos from outside spills in for a brief moment behind him. The second Jimin spots him—
“Hyung!” he calls out dramatically, lifting the wine bottle. “You joining?”
Yoongi looks at the two of you.
Then at the pool outside. Then back at the wine.
“…obviously.”
Yoongi walks over lazily, dropping into the chair across from you with a quiet sigh while Jimin slides a wine glass toward him.
Jimin suddenly turns toward you, resting his chin against his hand.
“So.”
Your stomach sinks immediately.
“…why do you sound like that?”
“Like what?”
“Nosy.”
“I am nosy.”
Yoongi hums calmly. “He’s honest at least.”
Jimin grins.
“When did you and Jungkook start talking again?”
You blink once.
“Oh.”
“You knew about that?"
“Of course we knew,” Jimin says like it’s obvious. “Do you think he’s subtle?”
Yoongi lets out a quiet scoff into his wine glass. “He’s terrible at hiding things.”
You stare at them suspiciously. “What exactly did he say?”
Jimin grins immediately. “Nothing direct.”
“That smile says otherwise.”
“He just…” Jimin waves his hand vaguely. “Started smiling at his phone more.”
Yoongi nods once. “Annoyingly more.”
“And he’d disappear to call someone every night,” Jimin adds.
Your ears grow warm instantly.
“We didn’t know it was you at first,” he continues. “Then suddenly your name started appearing every five business days.”
You groan softly, covering part of your face. “Oh my god.”
Jimin laughs loudly. “So?”
“A few months ago,” you answer carefully.
Jimin raises a brow. “Only a few?”
You nod.
“I texted him congratulations after discharge,” you admit, swirling the wine in your glass absentmindedly. “We just… kept talking after that.”
Jimin watches the chaos outside through the window for a second before looking back at you.
“He missed you a lot, you know.”
Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass.
Yoongi glances at Jimin briefly but says nothing.
You laugh awkwardly instead. “I doubt that.”
“I’m serious,” Jimin says. “He talked about you all the time during military service.”
Your eyes widen a little. “What?”
“Well, he didn’t exactly say ‘I miss her’ directly,” Jimin says, leaning back in his chair.
Yoongi snorts quietly. “Because he’d rather suffer than admit things properly.”
“But,” Jimin continues with a grin, “he’d mention random things and somehow your name always came up.”
“Like what?” you ask before you can stop yourself.
Jimin immediately grins like he’s been waiting for that question.
“Mostly annoying stuff.”
You narrow your eyes. “Wow. Thanks.”
“He looked happier after you started talking again.” Yoongi adds.
He takes a sip of his drink before pointing lazily toward the window. “He’d be in a good mood for no reason, then suddenly disappear to check his phone.”
You frown slightly. “And you just… assumed it was me?”
“The chances were very high.”
A few bottles of wine later, the conversation starts getting dangerously honest. Or maybe it’s just the alcohol. Either way, the energy shifts completely. Jimin is fully flushed now, cheeks bright red as he clings dramatically to his wine glass like it personally offended him.
Meanwhile, Min Yoongi somehow becomes more invested with every sip. At first he’d just quietly react to things—but now? Now he’s actively interrogating you.
“So,” Yoongi says calmly, leaning back in his chair. “Did you like Jungkook before?” You nearly choke on your wine. Jimin immediately loses it beside you, bursting into loud laughter.
“HYUNG.”
“What?” Yoongi asks innocently.
“You can’t just ask that immediately!”
“You were taking too long.”
You stare at both of them in disbelief. “Why are you guys like this?”
Yoongi ignores that entirely.
“Well?”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Are you drunk?”
“A little,” he admits easily.
Yoongi points at you again. “Answer the question.”
You laugh nervously, setting your wine glass down. “No comment.”
“That means yes,” Jimin gasps dramatically.
“It literally does not.”
Yoongi hums thoughtfully. “Interesting.”
“Oh my god.”
Jimin leans closer now, eyes wide despite looking seconds away from falling asleep.
“Wait—did Jungkook ever know?”
“No.”
“Did Mingyu know?”
“Absolutely not.”
“That’s crazy,” Jimin says immediately.
Yoongi nods once in agreement. “He’s oblivious sometimes.”
You let out a quiet laugh, though it fades almost as quickly as it comes.
“That’s kinda why I left,” you admit softly.
Both of them go quiet.
You stare down at the wine in your glass for a second before continuing.
“I didn’t want things to get complicated.” Jimin’s expression softens immediately at that, while Yoongi just watches you quietly, not interrupting.
“He’s very different than I am.” Outside, faint laughter drifts in from the pool, Jungkook’s voice carrying somewhere in the distance. You continue a little more softly, “We lived completely different lives.”
“He was getting bigger every year—busier, more famous, everything around him kept changing so fast.” A faint, almost bittersweet smile touches your lips. “And I was just… normal.”
Jimin looks like he wants to argue immediately, but Yoongi subtly stops him with one glance.
“I knew eventually I’d leave Korea,” you say. “And he’d stay here. Continue his life. Continue being Jungkook.”
The words settle heavily between the three of you.
“So I thought…” you pause briefly. “Maybe it’d be easier if I left before things got messy.”
The room stays quiet.
You swallow softly before adding—
“And with the military service coming up…” a small breath of laughter escapes you, though there’s nothing funny about it. “I thought it was the perfect time.”
Jimin’s face falls immediately.
Yoongi leans back slowly in his chair, gaze fixed on you now.
“Perfect time to disappear?” he asks quietly.
You shrug lightly.
“I figured eventually we’d stop talking anyway.”
The words feel heavier out loud than they ever did in your head.
“So I left first.”
Silence settles over the table after that.
Not awkward.
Just… sad.
Jimin looks genuinely heartbroken on Jungkook’s behalf now.
“That’s actually the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” he mutters dramatically.
You laugh softly despite yourself. “Thank you?”
“No, seriously,” he says, sitting up straighter now despite how red his face is from the wine. “Do you know how miserable he was before enlistment?”
Jimin stares at you carefully now.
“You really thought leaving would make things easier?”
You hesitate.
“Yes.”
“And did it?”
You look down at your glass for a second too long.
Then force out a small shrug.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Neither of them says anything. You smile faintly, quieter this time. “I don’t see him that way anymore.”
“I just…” you exhale softly. “I think of him as a dear friend.”
Before Jimin can continue interrogating you, Yoongi finally sets his wine glass down with a quiet sigh.
“You know,” he says calmly, “I think both of you are making this harder than it needs to be.”
“You keep talking like Jungkook being different from you automatically makes things complicated.”
A small pause.
“Yeah, his life’s busy. It’s loud. People know him everywhere he goes. That’s just reality.”
He shrugs lightly. “But he’s still the same person when all of that’s gone.” Jimin listens quietly for once, unusually still.
Yoongi continues, voice even.
“And you’re not wrong for thinking about how different your lives are. That’s fair.”
“But sometimes people decide the ending of a situation before it even happens.” His eyes shift briefly toward you. “You left because you thought it would be easier for both of you, right?” A beat. “I’m just saying… maybe don’t assume what would’ve been harder for him without actually letting him have a say.”
The room falls quiet for a moment after Yoongi finishes speaking. Not uncomfortable—just thoughtful, like everyone is processing it in their own way.
Jimin slowly spins his wine glass, his earlier teasing gone a little softer now. “Hyung’s being unusually reasonable tonight,” he mutters.
Yoongi gives him a flat look. “Don’t ruin it.”
Jimin hums, then glances at you again, more gently this time. “He’s not wrong though.”
You let out a small breath, looking down at your glass. “It’s not that simple.”
“I know,” Jimin says quickly, less playful now. “I’m not saying it is.”
Jimin tilts his head slightly, watching you for a second like he’s choosing his words carefully for once. Then he speaks a little more quietly than before.
“Why not just… give it a chance?”
Jimin continues, a little more careful now. “I mean… you don’t have to decide everything at once. But you also don’t really know what it could be if you don’t even try, right?”
Before you even get the chance to respond, the sliding door suddenly flies open. Cold night air rushes inside along with loud laughter and dripping footsteps echoing across the floor. You barely have half a second to react before Jungkook and Mingyu appear, both completely soaked from head to toe.
“Oh no,” you say immediately, backing your chair away.
“Oh yes,” Mingyu says.
“You guys better not—”
Too late.
Mingyu grabs one arm while Jungkook grabs the other.
You let out an actual scream as they start dragging you toward the backyard.
“PUT ME DOWN—”
“Absolutely not,” Jungkook laughs.
“I’m literally wearing pajamas!”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
The second the cold night air hits you outside, panic fully kicks in. The pool glows bright blue beneath the lights, way too close for comfort.
“Oh my god, Jungkook—”
He’s laughing so hard he can barely hold onto you properly.
“You’re overreacting.”
The closer they get to the pool, the tighter you cling instinctively to Jungkook. Your arms wrap around him without thinking, fingers fist tightly into the back of his soaked shirt as you practically hang onto him for survival.
“JUNGKOOK.”
Mingyu tries pushing both of you closer to the edge, and you immediately tighten your grip around Jungkook even more. And for a second—he freezes, just slightly. Because now you’re pressed fully against him, arms locked around his shoulders while your face hides near his neck, clearly trying your best not to get thrown into the pool. Water drips from his hair onto your skin.
Water drips from his hair onto your skin.
His laughter softens a little.
And before either of you can react—
Mingyu suddenly shoves both of you hard toward the pool. You scream immediately.
SPLASH.
Freezing water crashes around both of you all at once.
“MINGYU.”
“yoU FuCKing ASSHOLE”. Mingyu is already doubled over laughing outside the pool. Suddenly he climbs onto the edge of the pool dramatically.
“Oh no,” Taehyung says immediately, already backing away.
Mingyu raises both arms into the air like an Olympic diver.
“CANNONBAAAALL—”
“WAIT—”
Too late.
—
“My head is pounding.”
You mumble the words quietly as you step outside after showering, still rubbing one of your temples. Between the wine earlier with Jimin and Yoongi, the screaming, the swimming, and nearly drowning twice—
your body is officially exhausted.
Jungkook looks up almost immediately the second you walk outside.
“There you are.”
You hum tiredly in response before dropping into the empty chair beside him. The warmth from the fire hits your skin instantly. Jungkook glances at you once.
Then again.
“You okay?”
“My head hurts.”
“That’s because you mixed wine with near-death experiences.”
“That was Mingyu’s fault.”
“Everything is Mingyu’s fault,” Taehyung agrees immediately.
“Wow,” Mingyu mutters. “I’m being bullied in this villa.”
Jungkook laughs softly beside you before quietly reaching for the water bottle near his chair.
“Drink.”
You narrow your eyes. “You sound like Yoongi Oppa.”
You complain, but you take the bottle anyway.
The fire crackles softly between everyone’s conversations while Jungkook leans back in his chair beside you, looking oddly content just having you there.
After some time, the noise around the villa starts to soften little by little. Conversations blur into background sounds, laughter fading into quieter laughs, and the fire crackles steadily as if it’s the only thing still fully awake.
Yoongi is fully asleep at this point, head tilted back against the chair with the blanket still wrapped around him like a burrito. Meanwhile, Jimin and Taehyung are very obviously very drunk now. On the other side of the patio, Mingyu has somehow convinced Hoseok to sing with him.
“NEVER LET ME GOOOOO—” Mingyu belts dramatically into the night.
“That is NOT the key,” Hoseok yells through laughter.
At some point, Jin finally stands up with the exhausted energy of a man who’s had enough.
“I’m going to bed before Mingyu starts harmonizing.”
Namjoon follows right after him, already rubbing his eyes.
“Wake me up if the villa catches on fire.”
“That feels oddly specific,” you laugh.
“It’s Taehyung,” Namjoon says simply before disappearing inside.
Soon it’s mostly just you and Jungkook sitting quietly near the fire while everyone else spirals around you in different stages of exhaustion. Jungkook stretches his legs out slightly, shoulders relaxed now, hoodie sleeves covering part of his hands.
“You still cold?” he asks quietly.
“A little.”
Without another word, he pulls the blanket off the empty chair beside him and tosses half of it over your lap too. You glance at him.
“Wow,” you mumble. “How gentlemanly.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
You smile faintly, pulling the blanket closer anyway. Across the patio, Mingyu is now singing directly to a very uninterested Yoongi who is still asleep.
“You think he knows we’re here?” Hoseok whispers.
“Absolutely not,” Jungkook answers.
The villa grows quieter around you.
Only the sound of waves somewhere in the distance now.
Jungkook exhales softly through his nose before suddenly sitting forward slightly.
“…How about a walk?” he suggests.
“Right now?”
“Mhm.”
“It’s like two in the morning.”
“That’s the best time.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “That sounds like something a serial killer would say.”
A quiet laugh escapes him.
“Good thing you already trusted me enough to share a room.”
“That was against my will.”
“Liar.”
You hesitate for maybe two more seconds before eventually standing anyway, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. Jungkook immediately gets up too, grabbing his hoodie from the back of the chair before nudging your arm lightly.
“Come on.”
The two of you slip out toward the beach path nearby.
Jeju at night feels completely different. The dark ocean stretches endlessly beside you, the wind carrying the sharp, clean smell of saltwater through the air, and the distant waves crash softly against rocks somewhere below like a steady heartbeat.
For a while, you just walk side by side with Jungkook—no destination, no rush, just the sound of footsteps on quiet sand and the ocean filling the spaces between words. Jungkook keeps his hands shoved into his hoodie pocket while matching his pace to yours naturally.
“You know,” he says eventually, “hyung’s probably asleep outside permanently now.”
You laugh softly. “Poor Yoongi.”
“He chose the blanket life.”
“He looked comfortable.”
“He looked dead.”
That pulls another laugh from you.
Then suddenly—
Jungkook grins to himself like he just remembered something.
“What?”
Instead of answering, he unzips his jacket slightly and pulls something out from the inside pocket. Your eyes widen immediately.
“…is that soju?”
He looks entirely too proud of himself.
“Maybe.”
“You smuggled alcohol on a beach walk?”
“It’s called preparation.”
You stare at him in disbelief while he shakes the small bottle once dramatically.
“You planned this?” you ask suspiciously.
“The walk?”
“The hidden alcohol.”
A grin spreads slowly across his face.
“…maybe.”
“You’re insane.”
“You knew that already.”
The two of you end up sitting near the shoreline after that, shoes abandoned beside you while the waves roll in softly nearby. The bottle passes between you lazily, no urgency in the way it moves from hand to hand.
Conversation drifts from random nonsense to quieter things again—old memories, stories from the past, things you missed while being apart. At one point Jungkook laughs suddenly, shoulders shaking lightly beside you.
“What?”
“You used to hate soju.”
“I still do.”
“Then why are you drinking it?”
You glance at him briefly before looking back out at the ocean.
“…because you offered it.”
The bottle is nearly empty by the time the conversation starts slowing down.
You’re sitting close enough that your shoulders keep brushing every few seconds whenever either of you moves.
Jungkook turns the nearly-empty soju bottle slowly in his hands before glancing sideways at you.
“So,” he says casually.
A grin pulls at his lips.
“Any boyfriends?”
You snort immediately. “Straight to the interrogation?”
“I’m curious.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
He hums softly, eyes dropping back to the bottle for a second.
Then—
“Any hookups?”
You nearly choke on air.
“JUNGKOOK.”
“What?” he laughs. “That’s a normal question.”
“It absolutely is not.”
You stare at him in disbelief while he continues grinning beside you.
“You answer first then,” you shoot back immediately.
Jungkook clicks his tongue softly. “I asked first.”
“That’s suspicious.”
“You’re deflecting again.”
You groan dramatically, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.
“No boyfriends,” you admit eventually. “And no hookups.”
Jungkook’s brows lift slightly.
“Really?”
“What’s with that reaction?”
“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “You’re pretty.”
The compliment comes out so naturally that it catches you completely off guard.
Your expression falters for half a second.
Jungkook seems to realize what he said immediately after because he suddenly looks away first, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“…that sounded smoother in my head.”
You laugh softly despite yourself.
“Did you have any?” you ask quietly after a moment.
Jungkook leans back on his hands slightly, staring out toward the ocean again.
“A few dates,” he admits. “Nothing serious.”
Something small and uncomfortable twists briefly in your chest anyway.
He notices immediately.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That face says otherwise.”
You roll your eyes, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. And Jungkook smiles again instantly at the contact alone. Jungkook suddenly leans back onto the sand, arms folded behind his head as he stares up at the stars above Jeju.
You hesitate for half a second before following him, laying down beside him on the sand. Close enough that your shoulders almost touch.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
Just breathing.
Jungkook turns his head slightly toward you.
“You remember that one night?” he asks quietly.
“Which one?”
“The rooftop.”
You immediately laugh softly.
“Oh my god.”
“You remember.”
“Of course I remember. You almost got both of us arrested.”
“That security guard was dramatic.”
“You climbed onto a restricted roof at three in the morning.”
“And you followed me.”
“That’s because you would’ve died alone.”
Jungkook laughs quietly beside you. The sound feels softer out here, almost swallowed by the waves, but somehow more real at the same time. Then silence settles again—not awkward, just full, like it doesn’t need to be filled.
You glance toward him eventually. And realize he’s already looking at you.
Closer now than before, his head resting sideways against the sand, wind brushing lightly through his damp hair. His gaze doesn’t waver when it meets yours—just stays there, steady and unhurried, like he’s not in any rush to look away.
“You know,” he says softly, “you laugh the same.”
Your brows knit slightly. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know.” A faint smile pulls at his lips. “It sounds the same.”
Something about the way he says it makes your chest ache unexpectedly. You look away first this time, staring back up at the stars.
“You know what I missed the most?”
You glance at him. “What?”
“This.”
“The beach?”
“You.”
The answer comes so easily it almost steals the air from your lungs. Jungkook doesn’t even seem to realize how hard the words hit. He just smiles faintly to himself, gaze still fixed upward.
“Talking to you like this,” he says quietly
Your chest tightens softly. The waves crash gently nearby, steady and unhurried, like they’re the only thing still moving normally. And before you can stop yourself, you look at him a little too long.
Jungkook notices immediately.
His eyes shift toward yours slowly, like he’s been waiting for you to look back. The small smile on his face softens into something quieter, something that doesn’t feel like teasing anymore. Neither of you looks away this time.
The wind brushes through his damp hair lightly, moonlight catching against his skin, making everything feel a little too still, a little too close, like the world has quietly stepped back without either of you noticing. He exhales softly through his nose and looks back up at the sky again.
“You know what the worst part was?”
His voice is quieter now.
You turn slightly toward him. “About what?”
“When you left.”
Your chest tightens immediately.
Jungkook laughs once under his breath, but there’s no humor in it.
“At first I was mad.”
“Actually, no. I was really mad.”
You stay quiet beside him.
“I kept thinking…” he continues slowly, “if I meant anything to you at all, why was it so easy for you to disappear?”
You swallow softly.
“There were a lot of nights where I wanted to text you.” He laughs quietly. “But my pride’s too big.”
“That’s true,” you murmur. That earns a soft smile from him.
“But even when we weren’t talking…” he says after a moment, “everything still reminded me of you.”
Jungkook turns his head slightly toward you again.
“You were just… there all the time.”
Your throat feels tight suddenly.
“In stupid random things I knew you’d laugh at.”
Jungkook watches you carefully now.
“And honestly?” he says softly. “I think I hated that the most.”
“Why?”
“Because no matter how hard I tried…” his voice lowers slightly, “I couldn’t make you feel like a past memory.”
The sound of your heartbeat suddenly feels louder than the ocean. Jungkook looks away first this time, jaw tightening slightly like maybe he already said too much.
But then, quietly—almost like he’s speaking more to himself than to you—
“I don’t think I ever really got over losing you.”
Your chest tightens so hard it almost hurts. For a second, neither of you moves. The ocean keeps rolling in like nothing changed, but everything between you feels like it just did.
Suddenly the entire moment feels far too real. Far too honest.
So instinctively—you panic. A nervous laugh slips out as you look away toward the sky again, like the stars might offer an easier answer.
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” you say, trying to make it lighter than it feels.
He exhales—slow, controlled.
“…What if I’m not?” he says quietly.
“I…” you shake your head softly, eyes fixed somewhere out toward the dark ocean. “I didn’t expect that from you.”
When he speaks, his voice is lower now, more careful.
“I know,” he says.
A pause.
“I didn’t expect myself to say it either.”
You pull your knees a little closer to your chest beneath the blanket.
“I don’t know,” you admit softly. “I just… didn’t think I really mattered that much, you know?”
The moment the words leave your mouth, Jungkook’s expression changes immediately. Like something in him hurts hearing that.
“What?” he says softly.
You laugh awkwardly, trying to brush it off.
“I mean—we were young back then. And your life got bigger and bigger after that. I just figured eventually I’d become…” you shrug lightly, “…someone you used to know.”
Jungkook stares at you for a second like the idea itself genuinely makes no sense to him. Then he lets out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head.
“Y/N,” he murmurs.
The way he says your name makes your chest tighten.
“You’re my best friend.”
Jungkook looks at you steadily, brows pulled together slightly like he needs you to understand this properly.
“You were never just some person I used to know.”
Jungkook glances sideways at you again.
“I don’t think you realize how important you are to people sometimes.”
Jungkook exhales, trying to lighten the mood.
“You know Mingyu felt the same way, right?”
Your brows lift slightly. “About what?”
“About you leaving.”
Jungkook leans back onto his hands again, staring up at the sky.
“He was devastated,” he says simply.
You blink at him. “Mingyu?”
“Mhm.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“He is dramatic.”
“True.”
A quiet laugh leaves both of you, but Jungkook’s expression softens again after a moment.
“He acted annoyed about it at first,” he continues. “Kept pretending he didn’t care.”
“But after you left?” Jungkook glances toward you briefly. “He got really quiet about you.”
“That sounds more like him.”
You stare down at the sand while he keeps talking.
“He missed you a lot,” he says softer this time. “Even if he’d never admit it properly.”
You smile faintly to yourself, eyes lowering toward your hands.
“I missed him too.”
Jungkook hums softly.
“He almost cried when you hugged him at the concert.”
You whip your head toward him immediately. “He did not.”
“He absolutely did.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m serious,” Jungkook laughs. “His eyes got all red and everything.”
“That was because he was screaming.”
“Mhm.”
You narrow your eyes suspiciously while Jungkook keeps grinning beside you.
“He missed having you around.”
The teasing fades again. Jungkook brushes his fingers absently through the sand beside yours.
“…We all did.”
Something in his expression softens instantly at that. You let out a small breath through your nose before bumping your shoulder lightly against his.
“Well,” you say softly, trying to lighten the heaviness in your chest, “…I’m here now, right?”
Jungkook looks at you for a long second. Really looks at you, like he’s trying to make sure you’re still here—not just physically, but in the same moment as him.
A smile spreads across his face again.
Smaller this time. Softer. Less teasing, more relieved—like something inside him just loosened instead of being held so tightly.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
Jungkook watches you for a second.
Then slowly—he turns fully toward you. His whole body shifts in the sand until he’s facing you completely, one arm resting loosely against his bent knee while the other stays near you, close enough that you can feel the warmth even without touching.
Then gently—almost hesitantly—his hand lifts.
Warm fingers brush lightly against your cheek.
Your entire body stills.
Jungkook’s thumb strokes softly along your skin once… then twice. So careful it almost feels like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he moves too fast. His expression softens immediately at the contact, gaze dropping for half a second to your lips before returning to your eyes again.
“You know,” he murmurs quietly, thumb still resting against your cheek, “I think seeing you again messed me up a little.”
A nervous laugh escapes you softly, fragile in the quiet between waves.
A nervous laugh escapes you softly.
“A little?”
“Mhm.”
His smile is small now. Barely there.
“Maybe a lot.”
Your breath catches.
And then—he moves closer.
Slowly this time. Carefully. Like he’s giving you every chance in the world to pull away if you want to. The hand on your cheek slides gently toward your jaw, warm fingers resting there as his eyes stay locked on yours, searching, waiting.
Your heartbeat turns almost painfully loud.
Close. Too close.
You can feel the warmth of his breath now, see the tiny flicker of hesitation in his eyes—like even Jungkook isn’t completely sure what comes after this, only that he’s tired of not knowing.
But he still leans in anyway.
Instinctively, your fingers tighten slightly against the sand.
And right before his lips can touch yours—you whisper shakily, his name barely forming in the air between you.
“Jungkook…”
He stops instantly.
Not pulling away, not yet—but stilling completely, like your voice is the only thing that could do that to him.
His forehead hovers just a little closer than before, breath uneven now.
“Yeah?” he murmurs softly, eyes still searching yours, voice barely above the waves.
Your chest rises too fast.
You don’t even know what you were trying to say anymore. Maybe nothing. Maybe you just needed one second longer before everything shifted into something you can’t take back.
Jungkook watches you carefully, eyes softer now. Waiting. Patient.
Your gaze flickers between his eyes and his lips before you let out a small, nervous laugh.
“I forgot what I was gonna say.”
For one second, he just stares at you.
Then a quiet laugh slips out of him too, the tension breaking just slightly as his forehead drops lightly against yours.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispers.
“You almost kissed me.”
A beat.
“And you almost let me.”
Your stomach flips at the words, sharp and undeniable.
Neither of you moves away. If anything, Jungkook’s fingers curl a little more firmly against your jaw now—still gentle, but more certain, like he’s anchoring you there with him instead of asking permission to stay.
The space between you doesn’t disappear.
Then quietly, almost like he’s testing the edge of restraint again, he adds,
“Should I stop?”
The question sounds careful.
But the way his thumb lingers against your skin makes the answer feel like it already belongs to both of you.
Your heart is loud in your chest. Too loud to think properly. But not loud enough to drown out what you already know is happening here.
But you stay quiet.
And Jungkook notices immediately. His eyes search yours for half a second longer, like he’s making sure.
Making sure you’re not scared.
Making sure you’ll pull away if you want to.
And you don’t.
You just look at him with your breath caught somewhere in your throat—and let him move closer again.
His forehead brushes yours first. Nose grazing lightly against yours while his hand stays warm against your cheek.
The world suddenly feels unbearably still.
Then—
his lips finally touch yours.
Soft.
So soft it almost doesn’t feel real at first.
Your chest tightens instantly.
Jungkook kisses you like he’s been thinking about it for years. Like he’s trying not to scare the moment away.
Gentle.
Careful.
Warm against the cold Jeju night.
Your fingers instinctively tighten in the fabric of his hoodie before slowly relaxing again when he kisses you a little deeper this time.
A quiet breath leaves him against your lips.
And somehow that sound alone nearly destroys you.
The waves crash softly nearby while his thumb strokes gently along your cheek, like he still can’t fully believe you’re here either.
When he finally pulls back—
barely—
his forehead rests against yours again.
Both of you still breathing a little unevenly.
Jungkook’s thumb strokes gently along your cheek once more.
Like he still can’t believe this is real.
His eyes flicker slowly between yours, softer now. Almost dazed.
And maybe that’s what does it.
Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you— like he’s wanted this for far too long.
Because before he can say anything else—
you kiss him again.
And Jungkook lets out the smallest surprised breath against your lips before kissing you back immediately.
Like he was waiting for it.
Waiting for you.
Jungkook exhales shakily against your lips when your fingers curl tighter into the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer without even realizing it.
The sound nearly wrecks him.
You can feel it.
The way his breathing falters slightly. The way he kisses you softer right after, almost careful again—like he’s afraid this might disappear if he holds on too hard.
Then slowly—
his hand slips from your cheek down to your waist.
Warm fingers settling there carefully before pulling you a little closer against him.
Your breath catches immediately.
The movement is gentle. Instinctive.
Like he’s been wanting to hold you like this for years.
Your knees brush against his in the sand while his arm stays wrapped around your waist, keeping you tucked against him naturally now.
And somehow that feels even more intimate than the kisses.
The closeness. The way he holds you like he already knows your place beside him.
Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at you again, forehead resting lightly against yours while his thumb traces absentminded circles against your waist through the fabric of your clothes.
His eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs quietly, almost breathless, “how long I wanted to do that.”
Your chest tightens painfully.
You laugh softly through your racing heartbeat, trying to steady yourself.
“That obvious, huh?”
A quiet smile appears on his face.
“To me?” he murmurs. “Always.”
The word settles warmly between you.
Heavy in the quietest way possible.
Jungkook keeps looking at you like he still hasn’t fully processed that you’re really here—that you kissed him back, that you’re sitting beside him on a beach in Jeju after years apart instead of existing only in memories and late-night thoughts.
The waves crash softly nearby while his hand stays secure around your waist, thumb brushing small absentminded circles there.
Then quietly—
“Y/N?”
You blink up at him, still a little breathless.
“Yeah?”
His gaze softens instantly at the sound of your voice.
And for the first time tonight—
Jungkook looks completely vulnerable.
No teasing smile.
No hiding behind jokes.
Just honest.
“I’m never letting you go again.”
Your heart stumbles so hard it almost hurts.
The words come out low and certain, like he already made the decision long before tonight.
Like losing you once was enough.
You stare at him for a second, completely unable to speak.
Because there’s something terrifying about being wanted that deeply by someone you spent years trying to forget.
Jungkook’s expression softens immediately when he notices the look on your face.
“You know,” he murmurs with the faintest smile, forehead brushing lightly against yours again, “you look like you’re about to panic.”
A helpless laugh escapes you softly.
“Maybe I am.”
“That bad?”
“You saying things like that isn’t helping.”
His laugh is quieter now. Warmer.
Then his hand slides a little more securely around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until there’s barely any space left between you at all.
“I mean it though,” he says softly.
The wind blows gently around both of you, carrying the sound of the ocean through the darkness while his eyes stay locked on yours.
“I spent too long pretending I was okay with losing you.”
Your throat tightens.
Jungkook brushes his nose lightly against yours, smile fading into something softer again.
“I don’t wanna do that anymore.”
The honesty in his voice nearly breaks you apart.
So instead of answering—
you lean forward and kiss him again.
And this time Jungkook smiles against your lips immediately, like maybe that response is even better than words.
—
You walked back to the villa slowly, fingers intertwined with Jungkook’s the entire way.
Neither of you let go first.
Jungkook kept glancing sideways at you during the walk back, smiling to himself every few minutes like he still couldn’t believe tonight actually happened.
“What?” you finally mumble, already embarrassed.
“Nothing.”
“That’s a liar smile.”
He laughs quietly under his breath, squeezing your hand once.
“You kissed me first the second time.”
Your face heats instantly.
“Oh my god.”
“I’m just saying.”
You groan dramatically while Jungkook keeps grinning beside you the entire way back toward the villa.
Most of the lights inside are already off when you finally return.
Quiet now.
Everyone probably asleep after the chaos earlier.
You slip your shoes off near the entrance while Jungkook locks the door behind both of you.
For a second neither of you moves.
Still standing too close. Still holding hands.
You open the door to your bedroom quietly, Jungkook following right behind you.
The soft click of the door shutting behind you suddenly makes the entire room feel smaller.
For one brief second—
neither of you moves.
Jungkook is still close enough that you can feel the heat from him at your back. Your fingers still tangled together loosely between you.
The room is dim except for the faint moonlight spilling through the balcony curtains.
Your eyes flick downward at your intertwined fingers and suddenly you feel shy all over again.
Jungkook notices immediately.
A small grin appears on his face.
“What?” you whisper suspiciously.
“Nothing.”
“That’s the same smile from earlier.”
“Maybe I just like holding your hand.”
Your stomach flips embarrassingly fast.
“You’re saying dangerous things tonight.”
“You kissed me like five minutes ago.”
“That’s not the point.”
A soft laugh leaves him.
Then quieter—
“Come here for a second.”
Your breath catches slightly.
“What?”
But Jungkook is already stepping closer.
One hand still holding yours while the other reaches up gently to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.
The movement is so soft it nearly wrecks you again.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he murmurs.
“Jungkook.”
He smiles immediately at the warning in your voice.
Then before you can recover—
he leans down and kisses you again.
Quick this time.
Warm and smiling against your lips like he physically couldn’t help himself.
Your fingers instinctively tighten around his hoodie.
a ridiculously loud snore suddenly cuts through the room.
Both of you freeze instantly.
Silence.
Another snore follows. Even louder this time.
Slowly, you turn toward the bed.
And there—
spread dramatically across your mattress like he pays rent—
is Mingyu.
Dead asleep.
One arm wrapped around your pillow. Blanket tangled around his legs. Snoring loud enough to qualify as a public disturbance.
A beat of silence passes.
Then Jungkook immediately folds over laughing.
“Oh my god,” you whisper in disbelief.
Mingyu lets out another aggressive snore in response.
You stare at your bed, horrified. “Why is he sleeping in here?”
You walk over and lightly shove Mingyu’s shoulder.
“Mingyu.”
Nothing.
Another shove.
“Mingyu, wake up.”
He only groans sleepily before hugging your pillow tighter.
“…five more minutes…”
You sigh dramatically, looking around the room helplessly.
“You can sleep in mine.”
Your breath catches slightly.
“With you?”
Jungkook tries to look casual about it and fails miserably.
“I mean…” he says carefully, glancing toward the unconscious Mingyu sprawled across your mattress, “your bed’s kinda occupied.”
You stare at him.
He stares back.
Very obviously trying not to smile.
“What if Mingyu wakes up?” you whisper immediately.
Jungkook looks over at Mingyu, who is now starfished across your entire bed.
Another snore rattles through the room.
Then Jungkook looks back at you completely unbothered.
“He’s literally sleeping in your bed right now,” he says softly. “I think we can make excuses.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It kind of is.”
You cover your face briefly while Jungkook laughs quietly under his breath.
Then gentler this time—
“If you’re uncomfortable, it’s okay,” he says softly. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
You look at him for a second before shaking your head lightly.
“No,” you murmur. “It’s fine.”
The way Jungkook’s expression softens at that almost makes your heart give out entirely.
Not smug. Not teasing.
Just quietly happy.
Behind both of you, Mingyu snores loud enough to sound like background music.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s get ready for bed before he starts sleep-talking.”
You end up taking turns showering quietly while the villa stays asleep around you.
By the time you finish and step into Jungkook’s room wearing one of your oversized shirts and pajama shorts, exhaustion finally crashes into you fully.
The room is dimly lit by the small lamp near the bed.
Jungkook looks up from where he’s sitting against the headboard scrolling through his phone briefly—and immediately freezes for half a second when he sees you.
Your stomach flips instantly.
“What?” you mumble self-consciously.
He blinks once before shaking his head quickly, trying to recover.
“Nothing.”
“That was not a nothing face.”
A sleepy grin appears on his lips.
“You’re cute,” he admits quietly.
Your face warms immediately.
“Go to sleep.”
He laughs softly under his breath before setting his phone aside and lifting the blanket slightly for you.
The gesture feels strangely domestic again.
Dangerously domestic.
You climb into bed beside him carefully, trying very hard not to think too much about the fact that you’re sharing a bed with Jungkook after kissing him on a beach an hour ago.
Which is ridiculous, honestly.
Because this should be fine.
You and Jungkook have shared beds before. Countless times.
Sleepovers after movie nights. Falling asleep on couches during trips with friends. Late nights where one of you was too tired to go home.
Back then it never felt like this.
Back then Jungkook was just Jungkook— your best friend stealing blankets and kicking you in his sleep.
But now?
Now you’re painfully aware of everything.
The warmth of him beside you. The way the mattress dips slightly whenever he moves. The memory of his lips against yours still lingering stubbornly in your head.
Your heart refuses to calm down.
Beside you, Jungkook watches your expression for a second before quietly smiling to himself.
Then slowly, he shifts a little closer on the bed until your knees brush lightly beneath the blankets.
“Come here,” he murmurs sleepily.
Before you can overthink it again, he gently pulls you closer against him.
And somehow the second you settle there beside him—
everything feels easier.
The mattress dips slightly when he lays back down beside you.
For a second, both of you stay awkwardly still.
Then Jungkook glances sideways at you.
“…Are we pretending this isn’t weird?”
You laugh quietly into the pillow. “It’s definitely weird.”
“Mhm.”
A small silence passes.
Then—
very gently—
Jungkook reaches over and brushes a strand of hair away from your face again.
His hand lingers for a second longer this time.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
You nod sleepily.
“Just tired.”
“Me too.”
The room grows quiet after that.
Soft.
Warm.
Outside, faint waves crash somewhere far in the distance.
Jungkook shifts a little closer beneath the blankets before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs.
Your chest tightens immediately.
“Goodnight,” you whisper back.
Then slowly—
carefully—
his arm slips around your waist from behind as he pulls you gently against him.
You can feel his steady breathing against the back of your neck.
The sleepy weight of him curled around you
And maybe because both of you are completely exhausted— emotionally and physically drained from the concerts, the trip, the late-night conversations, and everything that happened tonight—
neither of you stays awake much longer.
Your fingers curl loosely around his arm resting against your waist.
Jungkook presses one last sleepy kiss against your shoulder.
And somewhere between tangled blankets, quiet breathing, and the warmth of him holding you close—
both of you fall asleep almost instantly.
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