Midnight

It’s almost midnight when you feel your phone buzz. You’re not surprised to see Jungkook’s name light up on your screen.

Jungkook: "Are you awake?"

You type back quickly, rolling your eyes at his timing.

You: "I’m always awake when you need me, Jeon."

Moments later, your doorbell rings. Jungkook stands there, wearing that familiar smile that never fails to make your heart skip. He’s holding two cups of coffee, one specifically ordered to your taste, with extra chocolate. You step aside to let him in.

"Thought you could use some caffeine," he says, looking down at his feet.

“Thanks," you say, and he grins as if he just handed you the world.

The two of you settle onto the couch, talking about anything and everything—your dreams, his new songs, places you want to visit. Then, there’s a lull in the conversation. Jungkook fidgets with his cup, glancing up at you.

“Have you ever thought about... us?” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

You feel a blush creeping up but manage to nod. “More than you know.”

In that moment, nothing else matters—not the city lights outside or the endless dreams you both chase. For now, there’s just you and him, and a promise of a beginning that neither of you saw coming but both had always wanted.