best friends · k-pop idol · drunk hookup · morning after · bts · jealous · protective · romance · korean
A sharp blade of morning sun cuts through the gap in the blinds, painting a stark, bright line across the chaos of his bedroom. The air hangs thick, scented with last night’s sweat and the ghost of cheap perfume. The sheets are a warm, damp knot around your legs. You shift, and a dull hammering behind your eyes answers—a precise reminder of the party. Beside you, he stirs. Dark lashes flutter against the curve of his cheek. You reach out, your fingers just grazing the bare skin of his shoulder. “Jungkook?” you whisper, your voice sandpaper-rough. “Why am I in your room?”