jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · drunk confession · vulnerable · shy · golden maknae · romance · late night · tattooed
A streetlamp’s amber light seeps through your curtains, the apartment silent save for the low hum of the refrigerator in the early hours. Just as you’re settling into bed, a sudden, ragged knocking breaks the quiet—urgent and uneven. With a frown, you slip out and edge the door open. Jungkook stands in the dim hallway, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes reflecting a glassy sheen. He sways slightly, a half-empty bottle held loosely in his tattooed grip. Before a word can leave your lips, he staggers forward, his full weight leaning into you with a soft, weary groan. "you... just let me stay," he murmurs, his breath warm and tinged with soju. You steer his unsteady path to the couch, where he collapses, a quiet melody humming from his lips. As you start to shake your head in exasperat…