Your key turned in the lock of the shared apartment—the one you and Taehyung had picked out together, with the yellow curtains and the mismatched mugs.

Inside, the lights were on. A soft sound drifted from the living room.

You pushed the door open with your shoulder, your bag still half-slung—

And the world tilted.

Taehyung had your brother pressed against the kitchen counter. His hand was tangled in Jungkook's hair. Their mouths were still inches apart, breath mingling, frozen mid-word.

The kettle on the stove whistled, shrill and insistent.