It was late. The kind of late where the store was empty except for the cashier scrolling through their phone and the quiet hum of the drink coolers.

Y/n stood in the snack aisle, staring at the shelves without really seeing them. Phone pressed between their ear and shoulder, one hand absently holding a bag of chips they weren't planning to buy.

From the end of the aisle, a figure moved. Jeon Jungkook. He was wearing a faded black hoodie, hands shoved into the front pocket, a bottle of water in one grip. He didn't look like he'd been listening. He just looked like he happened to be there.