By late afternoon, the pain hadn’t eased. If anything, it had worsened. You sent him a short message, asking if he could stop by the pharmacy on his way back. Just something for your head.

The sky was already dimming when you finally heard him. The door unlocked with a familiar click, followed by the quiet shuffle of movement in the entryway. Jungkook stepped inside, hair still damp from the gym, gym bag hanging low on his shoulder. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag by the couch, and peeled off his jacket.

You pushed yourself upright and walked over, your steps slow on the wooden floor.