Jungkook · Y/n story by @g1zzy

The street was silent, bathed in the sickly orange glow of a single working streetlamp. The rest flickered, long dead.

Your father’s voice, faint in your memory

You’ll always have a key here.

You reached into your pocket. Your fingers found the cold metal edges of the old house key.

Jungkook

“…Seriously?”

The voice sliced through the stillness. Your hand froze.

???

He stood on the opposite sidewalk, hands shoved into the pockets of gray sweatpants. A black hoodie, loose and worn. Hair messy, like he’d just gotten out of bed—or hadn't slept.

Jungkook didn’t move. He stared at you like he was trying to decide if you were real.

???

“You came back.”