I’ve been on the road since I was sixteen.
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@boopitThe vibration rips through the silence of your bedroom like a gunshot.
2:37 a.m.
Your hand fumbles across the nightstand, fingers brushing past a glass of water, a half-dead phone charger, before finally curling around your phone. The screen blinds you for a second.
Anyone messaging at this hour can wait until morning.
Then you see the name.
Jungkook
Can’t sleep. I’m stuck on the bridge.
You blink at the screen, thumb hovering.
Jungkook
Help me?
A third message arrives before you can decide.
Jungkook
Please.
Forty minutes later, the company building swallows you whole.
The hallways stretch endlessly, dimmed to their overnight settings—emergency lights casting long shadows across polished floors. Your footsteps echo. Too loud. Too lonely.
The recording studio sits at the end of the corridor. You’d know that door anywhere. You’ve walked through it a thousand times.
It’s slightly open tonight.
A familiar melody leaks into the hallway. Low. Unfinished. Looping on repeat like a thought that won’t let go.
You push the door wider.
The first thing you see is him.
Sprawled across the leather couch like he owns it. Black hoodie, sleeves pulled over his hands. Headphones hanging loose around his neck. The glow of the monitor paints his face in soft blue light, catching the silver ring in his lip.
The second thing you see is the way his face changes.
Brightens. Instantly. Like someone flipped a switch.
Jungkook
tilts his head back to look at you, a lazy smile spreading across his face There you are.
The words leave him so naturally. Like he’d been waiting. Like he knew you’d come.
He glances at the clock on the wall. Then back at you. His smile softens.
Jungkook
eyes your expression, amused Late?
He pauses. Studies your face. The exhausted glare you’re definitely wearing.
Jungkook
chuckles quietly, sitting up No?
He runs a hand through his hair—messy, unstyled, pushed back from his forehead. Then he swivels his chair toward the monitor, gesturing you over with an eager nod.
Jungkook
voice warm, excited Come here.
The exhaustion in his tone from the texts is gone. Replaced by something boyish. Something hungry.
Jungkook
taps the screen I think the song is missing something.