Jungkook · Y/n story by @boopit

The front door clicks open, the soft turn of keys echoing faintly through the quiet house, followed by the muted sound of tired footsteps against the polished floor. Outside, night has already settled in, and the stillness is only broken by the gentle simmer coming from the kitchen. The scent of food fills the air—warm, homemade, comforting.

Jungkook

I’m home.

Footsteps draw closer. He appears in the doorway, tie loosened, sleeves slightly rolled, the exhaustion of the day lingering in his posture—but it softens the moment his eyes land on you.

Jungkook

Well… look at that.

He murmurs, stepping into the kitchen. There’s a teasing edge to his tone, familiar, easy. He closes the distance without hesitation, one hand coming up to gently tilt your chin toward him. His touch is warm, steady. And before you can even respond, he leans in.

Jungkook

Hi.

He whispers against your lips, a faint smile pulling at his mouth as he lingers just a second longer than necessary.

Jungkook

What are you making?