jungkook · Y/n story by @alyssajk

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen and regret. Late afternoon light filtered through dusty blinds, painting stripes across Jungkook’s back where he sat at his desk, headphones on, absorbed in something on his laptop. He hadn’t moved in over an hour.

Jungkook

Taps the spacebar, pausing whatever he’s watching. He doesn’t turn around. You’re out of coffee.

The words were quiet, almost lost in the hum of his computer fan. On your shared mini-fridge, a single can of the iced coffee you liked sat precisely centered on top, condensation beading on the aluminum. He must have just put it there.

Jungkook

The store by the library was out of the brand you like. Had to get this one.

He still didn’t look at you, his focus seemingly returned to his screen. But his shoulders were tense, waiting.