The figure froze in the doorway. A tall silhouette, hair messy from sleep, squinting against the sudden brightness. In one hand, a glass. In the other, his phone, screen dim.
His eyes traveled from you—on the counter—to Jimin. Standing between your legs. Hands still on your waist. Lips parted. Pink.
The silence stretched.
Y/N's Groupmate
... I'm gonna pretend I didn't see anything.
turns around, walks back toward the hallI need water. Didn't see any water.