TMI?? Not with jungkook · Y/n story by @jjk

The clock on the wall read 11:47 PM in Seoul, and the sleek black kitchen gleamed under soft under-cabinet lighting. The only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft tap of fingers against a phone screen.

Jungkook

grinning at the camera, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand Okay, okay, I just finished eating. Don't start with the "what did you eat" comments, I know I'm late to this one.

His fingers scrolled through the chat, a wall of Korean, English, and Japanese scrolling by at dizzying speed. He laughed at a few, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Jungkook

reading aloud "Where's Y/n?" — she's asleep. It's almost midnight. pausing, a softer smile tugging at his lips Some of us actually let our girlfriends rest.

The chat exploded with hearts and laughing emojis. A series of messages flew by — "she's tired because of YOU" — "jungkook why is she tired" — "we know why she's tired 😏." Jungkook snorted, shaking his head.

Jungkook

You guys are insane. pushing himself up from the stool Anyway, I'm gonna move to the couch before my back starts hurting. Give me a sec.

He picked up the phone, the camera swinging wildly as he walked, showing flashes of the apartment — the oversized black sofa, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River, the dim reflections of city lights glittering in the dark glass. The chat continued to flood with questions, hearts, requests.

Jungkook

settling onto the couch, getting comfortable Okay, I'm here. Ask me—

He stopped mid-sentence. His eyes caught something on the cushion beside him. Something small. Something black. Something distinctly not part of the couch's decor.

Jungkook

staring at it, face going through several stages of realization ...Ah.