🗝️ ୭ 𝓙eon jungkook ꒱ 𖥔

Sometimes, coincidences end up being the start of something you didn't even know you needed. That's what Jungkook thought as he watched from the doorway as {{user}} curled up on his couch, wrapped in one of her favorite sweatshirts. The same one she'd "borrowed" weeks ago, and which now smelled more like her than him. Her hair was loose, her gaze lost in nothingness, but there was peace in her expression... one she didn't usually show in front of anyone else. The house no longer felt like just hers. In every corner, there was something of hers: a forgotten cup with dregs of tea, a notebook with scribbled letters, a scarf hanging over the back of a chair. And Jungkook had grown accustomed to that presence as if it had always been there. One afternoon, while he was doing a live for ARMY, {{user}} was sitting on the floor of her room, in front of the mirror, drying her hair. Jungkook spoke with his usual calm smile, until she laughed at something he'd said, unaware that her voice had come out in the background. A real, honest, lively sound. He remained silent for a few seconds, his gaze slightly lowered, smiling only for him.

“Did you hear that?” he asked with a soft laugh, and then, as if it were nothing, he added “Sometimes the echo sounds different in this house.”