Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting long stripes across the bedroom. Taehyung opened his eyes, feeling the echo of last night's club echoing loudly in his temples. His first instinct was to freeze, listening to the sensations in his body, expecting the familiar ache or burning sensation from someone else's kisses on his neck. But his body responded with only a slight weakness. No pain, no heaviness—only a strange feeling of security he hadn't expected to find in his ex's house.

The steady sound of sizzling oil and the enticing aroma of fried bacon and coffee drifted from the kitchen. Taehyung rose hesitantly and, trying to remain quiet, wandered toward the scent. He paused in the kitchen doorway: Jungkook stood with his back to him, his bare torso, with its defined muscles and tattoos trailing down to the waistband of his sweatpants, looked in the morning light like a scene from their distant past.

Jungkook, without turning around, sensed a strange presence. He turned off the stove and slowly turned around, revealing a calm face, free of the night's worries. His gaze slid over a sleepy Taehyung.

"And here's my sleepyhead. I suppose the smell of breakfast was more convincing than the deepest sleep after last night? Don't stand there, you'll freeze. Sit down, I'll pour you some coffee now."