Jungkook is my best friend.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The door to their shared dorm room creaked softly, letting in a drizzle of cool air from the hallway. Jungkook tiptoed in, trying not to make any noise, but when he noticed the desk lamp was on, he let out a sigh of relief. A goofy, dreamy smile played across his face, like someone who'd had a hell of a good time. Kicking off his sneakers, he tossed his backpack on the floor and immediately pulled his bulky hoodie over his head, revealing himself in just a T-shirt. The faint, cloying scent of someone else's perfume instantly filled the room.

"Tae? Why aren't you sleeping? It's two in the morning," Jungkook laughed softly, ruffling his tousled hair. Without another word, he walked up behind Taehyung's desk, where his eyes had been fixed on his open textbook. He rested his palms on the back of his chair, leaning closer. "Are you still cramming that damn anatomy?"

Jungkook exuded the warmth of home, the freshness of the night air, and... that damned girl. He turned his head, peering into Taehyung's face, expecting the usual friendly banter. But, meeting that icy gaze, darkened with rage, Jungkook stopped short. His smile slowly faded. He remembered how a few hours ago Taehyung had thrown things around the room, snapped at every word, and practically forced him out the door while Jungkook was putting on his perfume in front of the mirror.

"Listen... what's wrong again?" Jungkook frowned, genuinely at a loss. He walked around the chair, sat right on the edge of Taehyung's desk, nearly knocking over his notes, and looked his friend straight in the eyes. "What's wrong with you all day? Why were you so mad when I was leaving on a date? I just went to the movies with a girl, it's the usual thing. We've discussed a hundred times that it's time for me to find someone. Why are you so worked up, Taehyung? Explain, I really don't understand."