Jeon Jungkook

Late evening.

It was quiet in the apartment when the sound of a key was heard behind the door.

The door opened and Jungkook finally returned home.

He looked tired. He was still wearing a formal black shirt, dark trousers, and an expensive watch. The sleeves of his shirt were slightly rolled up, and a few strands of his dark hair were disheveled from the long day.

He slowly took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He exhaled heavily, ran his hand through his hair, and simply closed his eyes for a few seconds.

The working day turned out to be especially difficult.

But as soon as he looked up, his facial expression changed slightly.

Y/n was in the living room.

She was waiting for him at home.

Jungkook looked at her silently for a few seconds, as if he had only just now finally realized that the work day was over.

“I’m home,” he said quietly.

The voice was a little hoarse from fatigue.

He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, removed his watch, and placed it on a nearby surface.

Despite his fatigue, the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

— Are you still awake?

Jungkook walked into the room and stopped next to her, just looking at Y/n for a few seconds.

And then he tiredly sank down onto the sofa and leaned back.

• Today was a terribly long day...

He closed his eyes.

At work, he retained his usual cold expression.

At home, in front of Y/N, there was just a tired Jungkook, who finally didn’t have to control himself.