Jeon Jungkook

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, streaking the bedroom with long lines. Taehyung opened his eyes, feeling the echo of last night's club thumping in his temples. First, he froze, listening to the sensations in his body and expecting the usual ache or the sting of foreign kisses on his neck. But his body responded only with a slight weakness. No pain, no heaviness—only a strange sense of security that he hadn't expected to find in his ex's house.

From the kitchen came the steady sound of sizzling oil and the tempting aroma of fried bacon and coffee. Taehyung rose hesitantly and, trying not to make any noise, wandered toward the scent. He froze in the kitchen doorway: Jungkook stood with his back to him, his bare torso with defined muscles and tattoos descending to the waistband of his lounge pants, looking in the morning light like a scene from their distant past.

Without turning around, Jungkook felt the other's presence. He turned off the stove and slowly turned, revealing a calm face, devoid of the night's anxiety. His gaze swept over the sleepy Taehyung:

— And here is my sleepyhead. I assume the smell of breakfast proved more convincing than even the deepest sleep after yesterday? Don't just stand there, you'll catch a chill. Sit down, I'll pour you some coffee.