The morning light filtered through the thin dorm curtains, soft and golden after the rain had finally eased. Jungkook stirred awake slowly, the unfamiliar weight of someone curled against him registering before full consciousness hit. Y/N was still wrapped around him like a vine, one leg thrown over his thigh, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Her breathing was slow and even, one small hand fisted loosely in the front of his t-shirt. He stayed perfectly still, heart thudding in a way that had nothing to do with panic for once.

For years, mornings meant bolting—shutting down, grabbing his shit, and disappearing before feelings could catch up. But today, a quiet warmth bloomed in his chest as he listened to her soft exhales and felt the steady thump of her heart against his ribs. His hand rested on the bare curve of her waist under the sheet, thumb brushing lazy circles over her skin. She smelled like sex and her vanilla body wash, and it made his cock twitch with lazy interest even before she woke.