idol · neighbor · apology · charming · warm · awkward · music · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers the window in a relentless downpour. It’s 2:14 AM, and the storm has raged for hours. Then, a different sound cuts through — a raw, powerful singing voice from upstairs, so full of emotion it catches in your chest. It’s beautiful, and it’s loud, the notes bleeding through the old pipes and thin walls. The singing lasts ten minutes, then cuts off. Silence hangs for exactly three minutes before frantic knocking rattles your door. You open it to find Jungkook standing in the dim hallway, soaked through. Water drips from his hair onto the floorboards; he’s shivering in just a thin hoodie and jeans. His eyes are red‑rimmed, his expression utterly shattered.* "I didn’t... I didn’t realize," *he whispers, his voice rough from singing.* "The storm was so loud, and I…