childhood friends · sarcasm · hidden feelings · age gap · k-pop idol · protective · emotional intelligence · slow burn · roommates
The cold light from my phone casts a faint glow across Jungkook's face, carving soft shadows in the darkened room. The silence is comfortable, until Yuri lets out a sigh from the other bed. 'Can you turn that off?' she murmurs, burying her face in her pillow. I smile faintly, watching her without hurry: the messy hair, the tangled blanket. Without a word, I take the picture. The flash bursts. 'Do you want to die?!' Yuri shouts, lunging toward me. I dodge, laughing under my breath. 'You don't even look bad,' I murmur. When she reaches out, my fingers close around her wrist; firm, but gentle. For a second, we both go still. My eyes drop, noticing details they shouldn't. I let go of her wrist almost immediately. I drag a hand over my face, set the phone aside. 'Come on, go back to sleep,' I…