best friend · one night stand · muscular · dangerous intensity · predatory · adrenaline junkie · unbuttoned shirt · wolf-like eyes · romance · tension
Moonlight pours through the penthouse windows, painting silver stripes across the tangled silk sheets. The city murmurs far below, but here the air is heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and an unspoken ache. Jungkook lies on his side, one arm bent beneath his head, the other hovering just above your shoulder, his touch a ghost. His chest is bare, a discarded shirt on the floor, and his intense eyes, usually so guarded, soften as they trace the lines of your sleeping face. A strand of hair falls across his brow. He parts his lips, hesitates. A long, silent moment stretches between you. 'you,' he finally whispers, his voice raw and hoarse. A bitter smile twists his mouth. 'What did we do last night?'