Road to busan.

Y/N's POV

The evening had passed in a haze of laughter, delicious food, and good conversation. Jungkook's family welcomed me like I was a long-lost friend, and the warmth of their hospitality filled me with a strange sense of belonging. Jungkook, always the life of the party, was effortlessly charming, his jokes lightening the mood and making everyone around him feel at ease. But even in those moments of joviality, there was a quiet undertone between us—like an unspoken connection we both knew was there but didn't quite understand yet.

Later, after the dinner had finished and the family had settled into their respective corners of the house, Jungkook led me upstairs.

"You'll be more comfortable in my room," he said casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I wasn't sure why I agreed, but something about his relaxed demeanor made me feel at ease. It was just one of those moments when you trust someone without questioning why.

The room was cozy, not too big but just enough to make it feel intimate. A simple bed, a few shelves with books and random trinkets, and a desk cluttered with music gear. It felt personal—like it was more of a space for someone who spent time thinking, creating, and... being.

"I'll leave you to it," Jungkook said, giving me a grin before heading back toward the door. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything."

I nodded and gave him a smile in return. "Thanks, Jungkook."

Once the door shut behind him, I took in the room around me. The quietness of it all made me realize just how exhausting the day had been. The freedom of the open road, the excitement of new experiences... everything had been a whirlwind, and I felt like I could finally let the weight of it all sink in.

I changed into something comfortable and crawled into bed, the soft sheets cool against my skin. My eyes fluttered shut before I could even pull the covers up properly. The exhaustion hit me like a wave, and I didn't fight it.

Morning came much too soon.

I woke up slowly, the first thing I noticed was the warmth of the bed—almost too warm. I turned, half expecting to find a pillow or blanket hugging me. But instead, I found Jungkook's arm casually draped around my waist, his hand resting lightly on my hip.

My heart skipped a beat.

I froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. His face was tucked into the crook of my neck, his breath soft and steady. He was still asleep, unaware of the situation.

I blinked, my mind a bit foggy from sleep, trying to piece together how we'd ended up like this. We had just been friends, hadn't we? I didn't remember anything particularly strange happening last night. Had I rolled over in my sleep? Or was it just one of those natural moments where he, being so tall, ended up shifting in his sleep closer to me?

I brushed the thought aside. It didn't feel wrong. It didn't feel uncomfortable either. In fact, it felt... oddly peaceful.

But it was morning now, and I had things to do. Gently, I shifted, trying to slide away without disturbing him. My movements were slow and careful, not wanting to break the calm of the moment.

Jungkook stirred a little but didn't wake up, and I took that as my cue to gently slide out of bed. His arm loosened around my waist, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood up, trying not to make a sound.

The soft light from the window illuminated the room as I tiptoed toward the door. But before I left, I glanced back at him, his body still curled up in the bed, his face peaceful in sleep.

It was a quiet, domestic scene. Almost like something out of a dream.

I let out a quiet breath, shaking the feeling from my mind as I stepped out of the room.

Jungkook's POV

I woke up slowly, the scent of something sweet in the air. It was soft, almost like a dream. But as I opened my eyes, I realized the warmth I had felt throughout the night wasn't just a blanket—it was Y/N.

She was no longer in the bed. I groggily turned my head to find the sheets disheveled where she had been, the space next to me empty. The moment of confusion passed, and I blinked, trying to piece together the night.

I must've fallen asleep with my arm around her, I thought, as I remembered the last part of the evening. She had been comfortable here. There was no reason for her to feel awkward, right?

I sat up slowly, glancing over to the chair by the window where I'd left my jacket. The room felt calm, quiet. I didn't know what I'd expected—maybe to wake up and feel some sense of distance, but instead, there was just a gentle feeling of familiarity, of easy connection.

I couldn't help but smile softly to myself. Y/N had this way about her. So easy to be around. So easy to talk to. It was no wonder I felt like I had known her for ages, even though it had been a short time.

I stretched, then grabbed my phone from the nightstand. No messages. I wasn't surprised. I wasn't the type to check my phone first thing, but I couldn't resist seeing if Y/N had left.

I headed out of the room, heading to the kitchen. I figured I'd make some coffee—she'd probably want some too when she came back downstairs.