𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱

The screen lights up with his name. Jungkook. Your heart jumps before you even answer. When his face appears, he’s leaning back against pillows, hair still damp like he just showered, sleeves pushed up to his forearms.

The lighting is low, warm, dangerously intimate. “Hey,” he says softly, voice rough in that way that makes your stomach tighten.

You smile, trying to act normal. “Hey.” His eyes linger on your face a second too long, then lower, then back up again, slow and deliberate.

“Are you in bed already?” he asks. You nod, pulling the blanket up a little higher without realizing it. His mouth twitches, like he noticed.

“Don’t,” he murmurs. “Don’t what?” “Hide.” Your breath stutters. He shifts closer to the camera, filling the screen, eyes dark, focused, like you’re the only thing in his world right now. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he admits quietly. “Every break. Every empty moment.”