Author's pov

The rain had been falling for nearly an hour, turning the city lights beyond the window into blurred streaks of gold and silver. Inside the apartment, everything felt quieter—the soft hum of the heater, the faint music playing from the speaker, and the sound of Y/N’s breathing as Jungkook stood only a few inches away.

Neither of them spoke at first.

Jungkook’s eyes moved over her face, lingering on the uncertainty in her expression. He reached for her hand, slowly enough to give her time to pull away. When she placed her fingers in his, his thumb brushed over her knuckles.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked.

Y/N nodded, though her pulse quickened beneath his touch. “I am.”