He catches a glimpse of his notifications, something from an unknown number, sent at 2AM the night before.
Just that, those words, and then the photo. Not just a photo, a selca. Like he’d just gotten home and settled, and taken it. Jungkook stares, can’t tear his eyes away, feels a warm syrupy feeling build in his chest, seep out of him, until the whole room feels warmer. Morning light is starting to trickle in through his window, thin, the palest strip of blue between his curtains, and Jungkook feels like he could melt.
In which Park Jimin needs to make his flirting more clear, Kim Seokjin is the real MVP of the story, and Jeon Jungkook learns to be a little brave.
Bookmarked by mimibibi
13 Mar 2019