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"Slept well?" Jungkook's voice broke the silence as he gently pushed the door open, stepping into the softly lit room. The morning sun spilled through the curtains in golden slants, illuminating the quiet space with a warm, dreamy haze. His gaze landed on YN, still cocooned in blankets, her hair tousled, lashes fluttering as she stirred at the sound of his voice.
She blinked the sleep away, eyes slowly adjusting to the light. A soft, almost shy smile touched her lips. "Much better, actually," she replied, her voice still tinged with sleep. She stretched slightly, letting the blanket slide off her shoulder, and for a moment, all the heaviness she'd been carrying—the late-night tears, the ache of being second to someone else—felt distant, as if it had never belonged to her.
Being here, in Jungkook's house, surrounded by the quiet warmth of a family home, gave her the comfort she hadn't known she needed. It was strange how easily peace came in this unfamiliar place. It felt safe. Safer than anywhere else.
Jungkook's lips twitched into a half-smile as he looked around the room, then pointed toward a small stack of neatly folded clothes resting on a nearby chair. "You can freshen up. These are my mom's clothes," he said, his tone light, almost sheepish. "I really don't know if they'll fit you or if you'd even want to wear them. They're kinda... old-fashioned."
A quiet chuckle escaped him, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly unsure if offering vintage floral blouses and soft knitted cardigans was the right move. But there was something endearing about his awkwardness—like he genuinely cared but didn't know how to show it.
"No problem for me," YN said, her voice firm but warm. She stood from the bed and padded across the wooden floor in her socks. "I'll wear them for now." Her tone was casual, but her heart fluttered just from the gesture—him thinking enough of her to bring something, anything, to make her feel comfortable.
Jungkook nodded and turned to leave, already reaching for the doorknob. But she called his name before he could step out. He paused, turning to look at her again, eyebrows raised in question.
"Thank you," she said softly. Just two words, but they were weighted with everything she couldn't say. Thank you for letting me in. For making space for me. For making me feel okay.
Jungkook opened his mouth, clearly caught off guard. He hesitated, then gave her a lopsided grin. "Breakfast's on you," he said, shrugging slightly like he wasn't used to these kinds of moments—so he masked it with humor.
YN laughed, shaking her head. "Hell yeah," she replied playfully, and with that, she skipped toward the bathroom.
Riding to university with Jungkook wasn't part of her usual routine—but nothing about this morning felt usual. It was dreamlike, in the best way. After getting dressed in Jungkook's mom's clothes—soft cotton and pale colors, a bit oversized but strangely comforting—she made her way downstairs.
