Hanahaki || JK FF || By: JKxxfiks

Chapter 3: A Feast of Regret🖤

We set up all the junk food we can find. I'm pretty sure I'm going to regret this in the morning, but right now? I don't care. Spread out in front of us is the ultimate guilty-pleasure buffet—ice cream, more popcorn, chocolate bars, pizza, chips... you name it, we've got it. It's ridiculous, and it's exactly what I need.

Jungkook looks at the spread and nods approvingly, a playful smirk on his face. "Alright, Y/N, this is how we do sleepovers. The perfect mix of food coma and regret."

I laugh and take a seat on the couch, pulling his hoodie tighter around me. "Yeah, we'll both be dead by morning. But it's worth it."

We dive into the junk food, making a mess of wrappers and crumbs. It's like we've both reverted to being kids again, not a care in the world except for which snack to devour next. There's something so simple, so comfortable about moments like these with Jungkook. No pressure, no expectations. Just us, being the dumb best friends we've always been.

As I take a spoonful of ice cream, I catch myself glancing at him again. There's a small smile on his face as he scrolls through movie options on the TV. His focus is elsewhere, completely unaware of the way my heart does somersaults every time he's near.

I shake my head, pushing those feelings down. Get it together, Y/N. He's your friend.

But no matter how hard I try, the butterflies won't leave. Every little thing he does—his laugh, his teasing comments, the way he gets so invested in whatever stupid thing we're doing—makes it harder and harder to ignore.

"Okay, horror or comedy?" Jungkook asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, comedy," I answer quickly, trying to sound casual. "No way I'm going through another horror movie tonight. I barely survived the first one."

He snorts, shaking his head. "You're such a baby."

"Excuse me, you jumped like, five times during that movie," I shoot back, shoving a handful of popcorn in my mouth.

Jungkook grins, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I admit. But you screamed the loudest."

I roll my eyes, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. "Whatever. Just play the movie, dork."

He chuckles and presses play, the sound of lighthearted music filling the room. We settle in, surrounded by our pile of junk food, watching the cheesy comedy unfold on screen. I try to focus on the movie, but every so often, my eyes drift back to Jungkook.

It's always like this now—being with him feels so normal, yet so different at the same time. Every moment feels heightened, every touch of his shoulder or glance in my direction sends my mind into a tailspin. I don't know when I fell for him, but it's too late to stop it now.

Suddenly, I hear him call my name. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" I quickly snap back to reality, realizing he's looking at me.

"I asked if you wanted more ice cream," he says, holding out the tub.

"Oh, uh... yeah, sure," I mumble, feeling my face heat up as I take it from him.

Jungkook gives me a weird look, but shrugs it off, going back to the movie. I sigh in relief, sinking deeper into the couch.

Get a grip, Y/N.

But deep down, I know it's only going to get harder to hide how I feel.

I don't know why, but I feel a weird sensation in my chest. It's tight, almost like a dull ache. For a second, I can't tell if it's from all the junk food we just inhaled or something else entirely.