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--Y/n's perspective--

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a soft golden hue over the room.

I blinked against the brightness, my eyes slowly adjusting.

For a moment, I wasn’t quite sure where I was, but then the warmth of Jungkook’s body next to mine brought everything back.

His arm was draped over my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

I felt a flutter in my chest as I realized how peaceful he looked, his usually sharp features softened by sleep.

I stayed still, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment, but the smile tugging at my lips gave me away.

How did we end up like this? I hadn’t expected to wake up next to him, not after everything, but here we were.

Carefully, I shifted to look at him more closely, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on the arm wrapped around me.

Jungkook stirred slightly, tightening his grip as if sensing I might try to slip away.

“Mm... don’t move,” he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

I let out a small laugh. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just gazed at me, his lips quirking up into a sleepy grin.

“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice thick with affection.

“Good morning,” I whispered back, feeling a warmth spread through me.

There was something intimate about mornings like this, the world quiet and still, just the two of us in our little bubble.

Jungkook shifted, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at me.

His hair was a mess, falling into his eyes in a way that made him look even more endearing.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I thought for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I feel… good. Better than I have in a long time.”

He smiled at that, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m glad.”

I reached up, brushing my fingers through his messy hair.

“Your hair’s a disaster,” I teased, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled up.

He chuckled, sitting up slightly as he ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it.

“Is it that bad?”

I nodded, biting my lip to suppress another laugh. “It’s cute though,” I added.

Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully before flopping back onto the bed, pulling me down with him.

“You think everything I do is cute.”

“That’s not true!” I protested, though the grin on my face gave me away.

“Oh, really?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

“Name one thing I do that isn’t cute.”

I paused, pretending to think hard. “Hmm… when you’re upset, you look like a grumpy cat.”

He gasped, his hand flying to his chest in mock offense.

“A grumpy cat? That’s harsh, Y/n.”

I laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “You asked!”