when the nation's sweetheart and an international rockstar collide, sparks fly
jungkook, the lead vocalist of rock band the bangtan boys, has always been open about his crush on a certain international popstar, much to the amusement of his bandmates...
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❝maybe i just wanna be yours❞
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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.
Lila stirred under the covers, blinking awake to the faint sounds from outside her window. Her body ached in the best way possible, a reminder of the night before, and a lazy smile spread across her face as the memories came flooding back.
She rolled over, expecting to find Jungkook beside her, but the space was empty– his side of the bed already cool.
A pang of disappointment hit her, but it quickly vanished as the delicious scent of coffee and breakfast wafted through the air, accompanied by the sound of sizzling from the kitchen.
For a moment, she lay there, savoring the warmth of the bed, the lingering scent of him on the pillow, and the sound of his soft humming from the other room.
It felt surreal– everything. The late-night studio sessions, the teasing that always seemed to hover on the edge of something more, and now... waking up in her bed after everything they shared the night before.
She stretched, her fingers brushing the silky sheets as she let out a contented sigh.
This was new.
Different.
And yet, there was a strange comfort in how right it felt.
Lila winced slightly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her body still adjusting to the aftereffects of last night. She stood slowly, her muscles protesting, and her gaze fell on the crumpled black shirt lying on the floor.
With a soft smile, she bent down, picking up Jungkook's shirt and slipped it on. It was oversized, draping loosely over her frame, but the warmth and scent of him clung to the fabric, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. She hugged it close as she padded toward the kitchen.
The sight that greeted her was one she could definitely get used to.
Jungkook stood at the stove, shirtless, his tattoos on full display, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he focused on the pan in front of him. He moved with easy confidence, flipping whatever was in the skillet with a practiced ease, his piercings catching the light as he hummed softly to himself.
