LOVE IN THE BUSINESS

Seoulbound: laughter, memories and farewells

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Namjoon quietly entered Jungkook's room, the soft click of the door barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes red and swollen from crying. The weight of his emotions hung in the air, thick and heavy.

Namjoon approached slowly, his voice gentle but firm as he spoke. "Hey, it's okay, Jungkook. You don’t have to carry everything on your own. We’re all here for you, no matter what."

Jungkook looked up, his eyes glassy but softened by Namjoon’s presence. He’d always found comfort in Namjoon’s leadership, the way he seemed to know exactly what to say without prying too deeply. It was what Jungkook needed—no pressure, just understanding.

Namjoon sat beside him, offering silent support before continuing, "You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay to let go, even if just for tonight. You don’t have to be strong all the time."

Jungkook’s tense posture eased as Namjoon’s words sank in. He nodded slightly, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just a bit. Namjoon’s calm presence washed over him like a balm, soothing the ache in his heart.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Jungkook felt a sense of peace. He glanced up at Namjoon, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small, but genuine smile. "Thank you, hyung."

Namjoon gave him a reassuring smile in return, watching as Jungkook slowly drifted off to sleep, the hint of a smile still lingering on his face. It was a smile that Namjoon hadn’t seen in far too long, and it made him hopeful.

Satisfied that Jungkook had found at least a small moment of solace, Namjoon quietly slipped out of the room, his heart lighter knowing that, even in this tough moment, Jungkook had managed to find a little peace.

The next morning, the villa was quiet, save for the soft clinking of utensils in the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, and there stood Jungkook, fully awake and preparing breakfast. His movements were smooth and practiced, flipping pancakes and stirring eggs with a calm focus.

For the first time in a while, there was a slight smile playing on his lips. It wasn’t forced or heavy, but light, like a quiet acknowledgment of the peaceful morning after an emotionally draining night. As he worked, the aroma of fresh food filled the air, slowly making its way through the villa.

While everyone else was still curled up in bed, sleeping off the exhaustion from the previous day, Jungkook found solace in the quiet of the early hours. He wasn’t one to dwell on last night, at least not now. Instead, he busied himself with the simple task of making breakfast for his friends—his chosen family. It felt good to do something for them, even if they didn’t know yet how much he appreciated their support.

The soft sounds of sizzling eggs and crackling bacon broke the silence, blending with the soft hum of a tune Jungkook quietly sang to himself. His heart, though still heavy with lingering pain, felt just a little lighter this morning. He wasn’t fully healed, but moments like this—cooking, enjoying the simple quiet—gave him a sense of grounding.

Soon, the smell of food would wake them all up, but for now, it was just him, his music, and the soft sound of the stove as the day slowly began to unfold.

Jin was the first to emerge from his room, rubbing his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen. The scent of freshly made breakfast hit him immediately, and his gaze landed on Jungkook, who was standing at the stove, focused yet relaxed. Jin’s initial instinct was to ask how Jungkook was feeling after the intense night they’d all shared, but he hesitated, watching the younger man in silence for a moment.