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♡Little things that matters♡

The quiet hum of the television echoed softly through the dimly lit living room. Yn had finished her dinner hours ago, placing his plate neatly on the table, thinking maybe he'd come home hungry. She had tried to wait for him-she really did.

To keep herself awake, she turned on the TV, the volume low. It wasn't that she cared about the show playing, the flickering light from the screen was her only companion. She kept her eyes open at first, hoping every sound was the front door. But exhaustion had other plans. Somewhere between one blink and the next, sleep claimed her.

The front door clicked open sometime past midnight. Jungkook stepped inside, his body aching, his mind buzzing from work. As he slipped off his coat, His suit clung to him like the day's burdens, and yet, the moment he entered, his eyes scanned the room- immediately searching for her.

Like always.

His gaze landed on the table. The plate was waiting, placed with quiet care. He let out a soft breath through his nose, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

Then he saw her.

Curled up on the couch, fast asleep. The remote barely hanging from her fingers, hair falling across her face, one hand tucked under her cheek, lips slightly parted in sleep.

He stilled.

He didn't move right away.

From a distance, he watched her.

Like a kid in a zoo, staring through the glass at a rare, breathtaking creature-he wanted to go closer. But something held him back.

There was something about the rhythm of her breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, that settled something deep inside him. A peace he didn't know he needed. A quiet that dulled the relentless hum of his thoughts.

He leaned on the wall for a moment, eyes softening. But the longer he looked, the harder it became to resist. His restraint thinned until it snapped.

He moved closer, quietly, like a breeze. Kneeling beside the couch, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering for just a moment too long. She looked fragile... and yet, unknowingly, she carried the strength to tame him.

His arms itched to lift her, to carry her to bed, to make sure she slept in comfort. A silent desire stirred in him-something primal, protective. As if making her feel safe was a testament to his manhood.

But then came the thought-what if she wakes up?
What if she finds it uncomfortable... him carrying her like that, without her concern?
He couldn't bear the idea of her feeling awkward.

With a quiet sigh, he stood up and walked to the hallway closet. He retrieved a soft duvet and returned, carefully draping it over her body. For a few lingering seconds, he just stood there, looking at her.

It wasn't often he allowed himself peace. But watching her sleep, safe, wrapped in warmth-that felt like peace.

Then, with a full heart and tired eyes, he turned and headed to his room.

He changed into a simple white shirt and grey sweatpants, the fabric loose against his skin.

He sat at his desk, opened his laptop, and resumed his work. Even now, even exhausted, his fingers moved on instinct-this machine was like his second skin. Rest was a luxury he rarely allowed himself from past few days.

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Moments Later...

Y/N shifted on the couch, the brush of fabric tickling her skin. Her eyes opened lazily, half-lidded from sleep. The TV was still on-but something was different. The warmth. The duvet.