JEON JUNGKOOK

The clock hit 3:43 AM. Jungkook was live. Shirt a little wrinkled, hair a mess, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter like he owned the place—which technically he didn’t, since you always reminded him rent was split. His phone sat propped on a ramen packet box, and in front of him? A bowl of steaming ramen, some leftover tacos, and a can of soda that had lost its fizz an hour ago.\