Jungkook stood outside your door for a long moment before finally knocking. When you opened it, he was holding two bags of takeout, the smell of tteokbokki and fried rice filling the air. “I brought food,” he said, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips.
You hesitated for a second before stepping aside, letting him in. It had been weeks since he started lingering around more, babysitting, bringing over food, making excuses to see you. You knew something was off—something was on his mind. And tonight, it seemed, he was ready to spill it.
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