The afternoon light poured through the sheer curtains, bathing the living room in a soft, golden hue. The apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the TV and the occasional sound of Y/N's scrolling. She sat cross-legged on the couch, her phone in hand, thumbing through posts absentmindedly.
Across the room, Jungkook sprawled on the other end of the couch, remote in hand, flipping channels with no real interest. The faint sounds of static and snippets of shows filled the air between them.
It's too peaceful, Y/N thought, her mind drifting as her eyes skimmed the screen. The warmth of the sun and the soft cushions lulled her into a rare state of calm—a calm that shattered the moment Jungkook shifted closer.
"Whatcha looking at?" His voice was low and teasing, right near her ear.
Y/N jumped, clutching her phone against her chest as if protecting state secrets. "Nothing! Mind your business, Jungkook."
His grin was instant, wolfish. "Oh, it's something," he countered, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned in further, his chin practically resting on her shoulder now. "Wait... Is that their profile again? You're really stalking them, huh?"
Heat rose to Y/N's cheeks, and she twisted away from him, her laughter slipping out despite her best effort to sound annoyed. "I am not! Get off me!"
"Sure, you're not," he drawled, dragging out the words as if to prove his disbelief. His arm braced against the armrest, steadying him as he loomed over her. "Lemme see. Come on. Just a quick peek."
"You're impossible," Y/N muttered, swatting at him with her free hand. But her attempts were half-hearted; his proximity sent a flutter through her chest. Why does he have to sit so close? Why does he always smell so stupidly good? She tried to ignore the way her pulse sped up.
Jungkook grinned wider, clearly noticing her flustered state. "Admit it. You're obsessed."
Y/N shoved him harder this time, catching him off guard. He toppled back onto the couch dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. "You're so violent," he whined, peeking at her through his fingers. "This is why I can't trust you."
"Oh, please," Y/N shot back, grabbing a pillow from beside her. She hurled it at him, hitting him square in the chest. "That's for being nosy."
Jungkook sat up, clutching the pillow like it had wounded him. "Oh, it's war now, huh?" Without another word, he snatched the same pillow and hurled it back at her, laughing as she squealed and ducked.
"Childish!" Y/N shrieked, grabbing another pillow and lobbing it at him with all her might. The cushion sailed through the air, narrowly missing his head.
Jungkook laughed, his eyes alight with playful energy. "Missed me!" He grabbed a second pillow, now dual-wielding as he advanced toward her. "You're done for."
Y/N scrambled backward, still laughing uncontrollably. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, I would." He lunged, hitting her lightly with one pillow while using the other to block her feeble counterattack. Feathers and laughter filled the room, both of them lost in the chaos of their impromptu battle.In a swift move, Jungkook caught her wrist mid-swing, grinning triumphantly. "Gotcha."
Y/N froze for a moment, her breath catching as their eyes met. His hand was warm against her skin, his hold firm but not rough. For a split second, the playful air between them shifted, growing heavier with an unspoken tension.
Why does he always do this? Make everything feel... more? she thought, swallowing hard.
But Jungkook, ever the instigator, broke the moment by smirking and whispering, "Truce?"
Y/N narrowed her eyes, yanking her wrist free. "Only if you admit defeat.""Never." He laughed, flopping back onto the couch and holding his hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine. You win... for now." His grin softened, and he tossed the pillow aside.
Y/N collapsed back into her spot, her heart still racing. She couldn't help but smile, the remnants of their laughter lingering in the air. Living with him is exhausting, she thought, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. But somehow... it's also the best thing.
As they finally settled back onto the couch, the earlier chaos of their playful pillow fight faded into a comfortable quiet. Y/N tucked her legs beneath her and leaned back, only for her eyes to land on an all-too-familiar sight—Jungkook's oversized hoodie draped lazily across the coffee table. She let out a frustrated sigh, sitting up straighter.
"Seriously, Jungkook," she said, pointing to the offending item. "Why is your hoodie always on the coffee table? You have a whole room for this stuff."
Jungkook, sprawled out on the other end of the couch with his head resting against the armrest, glanced at her and then at the hoodie. His lips curved into a lazy grin. "And yet, here it is. Looks good there, doesn't it? Adds to the vibe."
Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms. "The vibe of what? A dumpster?"
"Hey, don't insult my aesthetic choices," he teased, sitting up slightly. His grin widened, and he shrugged. "Anyway, you're one to talk."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she challenged, narrowing her eyes. Jungkook leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "Says the person who leaves her mugs in the bathroom. Explain that one, Y/N."
Her mouth opened, then shut again as she searched for a defence. "I— That was one time," she stammered, avoiding his gaze.
"One time?" he repeated, his voice dripping with mock disbelief. "Last week, there was one by the sink. The week before that? I found one on the floor by the shower."
"Okay, that's called multitasking," she said, lifting her chin defiantly. "That's called weird," Jungkook retorted, laughing.
"Oh, please," Y/N shot back, waving her hand dismissively. "This coming from the guy who thinks the floor is an acceptable storage space for his gym bag."
"And yet, I've never left it in the bathroom," he countered, his grin never wavering.
The bickering escalated, each of them bringing up minor annoyances with exaggerated indignation.
"You never rinse the dishes!" Y/N accused, pointing at him.
"Because it's *your* turn," Jungkook retorted with a smirk.
"It was my turn last time!"
"Oh, really? Should we pull up the chore chart?"
"We don't even have a chore chart!"
"Exactly my point," Jungkook said with a triumphant laugh, leaning back against the couch as if he'd won the argument.
Despite her mock annoyance, Y/N couldn't help but smile. This was their rhythm—lighthearted, chaotic, and oddly comforting. But just as she was about to volley back another jab, Jungkook suddenly leaned forward again.
This time, his expression softened, his grin turning into something more playful, more mischievous. He rested his arm along the back of the couch, closing the distance between them with a deliberate slowness.
"Admit it," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low whisper. His eyes locked with hers, the teasing edge in his tone making her breath catch. "You'd miss me if I wasn't here to annoy you."
Y/N froze for a split second, caught completely off guard by the shift in his tone—and his proximity. The teasing lilt in his voice carried an almost intimate weight, one that sent a flutter through her chest. What is he doing? Her heart raced, and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.
But she quickly recovered, masking her reaction with a roll of her eyes. "Please," she said, her voice steady though her pulse betrayed her. "I'd finally get some peace and quiet."
Jungkook chuckled, his lips curving into a sly smile as he leaned back, clearly satisfied with her flustered state. "Sure you would," he said, his tone light but with an unmistakable hint of amusement.
Y/N turned her attention back to her phone, pretending to scroll as if nothing had happened. But her thoughts betrayed her as her gaze flicked to Jungkook out of the corner of her eye.
*Why does he have to do stuff like that?* she wondered, her chest still tight. She shook her head slightly, willing her heart to slow down.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stretched lazily, letting out a satisfied sigh. "You're lucky to have me, you know," he added casually as if the moment hadn't just shifted the entire energy in the room.
Y/N scoffed, finally regaining her composure. "Lucky? You're the one living rent-free in my space."
"Oh, so it's your space now?" he said with a smirk, leaning back into the couch with an infuriatingly smug expression.
"Damn right it is," she shot back, throwing a pillow at him for good measure.
He caught it with ease, laughing as he tossed it back. The tension melted into their usual dynamic again, but the flutter in Y/N's chest lingered longer than she'd care to admit.
The quiet hum of the apartment hung in the air as Y/N and Jungkook resumed their places on the couch. But something felt different. Y/N's gaze flickered briefly to Jungkook before darting back to her phone, her thumb idly scrolling without really processing anything.
Why does it feel so different when he teases me lately? she thought, her chest tightening with the question. His words had always been playful, but now there was a deliberate edge to them, something almost... personal. Am I imagining it?
Meanwhile, Jungkook stretched lazily, his arm resting along the back of the couch. He noticed how Y/N kept her gaze fixed downward, the faint pink dusting her cheeks unmistakable. A flicker of satisfaction curled in his chest, warm and oddly addictive. She's flustered, he realized, biting back a grin. I like this.
To ease the tension—or maybe just to make things more interesting—Jungkook stood suddenly, clapping his hands together. "Alright," he declared. "Time to clean up. Consider it my apology for 'ruining your aesthetic' or whatever."
Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Oh, so now you care about cleaning?"
"Hey, I'm a man of many layers," he shot back, heading toward the coffee table.
He grabbed his hoodie, dramatically tossing it over his shoulder. Then, as if on cue, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his playlist before landing on a song with an upbeat rhythm. The music filled the room, and without missing a beat, Jungkook started singing along.
Y/N laughed as she folded the blanket draped over the couch. "You sound like you're auditioning for a boy band."
Jungkook spun around, pointing at her with a mock-serious expression. "Don't act like you're not impressed."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop smiling. "Sure, superstar. Keep dreaming."
He grabbed a broom from the corner, holding it like a microphone stand. "I'll have you know," he began, his tone dripping with faux arrogance, "I'm amazing at multitasking." With that, he launched into a dramatic performance, belting out the lyrics while pretending to sweep the floor.
Y/N doubled over, laughing so hard she dropped the pile of clothes she'd been folding. "Oh my god, stop! You're going to make me cry!"
Jungkook smirked. "You think this is funny? Just wait." He twirled around, using the broom as a dance partner before abruptly turning it back into a mic. "You're next, Y/N. Let's see what you've got!"
She shook her head, backing away with her hands up. "Nope, not happening."
"Too late!" He advanced on her, his infectious energy impossible to resist. Grinning despite herself, Y/N finally gave in, grabbing the remote as her makeshift microphone.
The two of them twirled and sang around the apartment, their voices off-key but full of joy. Y/N hadn't laughed this hard in weeks, the weight of everything melting away in the warmth of Jungkook's ridiculous antics. When the song ended, they collapsed onto the couch, breathless and still laughing. Y/N's cheeks ached from smiling, and she pressed her palms against them, trying to catch her breath.
Jungkook threw his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against her shoulder. The laughter settled into a quiet, comfortable silence, the kind that felt rare and precious.
He glanced at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. She was still catching her breath, her hair slightly messy, her eyes sparkling from laughter. There was something so easy about being with her, something that made him feel like this wasn't just a shared apartment—it was home. Y/N felt his gaze on her and turned her head slightly, her own smile softening. "What?"
"Nothing," Jungkook said, his voice quieter now. "Just... I forget how funny you are when you're actually having fun."
She rolled her eyes, but her heart fluttered at his tone. "Don't get used to it."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Too late."
The warmth lingered between them as the music played softly in the background.
Eventually, Y/N stood, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, I think I've done enough damage for one day. I'm heading to the room."
As she moved toward the hallway, Jungkook called after her, his voice teasing. "Don't forget to stalk your crush's profile again before bed!"
Y/N turned, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hurling it at him with perfect aim. "Shut up!"
He laughed, catching the pillow with ease as she disappeared into her room, her laughter echoing down the hall.
Jungkook leaned back, hugging the pillow to his chest, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. This is going to get interesting.