It was late at night when Jungkook stepped out of the guest room's bathroom, a towel hanging loosely around his shoulders while droplets of water still clung to the dark strands falling over his forehead. The faint scent of soap followed him into the dimly lit room as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

Across the bed, Yoongi was stretched out comfortably, scrolling through his phone like he hadn't crossed countries in panic for this man barely twenty-four hours ago.