After a long night, Jungkook's head pounded as he slowly woke up, sitting up on the bed slowly, his muscles clenching. The faint light of dawn creeped through his bedroom blinds.The familiar weight of her body lay curled beside him, the scent, her head nestled into the pillow, her hair spread across it like ocean waves. He didn't need to look; he knew every detail of her face by heart.The soft rise and fall of her chest, the slight curve of her lips as she slept gripping the fluffy blanket around her chest—every detail pulled him back into memories he'd thought were safely buried.

He slipped out of the bed, his bare feet padding against the cool floor. He grabbed his grey sweatpants, sliding them on, his shirtless figure catching the chill of the early morning air as he opened the balcony door and stepped outside.The cold air bit at his skin, but he welcomed it, needing something to cut through the haze in his mind. He took a cigarette from the pack on the small table and lit it, the glow of the lighter flickering against his tired face.With each drag, he tried to shake off the remnants of the night, yet he couldn't deny the rush he felt, even now, even after all they'd been through.

Their relationship had become a twisted routine—breaking up, finding their way back to each other in moments of weakness, leaving him feeling trapped in a cycle. He told himself each time that it would be the last, but here he was again, the familiar ache in his chest returning at the thought of her lying just a few feet away.Every weekend, every difficult night, they somehow found each other again—drawing them together despite the broken promises, anger, and toxicity that had ultimately torn them apart.