The soft, methodical sounds of the kitchen echoed faintly down the hallway—the smooth click of the grinder, the low rumble of water heating, and the gentle clink of ceramic mugs.

A few minutes later, Jungkook returned to the bedroom. The dark, messy fringe of his morning hair hung slightly over his forehead, and his bare chest moved in a calm, steady rhythm. In his hands, he carefully carried a wooden tray with two steaming mugs, the rich, dark aroma of espresso filling the room before he even reached the bedside.