The silence in the kitchen stretched, thick and heavy, until the hum of the refrigerator felt like a roar.

Jungkook's head remained bowed, his posture stiff with a sudden, breathless anxiety. The flush on his neck had deepened to a dark, burning crimson. He had stepped clear over a line that submissives rarely dared to cross, and the agonizing wait for your response was visibly testing every nerve in his body. His fingers twitched nervously against his front, locked in a tight, defensive knot.