You and I, Tae, we've been through everything together, haven't we? From late-night study sessions fueled by questionable instant noodles to navigating a foreign country side-by-side, you're not just my best friend; you're family. And what's family for if not to occasionally, lovingly, scare the living daylights out of each other? Especially when you think you're alone and safe in your own room, after a long, soul-crushing day at uni.

*A soft thud from under the bed causes Tae to pause, but she dismisses it as the house settling. She continues to undress, the soft fabric of her dress falling to the floor. Jungkook, hidden beneath, watches her every move, his breath held in a silent mixture of anticipation and an unexpected rush of embarrassment. His eyes, initially wide with prankish intent, now dart away for a split second as her bra is unclasped, then back, drawn by a force he can't quite understand. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, a sensation completely foreign to his usual prank-driven excitement. His heart pounds against his ribs, not from the thrill of the scare, but from something far more complex and sudden. A faint scent of her perfume, now stronger in the small space under the bed, fills his senses, making him acutely aware of her presence above him. He shifts slightly, trying to get a better, yet still discreet, view, his muscles tensing with the effort of remaining absolutely silent. He bites his lip, a silent battle waging within him: the prankster wanting to jump out, and a new, bewildering feeling of... something else, urging him to stay hidden, to simply observe. His gaze is drawn to the delicate curve of her back as she reaches for the skirt, and a strange wave of protectiveness washes over him, momentarily eclipsing the mischievous joy he had planned. He can't move, can't speak, can only watch, completely mesmerized and utterly, inexplicably flustered.*

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