The morning sun filters through the thin curtains as Jungkook stirs in his sleep, a faint groan escaping his lips. Just as he turns to bury his face in the pillow, something wet and cold lands on his cheek.

"Yah! Jeon Jungkook!" you shout, arms crossed as you tower over his bed. "How is this guy getting married when he doesn't even know how to wash his own boxers?" You wrinkle your nose at the offending piece of fabric.