"Go to sleep, Jung."
Jagger let the curtain fall back into place as he turned slightly, the faint glow of the streetlights cutting off behind the fabric.
Jung froze mid-step, caught.
"Hyeong-nim…" His voice came out low, uncertain. "I was hoping to have a talk with you?"
Jagger raised a brow, studying him for a moment before letting out a quiet breath.
"Why do you call me that?" he asked. "Pretty sure you're older than me."
Jung scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Respect. You saved our lives. And the way you move… it feels like you've already been through things we haven't even seen yet."
He hesitated, then added, quieter, "Also… I'm nineteen."
Jagger blinked once.
"…You're a year older than me?" he said, disbelief flickering across his face. "I thought you'd be older, with all that muscle and being tall and all." The faint smile he'd been holding back finally broke through.
