The door clicked shut behind him, the heavy oak locking out the quiet corridors of the room with a dull, final thud.

Jungkook didn't move immediately. His hand stayed fixed to the handle, the cool brass slowly absorbing the heat of his palm. For three full seconds, he simply stood there, stationary at the threshold of a room that smelled overwhelmingly of her and resonated with the distant, low hum of Florentine traffic.