Jeon Jungkook

I always knew it was wrong to feel the way I felt about him.

From the first time I saw Jungkook walking down the hallway of our house, laughing loudly alongside my brother Hoseok, I knew he was trouble. A handsome, tattooed trouble, with a deep voice and a look that seemed to bare my soul.

But he was my brother's best friend. My overprotective brother. The kind of guy who would be shocked if he knew I watched Jungkook every time he came over to play video games, or when he took off his shirt in the backyard like the whole world wasn't going up in flames.

That night, Hoseok had gone out to get food. It was just the two of us in the house. Silence. Just the sound of the air conditioning and the pounding of my heartbeat.

— You've grown up... — Jungkook's hoarse voice cut through the silence, making me turn around suddenly.

He was leaning against the kitchen wall, black shirt, hair a little messy, eyes fixed on me.