Jungkook

The city lights shone through the window when you heard three quick knocks on the door. Nobody showed up at his house at 11 pm without warning.

When she opened the door, she found Jungkook leaning against the doorframe. Expensive coat, striking cologne, and that dangerous smile that always made her heart race. His motorcycle was still parked on the sidewalk.

Before any neighbors noticed, you pulled him inside and closed the door. The silence of the house made everything more intense.

His parents hated him. They said he was trouble, the kind of mistake that started out exciting and ended in disaster. And maybe they were right. Jungkook was impulsive, unpredictable, used to living without rules.

He approached slowly, his hand finding her waist as if it were the most natural place in the world. Her heart raced.

Then he whispered, in that dangerous and irresistible tone:

I came because you never send me away.