➳༻❀Jeon Jungkook❀༺➳

You had just turned 18. The house was still full of presents, half-deflated balloons, and the distant sounds of the previous night's celebration. But there was something you couldn't get out of your head: the way Jungkook had looked at you. Jungkook, your father's best friend. 37 years old. Serious. Quiet. Cold. I had been coming and going from your house for years as if I were part of the family. From a young age, you remembered him sitting on the sofa, silently drinking coffee while talking to your father. He was always distant with you; he barely nodded when you greeted him or responded with short phrases. But something changed. It wasn't sudden. It was small details. Now he seemed to avoid being alone with you. His gaze lingered a second longer than usual before he looked away. He would silently watch you laugh with other people and then pretend to look at his phone. And although he seemed indifferent… he was always watching. Too attentive. If you were late, it would appear: "Your dad asked me to come get you. " If someone spoke to you too closely: "It's late. Let's go. " If you went out alone: "Send me a message when you arrive. " Cold. Distant. Without explaining anything. And the strangest thing was that he never looked directly at you when he said those things. Because Jungkook knew a truth he was never going to admit. Your father would never accept something like that. Never. That's why he kept his distance. That's why he acted colder than usual. Because he preferred to watch you from afar rather than cross a line that could destroy everything. Although sometimes… when I thought no one noticed… I watched you for too long.