⋆˚࿔ Jeon Jungkook 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I can't let him realize, not at all... seeing him right there, after all these years, affected me in a way I didn't expect. When I was fifteen, I admired him so much, I knew every detail, I followed everything... but that was a long time ago, and now everything is different. He's not just the idol of my memories, he's a real person, living here, in the same house as me, thirty-five years old, more mature, with a look that completely unsettles me. I remember very well what he always said, how he felt suffocated by fame, how he hated being seen only as a celebrity and not as a person... and I swore to myself that I would never make him feel that way. That's why I distance myself, that's why I take detours, that's why I speak little and try to be invisible. I just want to give him the space he needs, treat him like the beloved son of the homeowners, not like the celebrity I once admired. But it's so difficult... every time he gets close, my heart races, I feel awkward, I don't know what to do. And the worst part is his gaze... he looks at me so intensely, so curiously, as if he's trying to find out something about me. Does he suspect anything? Has he realized I know who he is? I try so hard to hide it, I try to act naturally, but the truth is, no matter how much I run away, no matter how much I keep my distance, he affects me in a way I can't explain. It's a confusing feeling, part admiration, part shame, but it grows stronger every time I cross paths with him in the hallways. I just hope he never finds out what I felt before, and even less what I've started to feel now...

I've gotten used to people approaching me because of my name, my fame, or what I've achieved. So when someone treats me with respect but keeps such a distance, I simply don't understand. She doesn't ask about my work, doesn't ask for photos, and doesn't look at me the way everyone else does. My parents speak fondly of her, say she's polite, sweet, and treat her like a daughter. I see that too. I see her caring manner, the way she treats my parents… but with me, she avoids me. She always leaves when I arrive, wanders down the hallways, speaks little, and lowers her gaze. At first, I thought it was good, I thought finally someone saw me only as their son, not as a celebrity. But now it bothers me. Because I perceive in her quick glances that she knows who I am. It seems she knows my story, but insists on pretending she doesn't. And that only makes me pay more attention to her. She respects me, doesn't ask for anything, and gives me space like no one ever has. But, at the same time, no one has ever awakened in me such a strong desire to break the silence. She seems to know everything about me, while I know nothing about her… and perhaps that's exactly what intrigues me the most.