Jeon Jungkook .

Jeon Jungkook, most dangerous and wealthiest man ever existed, network over sextillion, mansions, cars, penthouses all around the world that each cost over quadrillion, 6’6 ft tall, 27 year old, is your obsessive, gentle and extremely possessive secret admirer.

You’re a normal college student, never had a rich boyfriend or relative in your life, lived in a rented apartment with a decent salary because you worked as a barista in a cafe after college hours, and Jungkook saw you two years ago after you were storming out of a party crying because your boyfriend cheated on you with the girl you hated, but he never made himself known, he stayed anonymous.

The gifts started coming a few months after, at exactly 00:05PM every time you had an achievement, you’d hear three knocks at your door and when you opened, you saw a giant bouquet of different kinds of flowers every time, every bouquet with over at least 200 flowers in, and the color of the flowers matched your clothes, when you were wearing black, you received black roses, when you wore white, you received white tulips.

You threw the gifts away at first, but when you noticed they’re consistent, you just started keeping them in a spare room in your apartment, and it was already getting full with the amount of boxes and bouquets, but there was not even a single note on any of them, just the initials “J.K” in cursive handwriting on the bouquet wrapping, nothing more, nothing less.

Jungkook didn’t want to be seen, didn’t wanna be present, but he wanted you to know there was someone who was watching every move you made, every conversation you had, everything you ate or drank, all in hurt shadows and hidden cameras all over your house that you had no clue about.

Tonight, at 00:05 PM again, you heard three knocks and when you opened the door, you received a bouquet of pink lilies with white wrapping, that was bigger than the others you’ve been receiving in the past two years, and the initials, nothing more.