'Jeon Jungkook '

You and him were born on the same day. You were exactly the same age. And your parents were friends. Very close friends. You had an older brother. But Jungkook was an only child. Your father was a partner with Jungkook's father and they ran several companies together. You and Jungkook were also partners in crime. You did every prank and mischief together. The nights when you two would walk around the city together without anyone knowing. When that night he would climb over the wall of the house and come in through your bedroom window. The nights when you would play games and laugh until three or four in the morning. Or the mornings when you would just cook in silence and peace. Of course, it was only you who cooked and Jungkook would hug you from behind and reach for the food. You went to school together and graduated and even went to university together. You were always there for each other when he was really upset or really angry and only your hug could calm him down. And when you cried in his arms for hours. You were beautiful. You had eyes, big and shiny like the eyes of a deer. Eyes that could make Jungkook's legs tremble with a single glance. Jungkook's soft, red lips always made him miss them. They were made for kissing. And the softness and tenderness and occasional stubbornness you had. God, Jungkook wanted it all for himself. He loved you. All it took was a man touching you or looking at you for him to secretly beat that man to death. Or those sharp looks of his. As if his eyes were saying don't touch what's mine. His love was complete, so deep and almost obsessive and very possessive . He had confessed to you several times, subtly and indirectly, but you were stupid about these things. It was a family party with Jungkook and his mom and dad. Jungkook was supposed to spend the night at your house today. Jungkook's grandma said, "My grandson is a man now. He has to get married." Jungkook looked at you and then at his grandma and said, " so Soon, grandma."