inseparable︱𝐉𝐉𝐊

❥ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

꧁‿︵‿︵♥‿︵‿︵꧂

LJ - 18

Falling in love wasn't something I planned on doing, especially not like this. I guess nobody really plans for it, though. It just sort of happens. That's how it felt with Jungkook. One moment, he was just my stupid, annoying, overprotective older brother who wasn't really my brother, and the next... I couldn't get him out of my head.

It wasn't even gradual. It hit me all at once, and for some reason, I couldn't look at him the same way anymore. Before, there were times he touched me, just casually, like when he'd hand me something or brush past me, and it wouldn't mean anything. Then, those same innocent little touches felt different all of a sudden. My skin would tingle, and my heart would race.

At first, I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was just a phase, that it would stop it, that maybe I was just confusing things because we were so close. But the more I tried to push it away, the stronger it got. It got worse when I realized he was on the same page as me, feeling the same things I was. And before I knew it, I was completely wrapped up in him, in everything he did, everything he said.

After a long day of acting, we'd use any little chance we had to be alone. Sometimes, it wasn't much—just a stolen goodnight kiss. We'd find any excuse to be near each other, even if it was just for a few seconds. 

He'd "accidentally" brush his hand against mine when we passed each other in the hallway or lean in just a little too close to my face "to get the remote" when we were sitting on the couch, pretending to watch TV. And every time, my stomach would flip, and I'd have to bite my lip to keep from smiling like an idiot.

I'd never been in love before, not this way. It was different from the crushes I had in school, the ones that faded after a month or two. This was... intense. Every time he touched me, even in the smallest way, it set off this chain reaction inside me. My whole body would heat up, and I'd find myself wanting more—more of him.

It didn't feel wrong. Not when he looked at me the way he did. Not when he kissed me goodnight, his lips lingering just a second longer than they should have. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, like we were always meant to be more than just siblings. I couldn't explain it, and I didn't want to.

With each stolen kiss, each shared glance, I knew we were playing with fire. Eventually, someone would notice or catch us as Taehyung did. But until then, I didn't want to stop. Because for the first time in my life, I felt alive, and I wasn't ready to give that up.

Dinner was the same routine every night. I sat quietly at the table, pushing my food around while Mom and Dad talked about future plans for Jungkook. I wasn't really part of the conversation, but that suited me fine tonight. He was right across from me, handling this boring talk about colleges and majors.