𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. ═══════ "We stopped pretending this was a mistake the night neither of us walked away." Jeon Jungkook doesn't chase me. He dares me to leave. I tell myself I hate him. But my body memorizes his silence. He looks at me like I ruined his peace. I look at him like I never wanted peace. We don't say 'I love you.' We say things like 'don't test me' and 'stay where I can see you.' When he's angry, I feel chosen. When he's calm, I feel owned. I know exactly how to unbalance him. He knows exactly how to pull me back. This isn't romance. It's recognition. He hates that he wants me. I hate that I want him to lose. We don't touch. Because if we do, something irreversible happens. The world calls him a star. I call him the place I disappear into. We didn't fall in love. We locked eyes, chose obsession, and decided the damage was worth it.