To the seven men who came into my life when I needed them the most, thank you.
There was a time when I felt completely lost. A time when the pain felt heavier than the hope. A time when I didn’t know how to keep moving forward. Then somehow, your music found me.
You may never truly know how much you have helped me, but because of BTS, I learned that it’s okay to keep going even when life gets hard. Your songs comforted me on days when I felt alone. Your words gave me strength when I felt like giving up. Your laughter made me smile when I thought I had forgotten how.
Thank you for bringing happiness, joy, and light back into my life. Thank you for helping me find reasons to smile again. Thank you for reminding me that tomorrow can be better than today.
This is my first BTS anniversary as ARMY, and I couldn’t be more grateful that I found you. Thank you for every song, every lyric, every laugh, every comfort, and every memory.
No matter where life takes me, I will always be thankful for the day BTS entered my life.
Happy 13th Anniversary, BTS. Thank you for helping me stay here. Thank you for helping me keep going. And most of all, thank you for making me happy again.
• Jungkook would act confused at first when you randomly got emotional over something tiny. Like you’d be tearing up because you dropped your spoon and he’d blink at you for two seconds before immediately going into “okay emergency mode.” Five minutes later he’s standing there with snacks, a heating pad, water, chocolate milk, and at least three random things you never asked for.
• Jin would absolutely baby you but in the sweetest way possible. He’d make soup even if you said you weren’t hungry. He’d fluff your pillows dramatically and complain about how “this cruel world hurts my favorite person.” Then he’d somehow make you laugh when you were cramping so hard you wanted to cry.
• Yoongi would be the caretaker type. He wouldn’t make a huge deal out of it, but he’d notice every little thing. He’d pull the blanket over you when you fell asleep on the couch. He’d softly rub circles on your stomach while watching TV together. He’d also remember exactly which snacks help your cravings without you even telling him twice.
• Jimin would become extra clingy during your period because he hates seeing you uncomfortable. If you were having one of those emotional days where everything irritated you, he’d just hold you against his chest and whisper little reassuring things until you calmed down. He’d definitely kiss your forehead every five seconds too.
• Taehyung would try distracting you the entire time. He’d randomly show you funny videos, talk about weird shower thoughts, or start dancing in the kitchen just to hear you laugh. He’d secretly keep track of your favorite comfort foods and casually show up with them like it was no big deal.
• Namjoon would do research. Like actual research. You’d mention cramps once and suddenly he’s reading articles at 2am trying to figure out the best tea, stretches, or foods that help. He’d probably say something incredibly thoughtful like, “Your body goes through a lot every month. You deserve to rest.”
• Hoseok would be your personal sunshine when your mood dropped. He’d hype you up even when you looked like a tired mess wrapped in blankets. He’d dramatically gasp if you said you felt ugly and immediately start listing everything beautiful about you until you rolled your eyes and laughed.
BTS as a group edition ✨
• Movie nights during your period with BTS would honestly turn chaotic. Half of them would fight over what to watch while you sat there bundled in blankets looking miserable. Eventually they’d all give in and let you choose because “the birthday girl rules” except the birthday was literally just your period.
• They would all learn very quickly not to touch your snacks without permission during that time.
• If your cramps got really bad, the members would become surprisingly gentle. Jungkook would carry things for you. Jimin would tuck you into bed. Yoongi would quietly sit beside you and rub your stomach. Jin would cook for you. Namjoon would hand you water to stay hydrated. Hoseok would try and make you smile. Taehyung would refuse to leave you alone until you felt better.
• One thing about BTS is they’d never make you feel embarrassed about your period. Even on the days where you felt gross, emotional, bloated, or irritated with everybody, they’d still look at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the room.
There are rules you don’t break. Lines you don’t cross.
Jungkook was both.
Your sister’s boyfriend, the one person you should’ve stayed away from. But every glance lingered too long. Every touch meant too much.
It starts with tension. It turns into something neither of you can control.
And before you know it, you’re both doing things you can’t take back.
Contains mature themes. 18+ readers only.
The rest of the evening settled into something that should have felt normal.
It should have.
Your sister had Jungkook beside her on the couch like he had always belonged there, the television filling the room with low voices and flickering light while some random movie played that no one was really paying attention to. The lamp in the corner was on, casting a warm yellow glow over everything, and the house had that cozy, lived-in feeling it always had at night. Familiar. Safe.
That was probably why it felt worse.
Because everything around you looked so ordinary.
And nothing inside you felt ordinary at all.
You sat in the armchair across from them with your legs tucked under you, trying your best to look relaxed, trying to act like you weren’t painfully aware of every little thing happening on that couch.
Your sister was in one of those moods where she could not stop touching him.
Not in a dramatic way. Nothing that should have bothered you.
Just little things.
Her hand on his arm.
Her fingers playing with the sleeve of his shirt.
Her leaning into his side every few minutes like she needed the constant reminder that he was there.
Sometimes she would laugh and fall against him like whatever he said was the funniest thing she had ever heard. Sometimes she rested her chin on his shoulder while she talked. At one point, she even reached up and pushed his hair back from his forehead with this soft smile on her face that made something twist uncomfortably in your chest.
You looked away after that.
You told yourself you were being ridiculous.
He was her boyfriend.
Of course she was going to act like that with him.
Of course they were going to sit close.
Of course she was going to look at him like he hung the moon.
That was normal.
So why did it make your stomach feel tight?
Why did it make you want to get up and leave the room?
You reached for the throw blanket folded beside you and dragged it into your lap, more for something to do with your hands than because you were cold. Your eyes stayed on the television, but your mind wasn’t on the movie at all. It kept drifting back to the couch. Back to him.
Back to the fact that every so often, when you looked up without thinking, his eyes were already on you.
Not constantly.
Not enough for anyone else to catch it.
But enough.
Enough that you started feeling it before you even looked.
Enough that every time your gaze accidentally met his, your heartbeat turned uneven.
Your sister was the first one to break the quiet.
She shifted against him, smiling. “You know what she used to do when we were kids?”
You didn’t even look over. “Please don’t.”
That only made her grin widen.
“She would cry if I even looked at her dolls.”
“That is not true,” you said immediately, sitting up a little straighter.
Jungkook laughed.
And something about that made you look at him before you could stop yourself.
It wasn’t a polite laugh either. It was real. Warm. The kind that reached his eyes and softened his whole face.
Your sister laughed too, already launching into some exaggerated version of childhood events that painted you as dramatic and sensitive and impossible. You rolled your eyes, muttering quiet complaints under your breath every few seconds, and somehow that only made Jungkook laugh harder.
“She’s lying,” you said, looking at him for the first time in a few minutes. “She always lies when she tells stories.”
“I do not,” your sister said, offended.
“You do.”
“She was the dramatic one,” your sister insisted, turning to Jungkook like she needed backup. “I’m serious. You should’ve seen her.”
You shrugged, trying to keep your voice light. “At least I didn’t get grounded for cutting my own hair and then blaming me for it.”
Jungkook laughed again, this time louder.
Your sister’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God.”
You tried not to smile, but it slipped out anyway.
“There it is,” you said. “That’s the truth.”
Jungkook looked at you then, still smiling, and for a second it felt like the rest of the room dimmed around that expression.
Because he wasn’t just laughing at the story.
He was looking at you like he liked hearing you talk.
Like he was waiting for you to say something else.
Your sister noticed his reaction and nudged him lightly. “Wow. So you’re taking her side already?”
He glanced at her then, the smile still on his face, but it faded a little too quickly before his eyes found you again.
“I’m just saying,” he said, “she sounds believable.”
Your sister gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “That’s actually rude.”
You laughed before you could stop yourself.
And this time Jungkook’s eyes stayed on you while you did.
It lasted only a second.
Maybe two.
But it was enough to make your smile falter.
Enough to make you look down at the blanket in your lap and pretend you hadn’t noticed anything at all.
The conversation moved on after that. Your sister started talking about work, about one of her coworkers who kept showing up late, about a table that had been difficult the night before, and you let her voice fade into the background as you leaned back into the chair.
You wanted to stop being aware of him.
That was the part that bothered you most.
Not that he was attractive. Not that he was here.
But that no matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else, you could feel him in the room.
When he shifted on the couch.
When he laughed.
When he said something quietly to your sister and she smiled.
When he looked over at you in those brief, strange moments that felt too long to be accidents.
Your sister eventually stretched her legs out across the couch and tucked herself even closer to him.
“You’re comfortable, huh?” you muttered before you could stop yourself.
She turned her head and gave you an innocent look. “Very.”
Jungkook smiled faintly at that.
You wished he wouldn’t.
Because every little expression on his face was becoming a problem.
A little while later, your sister announced that she wanted snacks.
“You want anything?” she asked, already halfway off the couch.
You shook your head. “I’m fine.”
She looked at Jungkook.
“Anything sweet,” he said.
“Of course,” she teased. “I know.”
She disappeared into the kitchen, and the room changed almost immediately.
Not completely.
But enough.
The television was still playing. The lamp still glowed in the corner. Everything was still exactly the same, and yet somehow it felt quieter. More noticeable.
You kept your eyes on the screen.
You could feel him glance at you once.
Then again.
You told yourself not to turn your head.
So of course that was exactly when your sister called from the kitchen.
“Can you come help me?”
You stood up too fast, grateful for the excuse to leave the room. “Yeah.”
In the kitchen, she was already pulling out bowls and digging through the cabinet for chips, candy, and microwave popcorn like she was preparing for a sleepover instead of one movie night. You stayed beside her, mostly just handing her things when she asked, trying to settle yourself back down.
It worked.
For about thirty seconds.
Because then Jungkook walked in.
“I thought you said you were helping,” he said lightly, leaning against the counter.
“I am helping,” your sister shot back. “She’s just slower than me.”
You gave her a look. “You literally asked me to grab one bowl.”
“And you did it slowly.”
Jungkook laughed under his breath.
You grabbed another bowl from the cabinet just to have something to do. Your sister was still rambling about what snacks he liked and what she had at work earlier, and you were trying very hard not to look at him again when she suddenly asked you to hand the candy over.
You reached for the same bag at the exact same time he did.
Your fingers brushed.
And the world stopped for a second.
It was nothing.
Barely anything.
A small accidental touch that should not have mattered.
But it did.
It did.
Your hand froze against his. His did the same.
You looked up.
So did he.
Neither of you moved.
It wasn’t long. It couldn’t have been.
Just a second.
But it felt longer. Long enough for heat to crawl up your neck. Long enough for your breath to catch. Long enough for something unreadable to pass over his face before he pulled his hand back.
“Sorry,” you said too quickly.
“It’s okay,” he said, just as quiet.
Your sister didn’t notice.
She was still digging through the pantry, completely unaware of the way your heart was suddenly pounding against your ribs like it wanted to give you away.
You handed her the candy and stepped back, forcing yourself to breathe normally.
It was fine.
It meant nothing.
You were overthinking it.
That had to be it.
By the time the three of you went back to the living room, you had almost convinced yourself that moment in the kitchen had been nothing more than bad timing.
Almost.
The movie had changed at some point to something slower and quieter, the kind of movie that made everyone talk less as it went on. The room had grown softer with the hour. More still. Outside, the night pressed dark against the windows. Inside, the air felt warm and heavy, like everything was winding down.
Your sister curled up next to Jungkook again, pulling a blanket over both of them this time. She rested her head against his shoulder and started tracing absent patterns over his arm while she watched the movie.
You kept your eyes on the television.
You kept pretending.
But every now and then, without meaning to, your gaze slipped.
And every time it did, his was already there.
It happened once while your sister was talking.
Again when she laughed at something in the movie.
Again when she leaned up to whisper something into his ear.
That one made your chest ache in a way you didn’t want to think about.
So you got quieter.
You answered less.
You stopped making little comments at the screen.
You folded further into the chair and hoped maybe if you disappeared enough into the room, the weirdness inside you would fade.
But then your sister yawned.
A long, sleepy one.
You looked over at the sound of it, and she was already rubbing at one eye with the back of her hand.
“Tired?” Jungkook asked softly.
She nodded, smiling like she was embarrassed. “A little.”
“You should go to bed,” you said, trying to sound casual.
She gave you a sleepy glare. “You sound so supportive.”
“I am supportive. I support sleep.”
Jungkook smiled again.
A few minutes later, she yawned for a second time and then gave up pretending she was awake. She shifted until she was tucked firmly against his side, her head slipping from his shoulder to rest more heavily against his chest.
Within ten minutes, her breathing changed.
Slower. Deeper.
Asleep.
The room went unbelievably quiet after that.
The movie still played, but lower somehow, like even the sound from the television knew not to interrupt the stillness. The lamp cast a soft golden light over the couch, over your sister asleep against him, over his hand resting lightly on the blanket draped across her.
You looked over without thinking.
And he was looking at you.
Not at the television.
Not down at your sister.
At you.
You stopped breathing for a second.
His face didn’t give much away, but his eyes did.
There was something in them now that hadn’t been there earlier. Or maybe it had, and you had been trying too hard not to see it.
It was quieter than a smile.
Softer than anything you could name.
But it was there.
And it was only for you.
You should have looked away.
You knew that.
You knew it immediately.
But you didn’t.
You stayed there, frozen in the armchair across from him, your heart beating too hard, your hands curled tight into the blanket in your lap.
Your sister was asleep on him.
Asleep.
And he was still looking at you.
Like that.
Like somehow, even now, even with her right there, he couldn’t help it.
Something hot and guilty moved through your chest all at once.
You looked down first.
You had to.
Because if you didn’t, you were scared of what your face might show.
And for the rest of the movie, even though you barely looked at him again, you could still feel it.
There are rules you don’t break.
Lines you don’t cross.
Jungkook was both.
Your sister’s boyfriend, the one person you should’ve stayed away from.
But every glance lingered too long. Every touch meant too much.
It starts with tension.
It turns into something neither of you can control.
And before you know it, you’re both doing things you can’t take back.
Contains mature themes. 18+ readers only.
Your sister had been talking about him for weeks.
Not just casually mentioning him either.
Talking about him.
Every single day.
At first, you didn’t think much of it. She worked at that little restaurant across town, always coming home with stories about rude customers, big tips, long shifts. So when she started mentioning a guy who came in one night, you barely paid attention.
“He was actually nice,” she said the first time, kicking off her shoes by the door and dropping her bag on the chair. “Like… actually nice. You know how rare that is?”
You hummed from the couch, eyes still on your phone. “That’s good.”
You thought that would be the end of it.
It wasn’t.
The next day, she brought him up again.
“And he came back today,” she said, already smiling before she even finished the sentence. “He asked if I was working.”
That made you glance up for a second.
“Okay…?” you said, dragging it out a little.
She ignored your tone completely. “He sat in my section again. And he remembered my name.”
You let out a small laugh under your breath. “That’s literally the bare minimum.”
“I know, but still,” she said, flopping down next to you. “He’s just… different.”
You didn’t respond to that.
You didn’t need to.
Because after that, it became a thing.
Every shift she worked, she came home with something new to say about him.
Jungkook.
That was his name.
You learned that without even asking.
“He ordered the same thing again,” she’d say.
“He waited until my section was open.”
“He asked if I had a break yet.”
“He tipped me more than he needed to.”
At first, it was kind of cute.
The way she lit up when she talked about him. The way she couldn’t stop smiling.
But after a while…
It got a little annoying.
Okay, more than a little.
Because somehow, every conversation turned into being about him.
You’d be talking about your day, and she’d find a way to bring him up.
You’d be watching TV, and she’d randomly say, “Jungkook said he likes this show.”
You’d be in the kitchen, grabbing a snack, and she’d lean against the counter like she’d been waiting all day to say it.
“He asked for my number today.”
You paused, closing the cabinet a little slower than usual. “Did you give it to him?”
“Obviously,” she said, like it was the easiest decision in the world.
Of course she did.
After that, it only got worse.
Now it wasn’t just work stories.
It was texts. Calls. Plans.
“He texted me good morning,” she said one day, smiling down at her phone like she couldn’t help it.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your drink. “That’s so romantic.”
“I hate you,” she said, but she was still smiling.
You didn’t hate him.
You didn’t even know him.
But you were starting to feel like you did.
And that was the problem.
Because at some point, you realized you could recognize his name before she even finished saying it.
You could predict what she was about to tell you.
You knew when she was about to bring him up just by the look on her face.
And somehow…
That made you curious.
Not in a serious way.
Just… enough to wonder.
What was so special about him?
What made him different from every other guy she’d talked about before?
Why did she look like that when she said his name?
You never asked, though.
You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
So instead, you just listened.
And nodded.
And pretended you weren’t a little tired of hearing about Jungkook.
Until one night, she walked into your room without knocking, already grinning like she had something planned.
“He’s coming over tomorrow.”
You looked up slowly, already knowing who she meant.
“Jungkook,” she added, like she needed to say his name out loud.
Of course she did.
You stared at her for a second, then let out a quiet sigh, dropping your phone onto your bed.
“Finally,” you said. “I get to meet the guy you won’t shut up about.”
She threw a pillow at you.
“Shut up,” she said, but she was still smiling. “Just don’t be weird.”
“I’m not gonna be weird,” you shot back. “You’re the one acting like you’re in love after knowing him for weeks.”
She paused for half a second at that.
Then rolled her eyes. “It’s not like that.”
You raised a brow. “Yeah, okay.”
She ignored you again, like she always did when she didn’t want to admit something.
“He’s really sweet,” she said instead, softer this time. “You’ll like him.”
You didn’t answer right away.
You just leaned back against your headboard, crossing your arms slightly.
“I don’t need to like him,” you said. “He’s your boyfriend, not mine.”
She made a face at you, but didn’t argue.
“Whatever. Just be nice.”
“I’m always nice.”
“That’s not true,” she said, already walking out of your room.
You waited until she was gone before letting out a small breath, staring up at the ceiling.
Jungkook.
You didn’t know him.
You didn’t care about him.
At least… that’s what you told yourself.
You weren’t even doing anything different.
Same routine. Same house. Same everything.
But there was this weird awareness sitting in the back of your mind that you couldn’t shake.
He’s coming over today.
You hated that you kept thinking about it.
It wasn’t like you cared. You didn’t even know him.
You just… wanted to see what all the hype was about.
That’s it.
That’s what you told yourself.
Your sister, on the other hand, was acting like it was the most important day of her life.
She had been up since the morning, going back and forth between her room and the bathroom, changing outfits like nothing looked good enough.
You noticed.
Of course you did.
“You’ve changed like three times already,” you said from the doorway, leaning against the frame as you watched her dig through her closet again.
She didn’t even turn around. “I have not.”
“You literally have,” you said, crossing your arms. “The black top, the white one, and now… whatever that is.”
She finally turned, holding up a shirt. “This one looks better.”
“It looks the same,” you said.
She rolled her eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
You shrugged. “You’re doing too much.”
She paused for a second, then sighed, dropping the shirt onto her bed.
“I just want everything to be nice,” she muttered.
You didn’t say anything to that.
Because for once, she sounded a little nervous.
And that… wasn’t something you were used to seeing from her.
She noticed you looking and immediately tried to play it off.
“Whatever. Can you just not make it awkward later?”
“I’m not gonna make it awkward,” you said. “You’re the one stressing.”
She gave you a look like she didn’t fully believe you, but didn’t argue.
“Just be normal,” she said again.
“I am normal.”
“Barely,” she mumbled, turning back to her mirror.
You rolled your eyes and pushed off the doorframe, heading back to the living room.
The house felt different.
Cleaner, for one. She’d already wiped down the counters, fixed the pillows, even lit one of those candles she never used unless someone was coming over.
You dropped onto the couch, grabbing the remote, flipping through channels without really paying attention.
Your phone was in your hand, but you weren’t scrolling anymore.
You were just… waiting.
And that annoyed you more than anything.
Because why were you waiting?
It didn’t matter.
He didn’t matter.
He was just your sister’s boyfriend.
That was it.
You leaned back into the couch, exhaling slowly, trying to relax.
From down the hallway, you could hear her moving around, opening drawers, closing them, footsteps pacing back and forth.
Then silence.
For a second, everything went quiet.
And right after-
The doorbell rang.
Your body reacted before your mind did.
Your head turned toward the hallway immediately, your grip tightening slightly around the remote.
“I got it!” your sister called out, way too fast.
You almost laughed.
Of course she did.
You stayed where you were, not getting up, not moving, just listening.
You heard her footsteps rush to the door.
The click of the lock.
The door opening.
And then-
Her laugh.
Soft, a little breathless.
The kind she only used when she really liked someone.
“Hi,” she said.
There was a small pause.
Then his voice.
“Hey.”
It was quieter than you expected.
Calm. Easy.
Something about it made your chest feel… weird.
You sat up slightly without thinking, your attention completely pulled now.
You told yourself not to look.
You really did.
But you couldn’t help it.
You turned your head just enough to see down the hallway—
And then he stepped inside.
But the second he stepped inside, you forgot how to act normal for a second.
He looked… good.
Not in an over-the-top way. Not in a way that felt fake or forced.
Just naturally.
Dark hair falling a little over his forehead, soft eyes that looked around the room like he was taking everything in, and something about the way he carried himself, relaxed but aware, like he noticed things most people didn’t.
Better than you expected.
Simple. Nothing overdone.
But there was something about him that stood out immediately. The way he carried himself, relaxed but aware, like he knew exactly where he was without needing to say anything.
Your sister was right next to him, smiling, her hand already wrapped around his arm like she didn’t want to let go.
“She asks about you sometimes,” she said, laughing softly.
You almost rolled your eyes at that.
Of course she did.
He smiled a little at her, but it wasn’t big.
His attention shifted.
His eyes moved past her-
And landed on you.
You froze.
It wasn’t dramatic.
Just… still.
Like your body didn’t know what to do for a second.
Because you weren’t expecting that.
You thought he’d be focused on her.
On the person he came here to see.
But he wasn’t.
Not right away.
His gaze stayed on you for just a second longer than it should have.
Not enough to be obvious.
But enough that you noticed.
And for some reason…
he didn’t look away immediately.
Your heart did this small, stupid thing in your chest, and you hated it instantly.
Then your sister tugged on his arm.
“Come on,” she said, pulling him forward. “I want you to meet her.”
You straightened up without meaning to, suddenly aware of everything.
The way you were sitting. Your hands. Your face.
You hated that too.
He walked closer.
And the closer he got, the harder it was to ignore it.
He was really cute.
Not just “oh, okay” cute.
Like… actually.
The kind that catches you off guard and makes you wish you hadn’t noticed at all.
“This is my sister, Y/N ” she said, smiling between you both.
He nodded slightly, his eyes still on you.
“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now. “I’m Jungkook.”
You told him your name.
And the way he repeated it-
Slow. Careful.
Like he didn’t want to get it wrong.
Like it mattered.
Something about that stuck.
More than it should have.
“Nice to meet you Y/N ” he said.
You nodded, trying to act normal, even though your thoughts were already a mess.
Your sister started talking again, pulling him toward the couch, filling the space like nothing just happened.
Like that moment didn’t exist.
But it did.
You felt it.
And when you sat back, trying to relax, trying to go back to how things were before-
