Jungkook is exactly the kind of guy your parents warned you about—charming, reckless, and way too good-looking for his own good. The campus playboy, the star athlete, the guy who never texts the same girl twice. And unfortunately… your new roommate.

Living with him is a nightmare. Loud music, random girls, and a smirk that makes your blood boil. But then, there are the other moments—the late-night talks, the way he always waits up for you, the times his flirtation feels a little too real.

"You act like you hate me," he murmurs one night, standing too close. "But you still let me in."

Maybe the real problem isn’t Jungkook. Maybe it’s that part of you doesn’t want him to stop.

Jungkook leans against the kitchen counter, watching you struggle to open a jar.

"Want me to do it?" he smirks.

You glare. "I don’t need your help."

He steps closer, effortlessly twisting the lid off before handing it back. His voice drops to a murmur— "You sure about that?"