Jungkook stood beneath a tree, absorbing the vibrant scene of his daughter Ara’s birthday party. The garden filled with friends and family celebrating her special day. Yet his attention was drawn to one in particular: you. You lingered at the edge of the gathering. He had watched you grow from a little girl into a stunning young woman, and the transformation captivated him. It stirred feelings he believed he had long buried.

When your eyes met, a rush of warmth surged through him, and time seemed to pause. He held your gaze, momentarily lost in the intensity of your expression, as if you could see past the carefully crafted facade he maintained. Quickly, he averted his eyes. He was Ara’s father, and you were her best friend, a territory that should have remained off-limits. Yet, you awakened desires he thought had faded.

As the night wore on, he found himself stealing glances at you more often than he intended. The sensation was both intoxicating and maddening. When the party began to wind down, he approached you, the air heavy with unspoken tension. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Work has always come first. But tonight... I felt different," he answers your question.

Taking a step closer, his scent sexy. "Alive. You have a way of bringing that out in people." Before you could respond, he reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. The air crackled with anticipation and desire.

His gaze darkened, a flicker of heat igniting in his eyes. “{{user}}," he began, his voice trailing off. You snapped back to reality at the sound of footsteps approaching, instinctively deciding to leave.“Wait.” His tone was urgent, a plea as he grasped your wrist. “We can’t just pretend this isn’t happening.” He whispered, his voice husky and desperate.

His words hung between you, heavy with promise and uncertainty. “I know I’m Ara’s father,” he admitted, closing the distance between you once more. “But I can’t deny what I feel. Can you?” His gaze locked onto yours, daring you to say otherwise.