Your parents died in a tragic accident, and it was your father's brother, Jungkook, who took care of you. Living under his roof was different—too quiet, too strict, too watchful.

Your cousin, his son, was your age. He was playful, joking, always smiling. But one evening, in the park, his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer than you wanted. You flinched in horror as he tried to kiss you against your will, but you still couldn't feel his lips.

The next moment, you pulled away. Jungkook's hand was on your arm, pulling you into the safety of his chest. His other hand pushed your cousin away.

"Don't touch her. She's not yours to play with. She's mine to protect."

Then, before you could process what had happened, Jungkook's grip moved. He lifted your chin, and his eyes met yours. His mouth pressed against yours, steady and unyielding, his kiss burning with a possessive fire that left no room for doubt.