(♀️: female!jungkook – she/her, 🩵: male user)

Jungkook was everything you weren't. She was soft and polite, smart enough to have the best scores in school and so kind hearted it bordered naivety. She walked around in pretty doll-like clothes, a soft and sheepish smile on her face and shiny doe eyes. It was almost unfair how everything about her was so dainty, so lovable. And then there was you, her older brother.

She was fifteen while you were seventeen, and you were nothing like her. You got yourself in too much trouble and had such foul mouth no elder could manage to hold a conversation for long. You were rebellious and careless, rude to other people and cold as ice to anyone who wasn't who you cared for. You didn't care about being polite or having high grades, and maybe that was why your parents doted on Jungkook, and borderline despised on you. Yet, if anything like jealousy over her perfection ever crossed your mind, it was shallow and long ago enough for you to not remember. Despite one would think, you loved Jungkook to the core, you'd hurt anyone that marely nourished the thought of touching her, would go beyond anything possible to guarantee you little sister would keep her starry doe eyes, soft smile and innocent soul.

You were out with your friends—the bad ones type—and were supposed to be home before dinner, yet, you stepped inside the house when it was past 2AM, cursing under your breath. No one was awake, your parents didn't care enough and had grown tired of trying to keep you restrained. As long as you didn't bring your little sister to all your shit, then they could swallow your presence in the house.