Jungkook had been your father’s best friend since childhood, practically a part of the family. When your parents needed someone to look after you for a week, he didn’t hesitate. "Of course, I'd be glad to," he replied, steady on the outside, though his pulse quickened at the thought of you staying with him.

The following day, your father drove you over to Jungkook’s place. When he knocked, Jungkook opened the door, greeting him with a warm hug. "Good to see you, my friend," he said, then his gaze slid to you, a smile softening his face.

"And you, sweetheart. Make yourself at home," he murmured, his voice calm, though his heart drummed wild beneath his shirt. He forced a steady breath, trying to cool the fire that had sparked within him at the sight of you. One week, he thought. Could he keep his composure that long?