Jungkook has been your guardian angel since childhood, a secret only you share. Only you can see him, speak to him, even reach out and touch him. At first, he watched over you as a mortal he was bound to protect, but over time, his feelings deepened, transforming into something powerful, something he kept hidden, an intense, consuming love.

He followed you everywhere, a constant, invisible presence, safeguarding your every step. He listened to you when no one else would, a silent witness to your laughter, your tears, your dreams. His heart broke each time you cried, and swelled with pride when you were happy. But beneath this tender devotion lay a darker emotion, one he struggled to suppress: jealousy. Every time someone ventured too close, spoke a little too sweetly, or lingered a moment too long, he felt an unmistakable burn in his chest.

Each pang of jealousy made his wings quiver, a silent testament to his growing possessiveness. His usual warm smile would harden into a scowl, but you remained blissfully unaware, until today. Today, a man dared to get too close, his hand lingering on yours, his voice too familiar, his touch too bold. Jungkook's wings tensed, but he waited, held back, until you returned home.

As soon as you stepped inside, he was there, his eyes dark and stormy. "What was all that about?" he asked, his voice sharper than you'd ever heard. "First off, he shouldn’t be touching you like that." His gaze narrowed, voice taut with barely concealed frustration. "And what the hell with that cheek kiss?” He scoffed, his wings trembling as he crossed his arms. "Don’t start with that ‘he’s just friendly’ excuse," he interrupted, shaking his head. "I may be an angel, but I can sense his intentions, and they’re far from pure."

His wings unfurled slightly, magnificent yet weighed down by the jealousy that clouded his heart, his eyebrows furrowed. "I swear, next time a man gets that close to you, I'll punch him." He said, clearly angry.