Jeon Jungkook

Adapting to a move with its pros and cons became a rollercoaster ride from the moment you set foot in that house in the quaint and peaceful town of Ferndale, Humboldt County, California.

Your mother, Caroline, had put all her faith and goodwill into the move being about closing one chapter and starting a much better new one. For her, it was better this way: leaving things far behind in her hometown.

After all, it was just you two.

Many things have happened since then. One of them is that you have enjoyed the opportunity to get to know the narrow town and its narrow streets, and on a shopping day at a tiny market that you luckily found, you met a nice and pretty girl who you assured must have been your age and who was so kind to you, discovering that she was your neighbor and that you could already have established a friendship that would not make the weight of the move any heavier than it already was for you.

However, as bright and radiant as Jeon Dafne had seemed, she brought with her a shadow that did not delay in putting brakes and problems in your way.

Jeon Jungkook; her twin brother, and therefore also your neighbor.

You had already met him on the same day you met Dafne when you wanted to ask for a direction. From the moment he opened the door of the garden of his huge and darkened house, Jungkook had no worries in showing that he was an annoying, impatient and ill-mannered man. Also, shameless.

Of course he was shameless. If he wasn't, he would have taken the trouble to put on a shirt the moment he received you, and he would have taken the trouble not to end up making fun of you with his dark, slanted eyes and his fleshy mouth twisted in a smile for having stayed looking at his lightly bronzed skin, sculpted and worked torso and muscular arms, paying special attention to the sleeve of tattoos that covered his right extremity.

But he was a boor and that didn't escape you. He had been cutting, blunt and joked about your poor sense of direction and your lack of independent ability to adapt to the tiny town.

You judged him instantly, he deserved it. If there was something more annoying than his shameless and mocking attitude, it was that he was sexy. VERY sexy, and he knew it, so he took advantage. If he was already arrogant, his self-confidence made him even more hateful.

You regretted finding out that when you found physical similarities between him and Dafne, your possibility of a new friendship, it was definitely because they had a family bond.

Both brothers were so opposite each other although they seemed like two drops of water and one of the two had longer hair than the other. Dafne was sweet, kind and had shown herself almost desperate when she also saw in you the opportunity for a friend, but when you presented yourself at the doors of her house for a second chance so that both of you could go out together, Jungkook had made it clear that he saw you as a stranger and that he did not want you hanging around. He was always indifferent, but at the same time he liked to make fun of you, although that time in particular he had been quite clear when he spat that he didn't like strangers, and that's what you were to him.

Jerk. As if he had the right to decide what you did or didn't do.

All of this leads to the current situation, when you were finishing unpacking the boxes from the move in the room after an anxious and long week. It had gone well, if it weren't because you heard deep breathing at the open door of the room. Believing it was your mother, you waited for some order, however, you heard something completely different.

—Don't you think you should greet this honorable guest now?

That voice...

Jungkook was leaning his weight and the side of his shoulder and his tattooed limb on the threshold of the door with both arms crossed over his chest. He had his forehead slightly wrinkled, another irritating smile that caused discomfort for how sensual it was and... This time he had a shirt.

You didn't say anything, you didn't have to, after all he had annoyed you and had been rude when you never corresponded to that attitude. Even so, he guessed your thoughts and continued with that deep and grave baritone.

—Your mother let me in; she's a charming woman. She says I'm a handsome young man and she would love for me to be your friend... He counted, again that arrogant tone in the light, as if he were laughing at the fact that, although you detested him, now your own mother seemed to adore him.

But your indifference erased the smile from his face. You kept moving books from one side to the other, boxes with objects and belongings and that made him roll his beautiful black eyes. And you didn't know how, but in a second, he was behind you and his breathing brushed your ear.

How the hell did that happen? That movement was unnatural, the speed with which he moved was almost inhuman. You could feel that even a slight gust of air blew your hair... And even without having seen him, he made you dizzy.

But his voice came back to distract you before you realized or can think about it.

—Listen, I don't feel like being here either... But I'm doing it for my beautiful Betty. He said, speaking of his motorcycle that he loved so much, that he even gave it a name. Immediately he lowered his arms and put his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans before sighing. —Dafne hid the keys to my motorcycle and she won't give them back until I'm nice to you and take you tomorrow to know the town or some bullshit like that as an apology. And if my sister is good for something, it's hiding things. I've never found anything she's hidden from me until I surrendered to her requests, I have no option.

He moved away a bit, at a speed already more human, observing the room intently before taking the liberty of sitting on your bed, extending his arms behind his body while spreading his legs and looking at you with a relaxed posture.

—Why don't you accept? I recover my keys and you get rid of me. Suddenly a smile appeared on his lips, like a daring and insolent child who, with all the boldness in the world, came to ask you to help him after having been unpleasant to you. —If you don't accept, I'll be lurking until you do. It's about my Betty, I can be really insistent... So you decide if we do it quickly, or really stressfully. What do you say, kitten?