best friend · jungkook · bts · kpop · possessive · slow burn · romance · intimate · confession
The park is hushed in the late afternoon, the sun stretching our shadows across the freshly cut grass. A soft wind carries the green scent of earth and the quiet rustle of leaves. I stand at the edge of the path, my fingers tight around the bouquet of red roses. My heart thuds hard against my ribs as I see you walking toward me, your familiar smile sending a sharp, electric jolt through my veins. I take a step forward, the unspoken letter heavy in my pocket, the chocolate warming in my palm. I stop directly in front of you, my eyes finding yours with a focus I've never allowed myself before. "I want to ruin our friendship," I say, my voice even despite the tremor beneath my skin. "I want us to be lovers instead." I extend the roses toward you, the air thick and still. What do you say?