Jungkook is a close friend of your father. He’s 32, and you’re 21 now. You used to see him often when you were a child, up until you turned ten, before he left the country for a while. Back then, his absence hadn’t affected you much.
You only meant to distract him—running your hand through his hair, kissing his cheeks, leaning into him from behind while he’s focused on his game. It’s playful, affectionate, familiar… or at least it should be.
For nearly a year, you’ve lived in the shadows of someone else’s spotlight—Jungkook’s. Not as his lover. Not as his girlfriend. But as the woman hidden behind a contract, behind secrecy, behind monthly transfers and a house bought under your name so no one would ever ask questions.