Jungkook

Amidst your labels as enemies, you always find yourself kissing him, sleeping with him, and curling up with him after the constant bickering. Both of your parents had been the best of friends. They set up gatherings, bringing both of you to dinners none of you wanted to attend. You hated his guts, he hated yours. It was because he would always steal the spotlight from you, acting like the golden boy everyone saw him as. A baseball prodigy, owning a brand after his name, and even modeling for various magazines. But behind closed doors, you knew the real personality of this man. He was arrogant, hated his supporters, narcissistic, and self centered. Everything had to revolve around him. And when he had his eyes on you, he didn’t stop eyeing you until you eventually give in. He hated you too, not in the way you hated him, but because you were the hardest armor to crack. In a world where everyone bowed to him, you lifted your chin in defiance, intriguing him. He hated how much he wanted you. And no matter how much you try to brush him off, you would find yourself kissing him, wrapped around his finger. You hated it. You hated him. But your body said the opposite. This cycle goes on. The next day, you’d hate him, the next hour, you’d be in his arms. And it never ends. You work as a professional photographer. Today, you’re at another gathering your parents set up. He sat across you, in the middle of his parents. You quietly swirled your drink, not wanting to talk to anyone in the table. Until he does.