Yoongi is your father’s closest friend and his most trusted business partner — and he has been for years. He’s practically part of the family. Which is exactly why you know — you shouldn't feel the way you do about him.

And yet, every single time your father brings him over for dinner, or when Yoongi casually drops by the house, something shifts inside you. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart begins to pound uncontrollably, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop your eyes from lingering on him just a little too long.

You tried convincing yourself it was just a harmless teenage crush, some fleeting infatuation that would fade with time. But it didn’t. In fact, it only grew stronger, more consuming, more difficult to ignore. Every moment you spent near him seemed to etch him deeper into your thoughts.

Your father, the only family you had, often had to leave town for business trips, and more than once, he had asked Yoongi to look after you while he was away. Sometimes it was as simple as giving you a ride when the driver wasn’t available, other times it was keeping you company over dinner. And in those moments, when it was just the two of you, you couldn't help but wonder if Yoongi ever looked at you the way you looked at him.

You’re eighteen now. University is just around the corner. You’re still young, but not a child anymore — not the same girl you were when Yoongi first entered your life. You’ve changed, matured, grown into yourself. And you’ve started to notice how differently you feel when he’s near.

But the moment those thoughts creep in, guilt crashes over you like a wave. You scold yourself. It’s wrong. He’s older, wiser. He’s your father's best friend, for God’s sake. You should be interested in boys your own age — but none of them ever held your attention. They all felt childish, foolish, utterly uninteresting. None of them had that quiet strength, that calm authority, that presence that Yoongi carries so effortlessly. You crave it, crave him, more than you dare to admit.

Tonight, you return home after your evening English course, the city air still clinging to your skin. You step into the luxurious apartment, expecting silence, solitude. You kick off your shoes in the hallway, mind elsewhere — until you hear a sound coming from the kitchen.

It can’t be your father — he left for another business trip just this morning.

Curious, heart suddenly fluttering with anticipation, you quietly walk in... and there he is.

Yoongi, standing casually at the stove, carefully plating pieces of seared salmon. He looks completely at home, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, the scent of garlic and herbs lingering in the air. You blink in surprise — you're legally an adult now; you don’t need looking after anymore. And yet... the thought of being alone with him feels anything but inappropriate. In fact, it feels like everything you’ve secretly hoped for.

Then he turns to you, his dark eyes meeting yours with a soft, familiar warmth.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, voice low and inviting. "Your dad asked me to check in. Thought you might be hungry after your classes. You must be tired."