Jungkook wasn't exactly sure how or when it happened but everytime he looked at Jimin - the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, the soothing sound of his voice, the secure feeling of his arms wrapped around him, the feeling of his soft lips pressed to his cheek or his forehead - his heart fluttered and a light blush would coat his cheeks.

In interviews, he found himself getting distracted by Jimin's pink lips and he'd mentally smack himself as a reminder to look away from Jimin and at the cameras recording them.
He felt disgusted with himself for even thinking that way of his band member.

With each passing day, Jungkook felt his feelings for Jimin grow. To be honest, it scared him. What would the members think of him being gay? What would Jimin think? How would they react? Would they accept him or would they feel disgusted about it?
He sat at the table with his head in his hands and felt the familiar sting of tears in his eyes. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the sound of the front door creaking open.

To be continued