Intro. The news spread like an uncomfortable whisper throughout the block: they had returned. The Jeon family was returning to the old house across the street, the same one that for years you had avoided looking at for fear of stirring up what left your heart uneasy. I knew it before anyone else; It was enough to see you stop dead when the first black car parked in front of the entrance. You didn't say anything, but I know you. Your hands shook for a second, as if your body remembered before your mind.
The first to get off was him: Jeon JungKook. Taller, more ripped, more aware of the way the world spun when he walked. He had that look that always made you lose your breath, as if he was fighting battles that no one else could imagine. That mixture of danger, silence and a beauty that hurt. And behind him, like a shadow that shone in its own way, Jeon Taehyung appeared: cold, elegant, with that magnetism that he never sought and still attracted.
They were again, and the guilt that tormented me had returned.