“You’re my dandelion, Kookie. You’re like an unstoppable weed and your roots are wrapped a little too tightly around my heart. But, really, I don’t mind.” They were lying on Taehyung’s bed, his parents were downstairs, and Taehyung can’t help but let out a snort at the thought of his dad’s face if he found them in this position. “Weeds are bad though, Tae. I can’t tell if this is an insult or a weird confession of love.” Jungkook always acts like he doesn’t understand the words that c