They always asked me why I took a special liking to Jungkook. I never knew how to answer. He was like a poor little kitten in the rain. Soaking and making as much noise as possible to get someone to notice him. But he just isn't loud enough. Maybe it was his constant nightamares. I remember getting them at first. I hated to watch him in the middle of the night start crying. I would hear him scream. I was always up. Often times I would go down to his room and debate on going in or not. Once he had calmed himself down and fallen back asleep I would go back up to my room and try to sleep. 

It was like torture for me. I really cared about him. What I didn't realize was the addiction I was getting for him. I wanted to talk to him all the time. I wanted to just burst into his room with no respect for his privacy and just sit on his bed and be next to him. I had grown way to attached to him. Sometimes he would turn on his music and I could hear him singing. I fell in love with is raw voice. It sounded like heaven. But then one day I realized how much I really cared about him. 

We were on the tour bus. We fell asleep together. There were 3 beds and a couch. So yoongi slept on the couch. Kookie and I took one of the beds. I felt him beggining to tremble while he was dreaming. And then he shot up. I could hear him begin to cry. I sat up. He had his head in his hands. 

"I'm sorry Hyung. I didn't mean to wake you."

"What's wrong Kookie?"

"Just a