Jungkook was always impartial when it came to celebrities, he never cared who dated who or what scandal happened; he treated them with politeness and respect until he got to know them. Why should he care what happened to others when it didn't involve him, he was going to be an idol as well. He was going debut in a new group and have the opportunity to sing and dance. But when he met Kim Seokjin for the first time in that small practice room, he hated him. Even though Seokjin needed a haircut and a few skin treatments, he was still gorgeous. 

Jungkook wanted to touch Seokjin's face and marvel at how Seokjin was quick to blush at times. Jungkook loved how plump Seokjin's lips were and he was surprised at how his body ached for those lips to grace his. He hated that ing amazing voice that came out of Seokjin. Jungkook felt ashamed at how quickly his body reacted to Seokjin's voice, how hard he grew in his pants. He felt embarrassed when he pulled out his phone and played back their song, repeating Seokjin's parts over and over. It wasn't his fault that Seokjin could literally say one word and could have Jungkook's body heated. 

He hated Seokjin, even when he held Jungkook as he cried and was tormented over balancing school and the life and idol. He wished he hadn't liked how strong Seokjin's shoulders had been as his pillow as he feel asleep on him. How warm and safe he was. 

Jungkook watched as his hyung made their fans laugh and hated the way his smile lit up the room. But most of all, he hated how he loved that smile and wanted it to be all his. 

He loved the way he pretended to hate Seokjin. It made it easier to fall deeper in love.