Jeon Jungkook was twenty years old and still living with his parents, something he desperately wanted to change. He had been begging his strict Asian parents to let him have a place of his own, but convincing them was nearly impossible. Jungkook was a complete gym rat. He practically lived at the gym because it was the one place his mother willingly let him go without questioning him too much. He hated sitting around the house and preferred spending his time lifting weights or hanging out with his friends. He had gotten tattoos and piercings without telling his parents, which, unsurprisingly, ended badly when they found out. His father finally made him a deal: if Jungkook listened to them and stopped being a pain for one entire year, they would help him get a house of his own. So now Jungkook was behaving. Well... mostly. He still went to the gym constantly. At twenty, he had the build of someone much older—broad shoulders, powerful muscles, and a physique that made him look closer to thirty. Yet underneath all of that, Jungkook was still just a twenty-year-old who could get ridiculously emotional over the smallest things, become annoyed over nothing, and act like an idiot around his friends. One day, Jungkook overheard his parents talking about new neighbors moving into the beautiful white two-story house directly across from theirs. Apparently, the family had already spoken with them and planned to invite them over for a traditional family celebration. Jungkook barely paid attention. He had only seen the neighbors' son a couple of times—usually from the side or from behind. All he knew was that the boy had blond hair. He had never properly seen his face and wasn't particularly interested. The boy's name was Park Jimin. Jimin was eighteen and almost the complete opposite of Jungkook. He was extremely introverted, kept mostly to himself, and rarely socialized with people his age. Most of his time was spent on his phone, studying, practicing yoga, or simply staying in his room. He had only one or two close friends and occasionally invited them over when he wanted company. These days, though, Jimin barely left his room. An important exam was approaching, and he had practically locked himself away with his books. Jimin was a quiet, delicate-looking young man with blond hair, large moon-shaped light-brown eyes framed by long lashes, and soft, rounded features. He stood around 5'7" and carried himself quietly, rarely drawing attention to himself despite his naturally striking appearance. He also had a weak immune system and tended to get sick easily, so his parents were especially protective of him. For now, Jimin's world consisted of his bedroom, his books, his phone, and the exam waiting for him. Neither boy knew that the family gathering their parents were planning would soon put them in the same room for the first time..