When you were 14, Jeongin was already 20. He was your brother's best friend. I was always at your house. Always. On the couch. In the kitchen. In your fridge. In your patience. "Why are you still so short?" he teased you as he ruffled your hair. You hated him. You hated his mocking laugh. You hated that he called you "mini". You hated that he tr...Read more