"INAYA!"

"What, Namjoon?! You've been coming and going for like... the thousandth time now." She sighed frustrated at the arrival of the very man who had said 'no sex in office', again and then again and then again.

"Schedule changed."

"What do you mean?"

"Royal family. Tomorrow. Seoul. At 5."

"At least form a proper sentence." She shook her head sideways, rolling her eyes at the man who was huffing out air from his mouth. "And why are you breathing so heavily?"

"See... The royal family, the one who has invited you to the birthday of prince and kinda asked you to host that small but huge ceremony, The Jeon's, they want to meet you again, tomorrow, at 5. I'll be there with you, dress formally, and the advertisement shoot will be postponed. Next thing, I came running that's why I am breathing heavy." He exhaled a huge breath, giving a small nod to the woman assuring her he was fine.

"Sit and drink some water, and breathe from your nose, IQ 148!" She taunted, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it in his direction, which he failed to catch.

Water splashed over the ground, and both of them grimaced. Being her usual clumsy self, as soon as Inaya got up to call someone to clean the mess, she slipped landing with a huge thud on her butt.

She winced whilst Namjoon pulled her up and she rubbed her butt in agony.

"Your fault!" She grabbed his collar with one hand, the other still placed over her hip.

"How?"

"Can't you catch a bottle?!"

"It was a mistake!"

"Mistake my ass."

"Shouldn't it be, 'Pain in my ass'?"

"KIM NAMJOON!'

――×――

All she wanted was a great dinner and a massage from Jungkook. Falling was one thing but when it hurt, she would always reach out to Jungkook. He was good in this thing as well, so why wouldn't she?

She was afraid her hip would be bruised but by God's grace it wasn't, although it did hurt when she sat. Mentally cursing Namjoon, she drove into the driveway of her home, parked the car and quickly jumped out of it.

When she entered inside the house, she remembered that Jungkook had taken the responsibility of cooking.

"Jungkook." She called out, waiting for the guy to come out with a chef's hat over his head and an apron tied around his torso and a complacent smile on his lips, looking sexy. But the actual scenario differed from her imagination.

He came out running, the chef's hat falling from his head, the apron wrongly tied, tied so tightly that it would have hurt his waist. And instead of a smile, he had worry all over his face. There was one more thing, a pan in his hand with the black remains of the probable food he was trying to make.

Her eyes widened as he ran from one corner of the house to the other, blowing out some air on the burnt food, periodically shouting 'oh my god' and 'AH'.

"Hi noona!"

"Hi... Is what you say?" She glared at the running man, who smiled apologetically at her before jogging back inside the kitchen. "You didn't ruin my kitchen, right?"

She ran behind him, sighing that it was only messy and not resting in ashes. Smacking his head, she grabbed the pan out of his grasp, immediately bringing it under the flow of water.

"What were you thinking?"

"I... Tried... Making... Some... Uhh... It was supposed to be a surprise, I tried making something Indian, thought you would be missing your mother and that would satisfy you a bit. But the recepie, goddamn! It was so difficult!" He whined, making her laugh at his pitch.

"You didn't have to do that."

"But-"

"It's all good Jungkook, I don't want you to do that." She smiled at him, fondling his cheek with affection. He purred at the sensation, his eyes closed. "But what will I eat now?"

"Let's go out!"

――×――

Going out didn't mean that they'll end up in a luxurious restaurant but rather Jungkook took her to the usual market he'd end up in. Passing through the small shops, he bowed to few, had a quick chatter with them and then moved forward.

"Ahjumma!" He smiled happily before hugging the old woman, who seemed to be in her early fifties, and quickly grabbed Inaya's hand to make her sit with him.

"Who is this pretty woman with you, Jungkook?" Her voice was all matured, her hair had almost turned to white.

"This lady, here, is a writer." He smiled at the woman as Inaya instantly bowed to the woman, gaining a chuckle from her.

"I know that, seen her face on magazines and newspapers several times. What I meant was, what is she doing with you?" Her hands started working with the utensils scattered over the counter, the puttering sound of oil interested the two.

His voice turned into a whisper, as he covered his mouth with his hand and bent forward towards the woman. "Trying to make up for my mistake, I burnt the food we were about to eat."

The woman laughed at his childishness, while Inaya pinched his arm in attempts to quiet him down.

"No really, ahjumma, the boy is too sweet to think about making food, but too careless to give a damn about my kitchen!" Inaya winced at the sudden memory of the grubby kitchen and his wonderful art, that he called food.

Their continuous bickering entertained the old woman as she continued to pour the spices. She whispered a small 'cute' for the two while they were arguing.

"Yeah, and you were caressing my cheek!"

"That doesn't mean I forgive you!"

"Don't confuse my poor brain!"

"You have a brain?" She raised her eyebrows at the boy, fuming him with rage.

"Inay-"

"Stop you both. And eat!" The woman placed two bowls of noodles in front of them, that smelled awfully delicious. Next came some meat with sauce, that triggered the taste buds in Inaya's mouth, puddles of saliva formed in her mouth. Before she could satisfy herself taking in the tasteful view in front of her, Jungkook pounced on it. Both the women gave him an exasperated shook, continuing their respective works later.

――×――

Calculated and accurate movement of hands could send a person to a weird level of satisfaction, she realized, as she laid over the soft mattress of the bed.

He sat, straddling over her body, calmly pushing on her muscles as she breathed out happily.

"You work magic." Her compliment made him smile, whilst his fingers pushed into her bare skin, which equally grew a lustful desire in him.

Her tensed muscles relaxing as he pressed on them aggressively, just the way she wanted. As he glided his fingers along her spine, she moaned out in the pillow, she had been resting on. His fingers moved in circular motion as she shifted slightly to rest in a better position.

"Jungkook-ah"

"Yes, noona?"

"What happened that day?" He frowned at her question, not understanding it quite well.

"Which day?"

"The day you broke your phone. The day day that man came looking for some prince and you got... You were disturbed, Jungkook." She turned around, his arms retracted from her body as he shifted apart from her.

"I... was disturbed but it's done now, noona. Nothing worth sharing."

"You can share anything and everything with me, you know that, right?" He nodded deliberately at her, making her smile satisfied.

"I love you." She whispered, pulling her hands out for him. He mumbled the same words too as he laid in her embrace, in his home.

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A/n

Take care, you all. Don't be depressed, don't be sad, don't be sick. Want to talk? Go to the one you really find your home in. Or if you don't wanna talk to someone familiar and talk to some stranger, you can PM me.

Be the best of you!