This warm feeling of sleeping next to someone you care for and like is incredible because the first thing you see is the face of that person.

As I slowly open my eyes and the bright light blinds me, I blink a few times to get used to the intensity. My eyes fall immediately on the person who is still sleeping peacefully next to me and a lazy smile falls on my lips, my eyes close and I let this relaxing feeling of closeness flow through my veins.

I take a deep breath and open my eyelids again only to be struck by his beauty. It's the first time I open my eyes next to him because he was awake before me yesterday and I regret that I didn't wake up earlier than he did. I take his sleeping form into me and my heart suddenly starts pounding against my ribs as if it would escape from its cage any moment. This feeling, which he gives me over and over again without doing it on purpose, makes me float on all clouds. I feel comfortable, I feel happy.

I have been able to sleep so well again after a long time. There is something about him that makes me feel protected so that I could rest peacefully. It was the second night we spent together, but it already makes me yearn for waking up every day like this, for being greeted by his beautiful face every day, for hearing his laughter as the first melody in the morning, which then resonates in my ears for the rest of the day, as if it were a song that was stuck in my head.

It is the first time that I have the luxury of analyzing all his features and characteristics without being intimidated by his intense gaze. It wasn't scaring intimidation, but one that took my breath away because his eyes were so deep and he always looked at me with such a loving gaze that I just didn't know how to react. He made me nervous. So now I take the opportunity to memorize everything about him as if he was one of the most beautiful poems that I always wanted to recite with my eyes closed.

His hair sits messily over his forehead and I get the urge to comb it away but hesitate because I don't want to wake him up and interrupt this. I raise my hand and very slowly brush it off his face with a feathery touch, revealing his forehead. Oh how much I love it when he combs his hair neatly out of his face, it makes him more attractive than he already is. His black curls feel like the softest silk in the world between my fingers as I comb through the few knots in his hair. I love to grab the hair on his nape in our intimate moments because then he lets out the most beautiful sounds and his addictive scent flows through my nose and numbs all my senses.

My fingers move from his scalp down over his cheekbones. The smooth and light skin stands in contrast to my slightly tanned hand and I slowly stroke with my thumb over the prominent high points of his face. My finger runs over a small dent on his cheek and I only now notice that there is a small scar. I have never noticed it before, probably because it is barely there, but it makes me curious how he could have got it. Was he a child when it happened? Did it hurt?

He has masculine features, but something about him also made him cute. Apart from his flirtatious aura and his sharp and attractive looks, he has a little boy hidden deep inside of him who always manages to come to the surface. And he never tries to hide it. I only hope that it is because he feels comfortable next to me. I love this side of him.

The cute nose that sits perfectly in his face is not the smallest, but it suits him and it looks so bopable so I have to pull myself together not to do it. I noticed that day up on the roof terrace how he scrunches it when he laughs and I release a little giggle because it is just so adorable. He licks and smacks his lips as he stirs slightly in his sleep and I put one hand flat on my mouth so that I don't make another sound and wake him up. His lips form into a parted pout and little puff of air hits my face with every breath he exhales.

His moist lips catch my eye and I contemplate the shape of these I grew addicted to. The sweet taste I feel on my tongue every time he kisses me so affectionately is by far the best I have ever felt. Whenever he caresses my lips with his, I fall into a kind of trance. I don't perceive my surroundings anymore, all I feel is him. The softness of his pink pillows seduces me every time and is the only thing I miss all day long. I can't hold myself back anymore and place the tenderest kiss on his pouty parted lips, which are showing his bunny-like front teeth. Underneath them, he has a unique mole. I have also discovered one at the tip and the bridge of his nose, on his cheek and neck, which adds to his beauty.

Finally, there are his breathtaking eyes, which carry so many sparkling stars within them, that it feels like you have entered a new galaxy. Unfortunately, these are just covered by his eyelids which at the end are covered by his long and thick eyelashes brushing his chubby cheeks.

My gaze travels down to his sculpted upper body, as it rises and falls with each breath, flexing the muscles with each small movement. His arms lie freely in front of his body, which I love to have wrapped around my body. His embrace gives me warmth and security and familiarity. I feel free and relaxed when he takes me in his strong arms. The tattoos, the meaning of which I still don't know, decorate his entire right arm, starting from his shoulder. I know that they have a meaning and that he must have spent a lot of time thinking about them when he had them done because they are not just any shapes and forms.

They belong to him.

They are him.

I gently stroke my fingers across his broad chest down to his chiseled abs where I can feel every muscle under the skin. By now I know that he puts a lot of value on his workouts, as I already guessed. Jungkook is a hard-working man who is dedicated to the things he really loves and cherishes from the bottom of his heart and I admire these qualities of him very much. Even though he might be exhausted physically and mentally, he still tries hard to make the people around him happy and make them laugh. He has a good heart, although you might not see it at first sight. Sometimes he gives the impression that something has not affected him, but I can see clearly in his eyes that he cares.

A small puff of air hits my face when I brush over a certain spot between his ribs and my eyes fly up to his face where I catch him with a lazy smile tugging just on one side of his mouth, his lips still parted and his eyes closed.

"You cheater. I thought you were asleep." I protest as I take my hand away from his skin now a bit embarrassed that I got caught and a warm feeling creeps up my cheeks.

"Feels good. Keep going," he says lazily, his voice deep and coarse because he just woke up. When he notices that I'm not continuing, he searches for my hand with his eyes still closed and when he has successfully found it, he puts it on his chest, indicating he wants me to continue. I gently rub my fingers over his skin again and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

His eyes gradually open and a gentle smile is spread upon his lips, which I was studying until a few minutes ago. He moves a little closer so that our faces are only a few inches apart and he places his lips on mine. I have been waiting for this since I woke up and now I feel happy to finally be able to taste them. The kiss is nothing wild, nothing sexual. Just the two of us lying on my sofa and kissing slowly, with his lips gently and meaningfully caressing mine.

He breaks the kiss and pulls my body towards him, pressing me against his chest and his arms holding me safely. Another sigh resounds in my ears as I stroke the soft skin of his chest with my cheek and take his sweet scent deep into my lungs.

"I could cuddle with you for all eternity," he whispers.

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"Jungkook, slow down a little. You're gonna choke."

We finally managed, with Jungkook's protests not to get up, to take a warm and soothing shower, because we were both a little sore from sleeping on the sofa. Sitting at the dining table we are just devouring the breakfast I prepared this time and I watch Jungkook as he shoves spoon after spoon into his mouth. Does he even chew or does he swallow everything at once?

"I'm hungry. I need to feed these muscles," he babbles with his mouth full as he raises one arm and flexes his bicep. I shake my head, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth and I turn to dig in my own dish.

"Minho is coming over today. I have already told you that he has to work with me on weekends because of his grades," he laughs as he leans back into his chair, now finished with his breakfast. " Do you want to come to the workshop with me if you have nothing else to do?"

"I have no idea what to do there, but I guess it beats sitting at home alone." I smile.

"I don't know. You can watch me sexily fixing cars." He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes in response.

After we finished our breakfast and cleaned the dining table, I quickly put on something comfortable, since it is Sunday today anyway and we will only be in his workshop. I walk down the stairs and find Jungkook watching some sitcom on TV with a bag of chips from last night on his lap.

"We're good to go," I say.

"All right," he gets up quickly from the sofa and empties the rest of the bag into his mouth. He walks over to me and I laugh as he looks at me confused because I'm not moving. I pick up a napkin from the kitchen and wipe the crumbs off the corners of his mouth while he looks at me with a smile.

"You could have just kissed me clean," he calls after me as I walk out the door without waiting for him.

"Shut up."

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In the workshop, Minho and Jungkook are working on some car pieces. Jungkook shows him how to do it and I enjoy watching him and Minho fight playfully from time to time. It is cute to observe how Jungkook interacts with children or just generally with people. He knows exactly how to behave. He can be a child with a child.

Well, with adults he can also be a child.

But I don't mind. Just the opposite in fact. I think his personality is unique and this playful side of him was also one of the reasons why I developed feelings for him. He is playful, but when it comes down to it, he can also be very serious.

"Noona, watch me change the tires," Minho yells enthusiastically in my direction.

I run to the rear tire, where Minho is currently working on a tire and watch how his little hands hold the too big tool and twist the screws. His tongue sticks out adorably through his lips as he tries to impress me, concentrating hard on the job.

"You're doing great, Minho. If I happen to have a car one day, I'll come to you," I say, patting his head as he looks up at me with sparkling eyes.

Minho is a smart and charming little boy. That evening on Jungkook's birthday he was also present at the barbecue and he made my heart melt. For his age, he already knows a lot, and also the way he responds and respects us shows that he was raised very well.

"I guess you already have competition," I smirk sneeringly as Jungkook appears at my side and assigns Minho a new task.

I catch his tongue brushing against the inside of his cheek and he fires a short laugh. All the time I've been amusing myself with how he somehow became jealous every time Minho wanted to show me something or talked to me. It is kind of ridiculous that he is jealous of a 10-year-old boy, but somehow also nice to watch. I enjoy annoying him a little and that's something I do for the rest of the day.

I make little comments here and there about how cute he is and praise him when he finishes his work clean and fast. Jungkook tries to get my attention by showing me his work a few times, but I intentionally don't show much interest in it. I kind of feel bad to see how hard he tries. But to watch his effort to get my attention and when he doesn't have it, to see his lips form a cute pout and angrily watch me interact with Minho is just hilarious.

But I could tell that Jungkook's jealousy is not to be trifled with. He knows that Minho is no competition and therefore he is still a bit composed, but when it comes down to it, I know that he would not let his territory be entered. He would not stop marking and protecting what is his.

The whole day passes with us spending time together in the workshop and talking and laughing a lot. We ordered food because nobody wanted to cook anything and afterward Minho had to go home because it was already evening and he had to go to school the next day. I put the thought that I have to go back to work tomorrow in the back of my mind and I'm just helping Jungkook to place the tools into their box again.

"Minho is such a smart boy. I already love him," I say while picking up a dirty cloth from the floor and washing it at the sink.

"Yes, I could see that," Jungkook mumbles as he rolls his eyes.

"And the way he called me noona all the time was so heart melting. I want to pinch his cheeks." I challenge trying to suppress a smile.

As I attempt to walk past him, he grabs me by my hand and pins me to the car next to me, making me squeal because he caught me off guard. He traps me between his arms and tilts his head to the side while looking at me from top to bottom with fiery eyes. His gaze travels up to look me in the eyes again and I have to say that my underwear got a little wet at the sight.

"What is this fascination of yours about Minho, hmm?" he rasps, bringing his nose to my neck and dragging it up and down. My breath hitches and my heart skips a beat because the sudden closeness and dominance take me by surprise. The sensation of the almost nonexistent skin contact makes a shiver run down my spine and I let out a shaky breath.

That's exactly what Jungkook did. He could make me freeze with just a small gesture, with specific words or a glance of his hooded eyes, so that I didn't know how to act and all my confidence crumbled into dust. There is something about him that constantly drives me crazy. He brings his face back in front of mine and stares deeply into my eyes and through my soul as he licks his lips. The moisture on the swollen cherries takes all my attention and I look up into his eyes again as they form a knowing and triumphant smile.

"If you like it so much, I can call you noona too," he suggests purposefully deepening his voice.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're older than me." I gulp. I push him off of me to be able to breathe properly again and cool my probably tomato-like face. But to be honest, the idea is actually somehow hot.

"Are you gonna be a big baby about this because you're jealous of Minho?" I tease, gaining my composure.

"I'm big, but I'm not a baby. And I'm certainly not jealous over some poopie."

I burst out laughing at his reaction because it is so obvious that the exact opposite is the case. He may not be specifically jealous, but he is protective of what he sees as his own. And I seem to belong to that category as well. Normally I would mind that, but Jungkook is different. It's not toxic, he simply shows that he wants my attention and affection and not because he is insecure about himself and therefore has to shut all men out of my life.

"Okay, all right big boy," I wink as I bring my hands to his chest giving him a kiss on the lips. He doesn't kiss me back at first because he is sulky, but when I whine into the kiss he puts his hands on my waist moving his lips firmly against mine. Before the kiss starts going elsewhere, I pull back and smile triumphantly at him.

"You get away with everything, don't you?"

"Yes." I grin and take a glimpse of my wristwatch, gasping afterward because I have completely lost track of time. "Ugh, it's gotten so late. I'd better go now."

"Stay the night."

"I can't, I have to go back to work tomorrow and that would stress me out in the morning because I have to drive back to my apartment at like 5 am then."

"Okay." he pouts. "I'll drive you home."

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A/N: I wanted this chapter to be pure fluff but jealous Jungkook seemed tempting lol
Also, imagine waking up to this view