It's been a little more than two weeks since I last saw Jungkook. I had so much on my mind with the new project that I didn't even have time to stop by his place for a few minutes or invite him to my place. There was always something coming up, either I was too tired, had to work overtime or he was the one who was busy. Last week Jungkook also went out of town with Taehyung because he apparently needed a piece for the car and they decided to stay for a few days to sightsee the city.

So, I can say that I miss him like crazy.

And it's crazy because I can't remember ever missing a person the way I miss him. We talked on the phone and had video calls all the time, but that is not the same as having him next to me, being able to touch him or kiss him. I missed his laughter, his goofiness, and his reassuring presence. Simply him in general.

Anyway, today the missing has come to an end because Jungkook is back in town and I will go and visit him in his workshop. I haven't told him that we have already finished our project, so he still thinks that I'm working today and again have no time for him. It was hard to resist his pout over video call and tell him a little lie, but I wanted to make him a surprise by bringing him food which we can eat together.

After saying goodbye to Nora, I get into her car, which I borrowed for today because I don't feel like taking the subway to Jungkook and carrying food around with me at the same time. So I'm heading over to Aunt Miran's to have her prepare something delicious for us. I can't forget the taste of the ramen I ate with Nora and all the other dishes Jungkook had packed for our first date. I don't know how she does it, but this woman creates masterpieces with her bare hands.

I park the car carefully on the roadside opposite the small restaurant and as I approach the entrance my nose is already filling with the delicious smell of homemade food. I could literally eat here every day without getting fed up with it. I open the door to the restaurant, the bell above me ringing before I'm greeted by the cozy interior, which has already taken my breath away on my first visit. Nothing has changed. The tables are still in their place, the dark green painted walls contrast with the golden decorations and there are not many guests like the first time.

"Elaine, dear. How nice to see you again!" coming out of the kitchen and with a big smile reflecting on her lips, aunt Miran takes me in her arms and a warm feeling fills my inside. It reminds me of the old times when my grandma was still alive.

"Thank you, Aunt Miran, it is also nice to see you again and to be able to eat your delicious food." I smile with all my teeth on display.

"It makes me happy to see you guys eating. What can I prepare for you?"

Thinking hard about what I can choose from these countless delicious dishes and because I don't know if Jungkook will be satisfied with just one dish, as he is really a glutton, always putting the blame on his muscular body, I look at the menu that is attached to the wall near the counter.

"I think I'll have two portions of bibimbap and one portion each of bulgogi and kimchi fried rice," I say, still looking at the menu and wondering if that's enough for both of us.

"That's quite a lot for a petite girl like you." Aunt Miran laughs, her eyes wide as she seems to be experiencing the shock of her life.

"Oh, no, this is for two people."

"For Jungkook and you?" she asks and my eyes go wide at her right guessing. I look around me shyly, a blush is rising on my cheeks and my state exposes me. "Don't worry, I saw it the first time you came here by the way he was looking at you. And of course by the amount of food I had to prepare for him. He really likes you. He's a good kid, Elaine."

She pats me on the shoulder with a smile and I give her a shy smile in return before she disappears behind the counter again to prepare our food.

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Standing in front of his workshop again after a few weeks and knowing that I'm about to see him causes a certain excitement in me. Although we are very close and I feel very comfortable with him, he still manages to make me nervous, so that my palms start to sweat and my heart starts to beat faster. He is exactly the person I have been wishing for. I want this feeling, as if we are seeing each other for the first time, to never fade away, I want the spark between us to always shine and never die.

I take the food that Aunt Miran has prepared and neatly packed for us from the back seat and check my appearance in the mirrored window of the car. Before I move in the direction of the workshop, I comb with my fingers one last time through my hair. Arriving at the big gate, I look inside the workshop, but Jungkook is not in sight. However, I know that he must be here somewhere because he said so last night and besides, he wouldn't leave the gate open, even if he only had to go somewhere for a short time.

So I place the bag with the food on the small table next to the sofa where we usually sit when I come to visit him and where Jungkook sometimes falls asleep on it, then I take off my jacket because the excitement makes the weather seem even hotter than it is. A few footsteps can be heard behind me and I turn around where I'm approached by the person I have been longing for all this time. His eyes widen and a surprised smile falls on his lips as he approaches further and further.

"Baby?" he sings, his arms opening and I run the last steps between us over to him before jumping into his arms. He catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck, taking in the familiar scent.

He had gotten used to calling me 'baby' and other cute names lately, which always left me flustered. I can say that from day to day we are getting closer and closer if that is still possible. I felt very comfortable with him from the beginning, but the little dates and phone calls made me long for his presence as if he was the air I needed to breathe. I couldn't imagine being without him, my thoughts were constantly buzzing around this man who is holding me firmly in his arms right now as if there is no tomorrow and as if we are the only living beings in this world.

He slowly puts me down on the ground again and before I can register what happens, his luscious lips, which left me breathless each time as if I was tasting them for the first time, land on mine to share a long kiss. Our lips melt together as if they were made for each other and I fall into his touch, his arm safely around my waist to keep me from falling because my knees seem to be losing their strength. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss and I move my fingers moaning from his chest up to his hair to brush my fingers through it.

But just as my fingers are running through his black hair, I realize that I don't have much room until my fingers have combed through it completely. I moan into his mouth to pull back from the kiss so I can look at him and just then I notice that his long and curly hair is now straight and freshly cut. I pout at the sight.

"You cut your hair," I say a little disappointed because I loved his long hair.

"Yes," he licks his lips because of the makeout session we just had, his lips red and swollen. "I know you loved my long hair. But it will grow out again, don't worry, then you can pull it roughly again." he wiggles his eyebrows and I slap his shoulder because of his comment.

"I thought you were at work today and was already disappointed we couldn't spend our Saturday together." he pouts.

"I wanted to surprise you," I say, pecking his lips as I put my hands back on his chest and remove nonexistent fuzz from his shirt. "I brought us food from Aunt Miran."

"Really?" he peeps, his eyes big and bright as he looks excitedly down at me and I nod laughing. "Oh yes, baby. You just know how to make my day better."

"So food is all that makes you happy. Not me?" I tease, of course I already know that I have a different place, but food is one of his favorite things in the world.

"You know you're my favorite dessert," he smirks, placing sensual kisses all over my neck and a shiver runs down my back.

I giggle as he finds a very specific point on my neck that he identified as my weak spot a long time ago, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as he starts sucking on it. His hands move from my waist behind my back and down to my ass where he gives both cheeks a good squeeze. His skillful lips move from my neck up to my jawline, across my cheeks, and finally, find their intended target. He captures my lips with his and we kiss desperately to make up for the time we haven't seen each other.

I don't know what exactly it is about his lips that makes me so greedy for them so that he leaves me breathless every time. It is either the taste that is as sweet as honey or the softness that makes every cloud and every silk in this world jealous. I don't care if I run out of oxygen in my lungs and if my head starts to spin, because my thoughts revolve only around him and his lips, which devour me so well.

"God, I missed you so much." he groans between kisses and finally completely takes over my lips again.

With a heavy heart I pull back from the kiss, tapping on his chest because just between all the thoughts that have revolved only around him, I realize that we still have a meal ahead of us that we should devour before it gets cold. It's always the same again and again, that Jungkook leaves me with a head just full of him, so that I forget everything around me and find myself in a realm full of feelings I've never felt before, and with a tummy full of butterflies. He bites my lower lip and pulls on it, causing my legs to rub against each other.

"We should eat first and then continue." I breathe, my cheeks blushing and my lungs filling with air again, which makes my organs seem to thank me for.

A low growl echoes from the deepest corners of his chest as he rolls his shoulders back and pulls himself together. Ignoring the bulge that I felt on my thigh a few seconds ago, I run to the small table where I put the bag of food, spreading all the containers on the surface. Jungkook's duality shows itself again when he sits down on the sofa clapping his hands and looking with big doe eyes at all the dishes I ordered for us. I hope there will be something left for me too because I haven't had breakfast yet and Jungkook just looks like he could devour a whole chicken by himself.

After Jungkook and I have finished eating, I clean up the leftovers while he continues his unfinished work so we can enjoy our time together in peace. I wash my hands and dry them on a towel before I move from the small kitchen located in the corner of the workshop over to the cars. I have to say that I really like to spend time in the workshop and I don't mind watching Jungkook concentrating on the repairs all day long. I walk to the car Jungkook is currently working on and I see him lying on the ground trying to check something under the car.

I really like the view in front of me, the tight jeans he decided to wear today are hugging his thick thighs, which I have become addicted to somehow, and his ass is on full display. He doesn't have a big ass, but it is well-shaped and firm. It makes me kind of envious because mine looks like a potato in comparison. I guess that means I should go to the gym with him more often and do squats because it seems to work out well for him.

"Nice view," I smirk as I stand behind him. Must Jungkook always be the one who makes such perverted observations? Of course not.

"It's all yours." he laughs as he looks up at me from his position, an amused look in his eyes that shows that he really did like it. Maybe I should be so bold more often.

Just as I'm about to land a smack on his butt I hear from outside how a car with squealing tires makes a turn into the street and although the street is short, this person doesn't seem to know any rules and presses hard on the gas pedal again until it makes a strong braking in front of the garage. We have already heard through the tires and the engine that someone is approaching the garage, but this person seems to want to draw attention to their presence by honking the horn. I get even more agitated by these noises, because I can recognize every squeak and rumble of the engine and who this car belongs to even before I have seen them.

A deep groan leaves my lips as I turn towards the big gate and start taking big steps in its direction. I hear Jungkook getting up from the floor and dusting off his clothes before he follows me with slow steps. My prediction turns out to be correct when I arrive at the big gate, seeing the famous sports car and my eyes roll with rage. The car approaches to enter the garage through the gate, but I get in the way to stop it.

She waits for me to get out of her way, I see through the windshield that she looks at me confused and makes a gesture with her hand so that I step out of the entrance. I cross my arms in front of my chest, my stubbornness taking over all my senses and I raise an eyebrow in challenge.

"Do you want to give me a ticket, officer?" she asks annoyed as she gets out of the car and stands in front of me walking a few steps. I look at her from top to bottom, the chosen outfit clearly showing for what purpose she came here.

"What are you talking about?" I ask back, frowning.

"I don't know. I thought you were a traffic cop now because you are blocking my way," she smirks, taking her expensive sunglasses off her nose, which is far too perfect.

Something about her makes me so angry every time that I just want to launch at her. Her tongue is sharper than any knife and she always manages to test my nerves and patience when I see her. It is not even my fault, it is her nature and personality that makes her so unbearable. The first time Nora introduced us to each other when we went to the mall together, I was quite nice to her. I greeted her friendly and polite, but she seemed to have something against me, which almost ruined my day with Nora. And then there is the thing with Jungkook, where she just has to come between us all the time. I'm not really the jealous type, but the way she dresses and behaves clearly shows what her intentions are, and not only that, she makes Jungkook uncomfortable. And that is something I don't tolerate.

"I don't have time for games, Ashley. What are you doing here?"

"Well, if I read the directions correctly, this is a workshop and I think you're smart enough to know what people do here," she explains mockingly.

"I know what you do in a workshop, but I'm telling you today for the first and last time in a polite tone that I don't appreciate you coming here so often. It's not appropriate, I know what your intentions are."

"And who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?" she snaps, taking another step towards me, but I don't let myself be intimidated a bit. On the contrary, I find it laughable.

Just as I'm about to turn around and call Jungkook to my side, because apparently, he has better things to do than standing by his girlfriend, I spot him standing behind me, quietly watching the whole scene. His surprised gaze constantly jumps between me and Ashley as he scratches the back of his head with his hand. He looks first at me, then at her, and then back at me as if he doesn't know what to say and as if he likes the scene in front of him.

An amused smirk lies on his lips, which I would like to punch out of his face just thanks to my anger. I look at him with a 'are you serious' look, which makes him clear his throat and finally put him next to me.

"Well, my boyfriend and I are of the same opinion." I grab Jungkook by the hand and give him a hard squeeze, which makes him wince in pain but quickly regain his posture. "Right, baby?"

"Boyfriend? I thought you don't do relationships, Jungkook?" she raises her eyebrows at him and her questions cause another storm to break out inside of me which, not to freak out completely, makes me squeeze Jungkook's hand again.

"Well, that was before Elaine. And I really think you shouldn't come here so often anymore. It's not appropriate." Jungkook chirps, his voice heard for the first time in this conversation.

Ashley simply scoffs, throwing her hair back from her shoulder as if she didn't care about what he said, and runs stomping her feet back to her car without saying anything. I smirk in victory at finally getting rid of the pain in the ass hopefully forever, waving at her with a fake smile as she drives out of the garage entrance with her famous squealing tires and disappears in the distance out of sight.

The agitation still flows through my veins as I turn around with a sigh and enter the inside of the workshop. Reaching for a wrench, stronger and louder that is, I place it in the box intended for it and try to distract myself with some tasks so as not to jump on the only person who is sneaking up on me from behind, which I sense by its warmth.

"That was so hot," he whispers into my ear, bringing his hand to my waist and turning me towards him so that I'm trapped between the car behind me and his arms. "I love it when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. And don't think that I didn't see the amused look on your face. Thanks for that." I roll my eyes to express my distaste over his silence on the whole matter. It's not that I can't stand up for myself and him or that Ashley can get me down, but I would have been a little relieved if he had said something earlier.

"You've done very well on your own. Plus, you called me 'baby' for the first time." he smirks, rubbing his nose up and down my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine as my eyes close at the sensation. It pisses me off a little that Jungkook always gets his way out of things with just a touch, a look, a few words. He knows I can't resist him and that is something dangerous.

"Is that so?" I whimper as he starts to leave open-mouthed and wet kisses all over my neck.

"Yeah, and it fucking turned me on," he growls. He brings his eyes back up and looks at me with hooded eyes. His irises are dark like the night, something I've noticed when he's serious or turned on. The lust and desire in his eyes are screaming for my body and the long time we haven't been intimate gets the best out of him as he grabs me by the chin, sliding his tongue over his lower lip. And his next command causes my underwear to soak.

"Get in the car."

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A/N: Finally we got rid of Ashley lol

I published a new book. You can check it out if you want, it would mean a lot to me❤️