005

It's been a week.

Nothing much changed, except that Namjoon wasn't bothered by Yuri anymore. He actually benefitted himself by taking her help, he taught her various things in the fields of work.

"I like this." He nodded when she showed him the flower pot he gave her to grow, "You're growing it well." He complimented.

Her face lightened up and she grinned, "Thanks!" She said and jumped around, sometimes his heart would skip beats at her bright self, sometimes he'd want to throw her out, and sometimes she looked like a savior, the only thing he feared was that when she finds out the truth, how she'll feel and how she'll react.

Until then, he'll be himself. "Sir, can I have this?" She asked, pointing at the clothes in his hands, he'd bring things like this for her frequently, even though she often denied his kindness, he insisted that taking care of a woman is hard, but he'll do everything a girl would ever want.

However, he noticed her dull face everytime he said that, she'd tell him that some women have ambitions and dreams, they want to earn and become independent and not depend on men. He doubted if she counted herself in those noble women though.

"I thought women had dreams and ambitions and not depend on a man." He teased, stretching his hand out so she couldn't reach him. She blinked her eyes lovingly, "Sir, I said women, I'm a kid." She proudly stated, trying to get his hand.

"You know, you're the first ever female to ever touch me," He said, she knitted his eyebrows at him, before backing off from him. "So, are you offended by me touching you?" She asked.

Namjoon glanced at the fit of clothes in his hands, he'd took them out of many, trying to show off his amazing skills in everything, including getting clothes.

"Not really, I don't consider you a female. You're my mate." He said, her eyes widened and she backed off. "What? Mate? I don't think so. I'm not marrying you!" She whined, jumping around in resistance.

Namjoon leaned back against the table, a small smile forming on his face, it was incredible how comfortable she was around him, just like a child, sometimes, she'll even hold onto him without realising that he was a grown up man.

He realised how innocent and pure she was, and gradually, he grew into a relationship with her, which was as innocent and pure as her, he realised that she was only a seventeen year old teen after all.

"Sir!" She sang, pulling onto his hand. He flinched out of his thoughts at her call, looking down at her, she puckered her lips. "I'll not marry you, now give me the clothes." She said, reaching out.

He gulped, feeling mixture of love and guilt form in his throat, "I'm not asking you to marry me, by mate, I mean helper, friend, it doesn't has to be a lover. I don't see the word mate that way." He smiled, handing the clothes to her.

She tilted her head to a side, "And why is that? When all the other wolves see it that way, why don't you?" She asked, he pressed his lips in a tight lipped smile at her question.

"It's just that I see things differently, that includes humanity, work, beliefs, and even you. I don't see any clear humanity in humans when I see them, I don't think I'll kill animals just to fill my stomach, I don't believe in God, but he's here somewhere, he has to, someone is there who created this universe, right? And you.." He trailed off.

He walked closer to her confused form, "Do you know there are men with nothing but list in their eyes when they look at you? They don't care about your age, they're cruel, but I don't, I think of you as a..friend. You must think that I'm just self- appreciating, but I actually don't."

She could see the honesty and pureness in his dragon eyes, and for the first time, she could see how charismatic his presence was, normally, she'll just think about his care and care for her when she thinks about him, but right now,

She saw his beauty.

She realised that not only his heart, even his presence was pure, protected, he was amazing. His eyes had that glow of a great leader, his deep dimples whenever he smiled were eye catching, his hair looked soft, he was.. Beautiful.

She never thought she'll find herself thinking about his incredible beauty, but here she was, thinking about how amazing he looked, was. He won her heart.

"And that's why I tell you to be careful. I see you have passion, so don't let small things like struggle and pain make you give up, you're an ambitious kid, stay that way and follow to your dreams."

Her eyes shined with love when he patted her head, lightly stroking it, she felt comfortable and safe under his huge hand, a sigh of relief left her mouth, her eyes closing as she felt comforted.

He watched her with his smile growing gradually, "Why are you so comfortable?" He asked, she shrugged. "It's been a long time since someone patted my head." She said, feeling happy.

"You're unbelievable." He said, she hummed along with him, "Anything else, kid?" He mocked, she pointed at her forehead. "Kiss my forehead, they do that in movies!" He removed his hand from her head, poking her forehead.

"What did I just say? Focus on dreams and ambitions." He said, "And what are these mov-" She shrugged. "Forget about it." She said, puckering her lips at him.

"I'm going to change." She said, looking down at the clothes in her hand. "Thanks for this, sir." She said, running to her room. He watched her in amusement, how could one be this free and spirited, in his whole life, he'd never seen a girl as happy as her.

But, he wished she'll stay this way.