"Tonight?" Jungkook bends over the table and grabs the clothing, taking a closer look at it.

"Yes, I'm going out, but I won't have time to pass by my house before, so I'll change here," I explain, taking my jacket off. "Oh. Are you going out with your best friend?" he holds the clothing in his hands, looking at me.

"Her and a bunch of other friends. It's for a birthday," I say while untying my hair, Minjun staring at me. "And is it a big party or-"

"Kook, can you not interrogate her like that?" Mister Jeon quietens him down. "I'm just asking," he puts the dress back where it was and walks away.

"It's okay, Mister Jeon. I'm used to it," I chuckle, trying to make sure Jungkook does not feel uncomfortable. "That doesn't make it better at all. I can't imagine how many times this must have happened."

"I don't mind, so it's alright," I glance at Jungkook, aware of how this might affect him to hear those words from his dad. I sit down at the table as Minjun is still eating, and I look at Jungkook. "What do you think of the dress?" I rest my head on my hand.

"It's pretty," he slides his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, one of his legs bouncing. "Well, I gotta go now. See you later, and thank you for always being here, y/n," the head of the house grabs his car keys, heading to the front door. "No problem. Be careful on the road, Mister Jeon."

"Yes. See you, boys. I love you," he tells them, and once they answer with the same words, he steps out, closing the door behind him. As the house becomes silent, I set my eyes back on Jungkook. He is nibbling on his lips, staring at the table.

I wonder if his dad's remark made him feel bad.

A smile suddenly appears on his face, and he looks up at me, acting more nervous. "Can you stop staring?" he asks playfully. "I know you like my pretty face, but try to be discreet at least," he leans over the table and puts his chin on his hand as well.

"I just do what you do all the time," I tease him, trying to lighten the mood. "I think you're talking to the wrong guy because I never stare at anyone."

I laugh, knowing the truth as much as he does. I can't help but notice his eyes flicker down to my lips before quickly darting back up to meet mine.

"Sure, if you say so," I reply with a playful smile and move back to stretch, my back hurting since I woke up.

"So...Is it going to be a big party?" he brings this back up. "No, it's not really a party. We're just going out to a bar."

"You won't get drunk, right?" he worries. "No, I have to work tomorrow, so I'll stick to just one or two glasses," I say, taking my phone out to check if I have received any text from my best friend. "And how many guys will be there?"

"Four," I tell him, answering a text at the same time. "Four guys, and four guys? Can you at least trust them all?"

"I don't trust anyone to the full, so it doesn't really matter, but from what I've seen so far, they're good guys," I look up at him, laying my phone down.

He tilts his head and runs his fingers through his fluffy hair, gazing into my eyes with his pretty ones. "So that means I should worry?" he feigns a smile. "You don't have to worry about anything."

"Hm. Don't know about that," he makes a mess in his hair and looks down, toying with his bottom lip. "There's no reason to worry."

"There is. There are a lot of reasons," he says, his eyes meeting mine. "I said no. Stop contradicting me," I smile, but he barely does so. "Can't I come with you?" he pleads, his eyes filled with desperation.

"No," I look away. "You're staying home."

"Please," he begs, bending over and dropping his head on his arm. "I'll protect you. I'm not muscular yet, but I'm strong and tall. And if I pretend to be your boyfriend, no one will bother you."

I bring my eyes back to him, his doe eyes searching mine for an answer, making me fall so hard. "No," I lean closer to him, sticking my arms under my chest. "I can protect myself."

"Yeah, but it's better to have someone watching your back," he tangles his fingers in his hair, playing with it. I shake my head but notice a Band-Aid on the back of his hand in front of his face. I reach out for it and grab it. "What did you do?"

"Something dumb," he does not elaborate. "What's that something? Your other wound barely got enough time to heal, and you already hurt yourself again."

"I like having your attention on me, that's why," he grins and lowers his gaze to our hands. "I like when you take care of me."

"But I like it more when you take care of yourself," I give a gentle slap to his hand and playfully scold him. He dramatically fakes a moan of pain and makes an adorable face. "It hurts now."

"Does it?" I ask teasingly, knowing he's just being dramatic. "Yes, I need a magic kiss now," he asks for, forgetting his little brother is here. I bend over and kiss the back of his head. "Here. I'm sorry, baby boy."

The satisfaction appears on his face, and he straightens up, sitting in a proper position. "I feel much better now."

"Of course, you do," I scoff and stand up. We should get ready if they do not want to be late to school.

•••

4:40 pm.

"Y/n," Minjun calls my name as I tidy up the table they are sitting at. "Yes?" I leave the dishes and turn to face him. "Look, I made this for you at school," he hands me a piece of paper.

I sit down next to him and look at the drawing he made, smiling as I see the effort he put into it. It is a crayon drawing of a big heart with text inside and smaller ones surrounding it.

Dear y/n,

I just wanted to write you a letter because I miss you when you're not here. You're the best babysitter in the whole wide world! You make everything so fun, even boring stuff like cleaning up my toys. I like how you always listen to me, even when I talk a lot (sorry about that). You don't ever get mad when I do something wrong—you just help me fix it.

I wish you could be my mom. You'd be the best one because you're super nice and you give the best hugs and kisses. You also make the best food EVER (don't tell dad I said that, okay?).

I know you're just my babysitter, but I love you a lot lot lot. I hope you don't ever stop coming to see me.

Minjun

P.S. If you could stay forever, that would be awesome. ❤️

Some tears grow in my eyes, the sweetness and innocence of his words overwhelming me. "Thank you so much for this, sweetheart. You have no idea how much this means to me," I put it down and look up at him. I hold his face and press a kiss on his forehead, pulling him in a hug. "I love you a lot too."

He climbs on my lap and hugs me back. I squeeze him tightly. "This means the world to me. You're the best boy," I hold my tears back, not wanting to cry in front of him. "I'm happy you like it."

Jungkook not focusing on his work anymore, he grabs the drawing and takes a look at it.

"I'll put it in a frame and hang it on my wall at home," I say with a smile, Minjun not letting go of me. "What about me? I don't deserve a drawing?" Jungkook complains, getting Minjun to look at him. "We could only pick one person. I'll do one for you next time."

"Hm, sure," he pouts at him and gives me back the drawing. Minjun moves away and goes back to his chair. "I drew something for you last week! Did you already forget?"

"No, I didn't forget, but there weren't any words to tell me how much of an amazing brother I am," he annoys him, knowing he always shows him so much love without any words. "That's because you're not," he giggles. "Wow, everyone hates me here."

"No, I love you!" Minjun hurries to say, his genuine and soft smile leaving me with warmth in my heart. "Dad loves you too, and y/n does too. Right?" he peeks up at me for confirmation. I nod, gazing back into Jungkook's eyes.

He licks his lips, his leg suddenly bouncing in an obvious manner under the table. "You love me?" he raises his eyebrows, toying with a pencil in his hands. I move forward to drop my head on my fist and answer, "You know I do."

He fidgets on his chair and breaks eye contact for a brief moment, tapping his pencil in anxious rhythm against the palm of his hand. "I don't know. I rarely hear you say it."

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest as I realize he is right.

"But I do love you, even if I don't say it often," I speak softly, staring as I can tell he is struggling to maintain a neutral expression. He looks down at his book, nibbling on his lips. "I'm relieved to hear it."

"See, I was right the other day! She loves you too-"

"You didn't say nothing. What are you talking about?" Jungkook cuts him off, their eye contact lingering and exuding some nervousness from both sides. "Oh, true. I didn't," Minjun lies in one of the most evident ways ever. I chuckle and join the conversation. "The other day? Do you talk about me behind my back?"

I know Minjun cannot lie at all, and the fact this made Jungkook so uncomfortable only makes me more suspicious.

"Yeah, we like to talk about how annoying you are when you're not around," Jungkook speaks, his little brother not saying anything anymore. "Is that true?" I gape and direct all my attention to the quieter one, convinced I will get an answer from him. He glances up at Jungkook as if seeking permission before shaking his head. "We only say good things about you."

"And what do you say about me?" I smile, loving this exchange and the way Jungkook tries to keep him in check. "Nothing. We don't say anything, Minjun."

"I asked him that question, not you," I refuse to hear Jungkook. "And it's wrong to make your little brother lie."

"We're not lying," he bites his lips to hide a grin, the tip of his pencil hitting his book on repeat. "Oh, you are. You can hide it all you want, but your body language exposes you every time."

"Stop looking at my body," he cracks a joke and lowers his eyes. "See, when I tell you Minjun's a good boy, and you're not, that's the perfect example of what I'm talking about."

"Quit talking. I gotta study," he says, trying to change the subject. "Fine, keep lying to me," I say as I stand up and grab the drawing. I move towards my bag and lay it right next to it.

•••

6:40 pm.

As I finally finished applying eyeliner on both eyes, I step to the door of the bathroom and open it ajar, pressing one hand against my chest. "Jungkook? I need your help."

"I'm coming," he replies from the other side of the door. Right when I face the large mirror again, he comes in and slides his hands in his pockets. "Yeah?" he asks, gazing down at my dress.

"Look, I grab my phone and show him a picture. "I need you to close my dress exactly like this. So, you take this," I put my phone down, my other hand keeping my dress secure against my chest. I get hold of the long ribbon and show it to him. "And you pass it into every hole, then make a small bow at the end."

For a few seconds, he stares at me in confusion. "I...Okay," he finally says, taking the ribbon from me. I turn around to let him see my back where the ribbon is supposed to go. "Do you want me to turn the light on?"

"No, I'm good. That lamp is better," he shakes his head, his eyes fixed on the open back of my dress.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

The nervousness rising at the sight of her bare skin, with no bra strap to be seen. I step closer to her and first slide the ribbon through the first top loops of the dress. "I start here, right?" I check her expression in the mirror and see her nod in approval.

"And do I go, like, in and out, or out and in?" I ask, trying to make sure I'm doing it correctly. She stops applying some rosiness over her cheeks and frowns at me. "What do you mean?"

"Like..." I look down at her skin, holding the ribbon in one hand. I feel so lost. I lean over and look at the picture to see if I can figure out how to replicate the pattern. I zoom in on the loops. "Okay, I got it," I say, going back to it a little more confident.

"You sure?" she asks, hoping I do not mess up. "Yeah, don't worry," I focus, my finger brushing past her warm and soft skin. "Try to make it a little tighter when you get to my waist," she tells me, and I nod, determined to do my best.

Why do I feel so nervous and aroused? This is the first time I've seen her in this type of clothing. This is so difficult to concentrate on my task when all I can think about is how amazing she looks.

As I get to her waist, I do as she asked me and pull a little harder on the ribbon, but it causes her butt to bump into my crotch.

"Hey. Go easy, boy," she scoffs as I try to hide my growing excitement. "Well, you want it to be tight," I do not go lower but wait for her to tell me what to do.

"Not that tight. I'd like to avoid suffocating," she says, dropping her hands on the countertop. "I'm sorry," I smile and loosen the tightness. "Like this?" I look into the mirror for her reflection.

"A little...A little more loose, but a tiny bit," she says, fixing the cleavage on her dress. I glance down at her chest uncontrollably before looking back at the ribbon. I do as asked, sliding my hand inside to push against the fabric and adjust the fit to her liking.

My heart is racing. I just want to grab her waist and do so many things to her body.

"Like that?" I pull my hand out of her dress, my eyes meeting hers. "I actually prefer it a little tighter," she says, her voice sounding lower. "So hard to please," I mumble, grinning but doing exactly as she wants me to.

"You're one to talk," she lets out, getting my attention back to her face. "Me? I'm the easiest person to please. You just have to give me attention, a kiss, or a hug, and I'm satisfied."

"Yeah. You're right, but still. You like complaining," she grins, grabbing a jewelry. "I guess you're not entirely wrong, but anyway. Is it good now? Tight but not too much?"

"Hm, a little looser now- I'm joking," she quickly adds. "It's perfect like that."

"Alright," I continue to make my way lower until I reach the bottom. As I attempt to tie a pretty bow, I realize that our height difference is bothering me. "Could you bend over a little, please? I'm having trouble with the bow."

Her stare hardens, a smile playing on her lips. "You can't do it like this?"

"I'm serious. Why are you smiling?" I react the same way, knowing what she must be thinking. "Nothing, I'm gonna take this opportunity to apply my mascara," she grabs the smaller mirror and bends over for me, more than I expected or needed her to.

"Don't push or pull me, it's gonna mess up my whole makeup," she stares at her reflection, seeming very concentrated.

I silently observe her, feeling my hormones go wild due to our position. "Can I still do the bow?" I inquire, gazing at her parted lips. "Yeah."

I do my best to focus back on the bow, set not to let my thoughts stray further.

As soon as I finish tying it, I lay my hands over her hips. "Here, it's done," I drop my eyes to the reflection of her cleavage. I try to ignore the sudden rush of desire that courses through me and force myself to act casual.

"Thank you," she remains in the same position, focusing on her other eye.

Out of uncontrollable lust, I lean in closer to her, unable to resist the temptation. I put my hands on the countertop and hover over her, adding my reflection in the mirror. "Do I deserve something for doing such a hard job?"

She pulls the mascara brush away from her eyes as a laugh escapes her lips. "What do you want?" she finishes and straightens up, but I barely move back. "Something," I say, looking at her as she picks up two necklaces.

She holds them both and turns around, her body rubbing against mine. "And what's that something?"

I lick my lips, feeling my heart pound as we both make eye contact. "I...I don't know, you take me with you to that party?"

"That's not something valid," she says as she puts on a choker, drawing my gaze to her neck. "A kiss?" I whisper, feeling my cheeks flush. "Please?"

She smiles and holds my face in her delicate hands, and she softly plants her lips on my warm cheek. When she faces me again, I bite my lips and dive into the depths of her mesmerizing eyes, losing myself in her captivating gaze.

I feel like I'm falling into an endless abyss, completely consumed by her presence.

"I want to come with you," I plead for this once more, my voice barely audible over the thumping of my heart. "I promise I won't annoy you. I'll be quiet. I'll just be like a puppy, but I won't make a noise. Hm?"

"Like a puppy?" she smiles, not breaking eye contact. I nod. "Your puppy. People will think I'm just a pretty boy following you around, but I'll be there to protect you."

"A puppy without a collar means you don't belong to anyone," she plays along, going further than I would ever have believed her to. I grin and bring my eyes down to her throat, then move them to the other necklaces she left behind her. I grab the black one and hand it to her. "This would work, right?"

Without answering, she takes it and fastens it around my throat. She fixes the position of the clasp, the feeling of her fingers brushing past my throbbing pulse speeding up my blood flow.

She slides her hands down to my chest and admires the way this looks on me. "It does work, but I feel like you're more of a cat than a puppy. A clingy kitten," she heaves one hand to my face and touches the side of my it.

"That means you have to pet me," I unconsciously lean into her touch, feeling her brush her thumb over my cheek while staring. "Otherwise I'll be angry, sad, and touch-starved."

"I do that all the time," she slides her fingers over the back of my head and rubs it in slow circles. "Here?" she asks, despite knowing how I feel when she plays with my hair like that.

I nod, my eyelids feeling so heavy. As none of us break eye contact, she slows down and glances down at my lips, her fingers grazing down my neck. She looks back into my eyes, and a nervous smile spreads across her face.

She takes her hand off of me and turns away, scratching her throat. "Stop looking at me like that, please," she grips the countertop behind her, not showing as much confidence as before. "You can leave. I gotta...gotta tidy up."

"Am I distracting you again?" I cannot help but tease her, tilting my head to force her to look at me. For once, I am not the one feeling the most affected.

She fidgets in her spot and licks her lips, laying her hand over my chest. "Yes, you are," she pushes me away. As I stand still, I hide my hands in the pockets of my sweatpants and try to steady my breathing. I can feel my heart racing, the beat loud and frantic in my ears.

She focuses on tidying and cleaning up the mess she made with her makeup, and I stay here, leaning back on the wall while staring at her. Knowing I am still behind her, she raises her eyes up to my reflection and smiles. "Leave."

I shake my head, the same expression over my face. "I gotta use the bathroom you've been hogging for half an hour," I push my hands deeper in my pockets, concealing my hard-on as much as possible. "There's another one upstairs if you really need it that bad."

"No, I like this one better," I reply with a smirk. "Well, that means it's not that urgent then, so you can wait outside," she tries her hardest to hide the grin she constantly has on her face, looking down at her items.

"Hmm, no," I say, unable to take my eyes off of her. She does not respond, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she looks away.

"Did you feel something that you pushed me away like that?" I dare ask.