"Your favorite girl is here," Mister Jeon speaks, getting his son and me to gape and dart our eyes towards him. He smirks at him and walks towards the kitchen.

"What did you just say?!" Joonha shouts, rushing to him to hit his arm. "What?" he takes a bottle of apple juice out of the fridge. "Do you want me to repeat?" he passes by him but walks up to me, having his son follow every step he makes to hit him out of embarrassment. "Here, it's for you. Joonha told me you like juice."

"Thank you so much, Mister Jeon," I grab it and bow to him, happy to know I am going to drink some of one of my favorites. "Dad," Joonha interrupts our moment, so I keep quiet and open the bottle to take a sip and watch Joonha struggle.

"Stop annoying me," Mister Jeon laughs but goes away to not have to argue, and he takes hold of a pack of cigarettes, with a lighter. "Why would you say that in front of her?! She's going to believe it!"

While Mister Jeon is lighting his cigarette up, I move closer to Joonha and stand next to him. "Why are you nervous?" I gaze up at him and hear Mister Jeon's attractive laugh. Joonha's blue eyes stare into mine. "Keep quiet," he mumbles, and for some reason that I cannot deny, I smile in a scornful manner and shake my head.

All of a sudden, he leans forth but throws his arms around my thighs to puts me over his shoulder and carry me. "Joonha! My dre—" my sentence ends quickly as I felt myself abruptly go lower in his arms. "Here," he brings me to the stairs, the drink not leaving my hold. "We're gonna fight for this, dad," he warns his own father, and I take a peek at him to see his reaction, but he chuckles and takes a drag on his cigarette.

Unfortunately for me, he leaves my sight once Joonha walks up the stairs and heads to his bedroom. "Put me down," I punch his back, but he does not answer or listen, he waits to enter his room to close the door behind himself and drops me on his bed.

Now that I am free, I hurry to fix the bottom of my dress, relieved to be wearing shorts underneath. If I did not, both of these men would have seen my underwear. "You better not believe my dad's words, got it? You're far from being my favorite girl," he points his finger at me to sound rude, but I laugh at him. "No need to panic like that."

He glares at me but holds back from fighting, and he gets on his gaming chair. "You're having fun right now, but you were literally blushing while touching my abs."

"I was not," I assert myself, not accepting this lie. "I never blush."

"Your ears do," he exposes me when I thought he could not notice, so I ignore him and put my drink on his desk. "Oh, you shut up now."

"No," I lie down and take a look at my phone screen but feel his gaze on me. "Did my dad say anything in the car?"

"Why are you curious?" I peek at him and catch him glancing up in a hurried manner. "Because I wanna know if you talk about me behind my back."

"We do, all the time," I tell a falsehood, looking into his eyes and not glancing away. "Little shit," he kicks me in the calf without meaning to hurt for sure. "I know."

"And you're proud?" the corner of his lips curves up, and mine do the same. "Yes, I am."

"Get out of my bed," he gestures me to do, being disrespectful to an elder. "What if I don't?"

"I'll make you do it," his focus remains on me, and I drop my phone on the bed to sit up and lay my hands on the mattress. "Your dad is downstairs. I'll scream his name."

A smile forms on his face as if he was enjoying it too. "I'll cover your mouth before you could."

"Then I'll run and tell him about what you did," I do not give up, willing to win this. "I'll find a way to make you change your mind."

"Change my mind?" I ask for some explanation, wondering what he means by that, and he shrugs at me. "You touched my nipples without my permission yesterday."

"And?" I frown at him, getting where this is going but asking him to use the right words. "And I have the right to do it to you to take revenge."

"Do it, and I punch the shit out of you, jerk," I raise my eyebrows, fearing that he might be serious, even though I trust him and know he would never touch me inappropriately. "Then get your ass out of my bed."

Loving how responsive he is, I play with him and lie down. I stretch my legs and arms out and moan. "Ugh, this bed is so big and mellow," I roll over the blanket to be on my flat, grab and hug a pillow, and I rest my face on it.

Not hearing him do or say anything, I open my eyes and set them on him, still sitting on his chair and manspreading. The eye contact lingers for what feels like a long minute, both smiling at each other, but at some point, he stands up and does not even let me have time to react and flee away, he jumps on me and guards my body with his legs and arms.

I instinctively hug the pillow, feeling the weight of his body crush me in the mattress. "You decided to stay on my bed. You know what that means."  

"I don't," I turn my head to not have his whispers in my ear anymore but cause our faces to be at short inches away from each other, as short as a hair. "That is my bed, I told you to leave, but you didn't, so I can do what I want to you now."

Not standing how hot this situation makes me feel, I bring my eyes down to his lip ring, living this for the first time. I have never been in this type of situation before. "Hm? Why are you quiet now? Why are you nervous?" some satisfaction covers his features, so I avert my eyes from his but turn around, and the pendant of his chain hits my chin after he just moved to make sure I would not try to leave. "It's too late now. You should have gotten out of it when I told you to."

Out of nervousness, I smile and lift my hands up to his chest. "I'm capable of screaming, you know that, right?" I heavily gulp down but heave one hand up to his dangling earring. "Or pull on this."

"My dad doesn't like it when people hurt his son," he mentions his father again, being a coward. "And if it's his son who hurts someone?"

"Am I hurting you?" he gazes down at my body then back up at my eyes, having a point and complicating this for me. "So far, you haven't."

"And I won't," he affirms. "But I don't have to hurt you to make you scream, right?"

"You really have this type of thoughts on your mind all the time," I put my hands back on my body to not touch him, not judging him but realizing how similar we both are. "Just like you do," he says what I would not admit.

The beating of my heart speeds up, feeling affected by the earnestness he is showing. Knowing what he is doing to me, he plays on it and bites his lips, but his eyes land their attention on my neck, then they go lower to my chest. "Let me have my revenge," he looks up.

I shake my head and cover my breasts with my hands. "No. You can have it but not that way."

"Alright then," he pulls apart and gets on his knees, but he takes his t-shirt off. He drops it on the floor and bends over me again. "Spread your legs," his sentence sets my inside on fire and fills my stomach with butterflies. "Why would I? What are you gonna do?"

"You're touching me again," he peeks down at our chests, making me realize where my hands are. "You're the one touching me. You're invading my personal space, so move back if you don't want my skin against yours."

"Why are your ears red?" he makes fun of the reaction I cannot have any control over, not seeming bothered by the fact that his nipples are still against the back of my hands. "They're not."

"They are," he does not leave me alone, insisting on what I am shy about and which worsens it. "And they're getting even brighter."

"Your neck gets red when you're shy or embarrassed," I defend myself with the only argument I have. "And is it red now?"

"No..." I tell the truth, even if it does not help me, and he smiles. "Then shut up," he pushes his hips against mine. "Open those legs. You have to pay for yesterday."

"What are you gonna do?" I smile, shyly, drifting my hands away. "You seemed to want to scream so bad, so I'm gonna make you do it for a good reason," he uses the right words to hit a weak spot and make my skin burn. "I'll scream your dad's name. That's what I said."

He pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, dragging my attention down to his parted lips, but his hand covers my mouth. My heart is beating so hard. He cannot be the one doing this to me. He is not the one I fell for, but he is literally on top of me, shirtless, and so attractive, so how am I supposed to feel at this right moment?

"Remember when you called me a small dick?" he puts this forward, but I stick my tongue out to lick his hand and punch his thigh. "You do, right?" he applies more pressure on my mouth and tightens his grip. "I can show you how wrong you were right now."

To be able to say a word about that, I seize his wrist and pull it down. "You wouldn't dare."

A scoff runs out of his mouth, and he lays his hands on the sheets. "If you tell me you're okay with it, I stand up right now and take my pants off right in front of you. I'm not shy at all."

"Alright. Do it then," I do not fear to see him naked, strongly believing that all his self-assurance will disappear in the blink of an eye. He does not remain on me but moves back and gets up. He touches the waistband of his sweatpants, grabs the strings, but stares at me. "Are you sure you don't wanna change your mind?"

"Why are you trying to find an excuse to—" my voice does not escape me anymore as soon as I see his sweatpants end on the parquet floor. My lips part out of shock, and without understanding why, I only look up at his face to not see his growing erection under his underwear. "Such a cute girl," he mocks my reaction to this and puts his pants back on.

For a second, I thought I would see it dangle out of his pants, I do not know why, but the heat spread through my entire body.

"Shut up..." I sit up to not remain in an awkward position, and he goes back on his chair. "Tch, you just proved me you're a baby."

"I'm not!" I stick to it, not standing to hear this, but he scoffs, grabbing his headphones to put them around his neck. "True, I forgot you suck a lot of dicks, so neve—"

"Stop with that!" I throw a pillow at him, but he catches it before it could crash into his face, and he holds it against his torso. "It's so easy to make you mad," he smiles at me, this cute feature of him nearly covering up all the evil he hides inside. "Leave me alone and play with your friend who you want a blowjob from."

The pillow I threw at him some seconds ago gets sent back at me but hits my face. "You deserve even worse than that," he turns his chair to be focused on his computer and makes a group with Seunggil. "You're the one who started."

"No. You're the one who started with the blowjob thing," he directs his body towards me and spreads his legs, acting like he is innocent. "You shouldn't threaten me and look for trouble all the time."

"Join the group," he puts his elbows on the arms of his chair, ignoring the matter now that he has to admit he is at fault too. "And what if I don't want to play?"

"I don't care, you come," he gives me a baby smile and rests his chin on his hand, gazing at me with softness in his big eyes. "I wanna spend time with your dad instead. I told you."

"Fine. Then leave my room and go to him. He's probably working out right now," he tells me, not holding me back. He puts his headphones properly to cover his ears and joins his best friend.

Since I do not want to do as told, I get out of here, already planning on coming back in short minutes, and I walk down the stairs to look for Mister Jeon. I do not know which room is the gym one or office, so I check where Choco is but notice him running in the patio where the outdoor sofas and dining table are.

Is Mister Jeon outside?

I frown at this idea and head up to the glass doors to open and get out, but once I step out, the smell of cigarette confirms what I was not certain about. I step towards the grass to check behind the high bushes but see him sitting on the swinging bench, smoking and reading a book, in his pair of black trousers and white dress shirt.

Unable to stay quiet, I get noticed, and a smile grows on his face at the exact second that he catches sight of me. "Hey."

"Hey, am I bothering?" I hold my hands behind my back and step a little closer, but he shakes his head. "You're not at all. What's happening?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to spend time...here..." I do not specify with a 'with you' so that I am not obvious, and he lets go of his book to pat the spot next to him. "You can come here then."

I take this invitation and accept it without thinking twice. I inch closer to him and sit down right by his side, but his eyes follow me while he is smoking, the sound of the small fountain on his right making me feel relaxed.

"Was Joonha annoying you?" he asks, always suspecting that his son is the cause of me going towards him. "No. He's playing with his friend right now, but I didn't really want to join the game."

"Oh," he nods and taps the ash off the cigarette to stick it back between his soft lips and puff on it. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?" he blows everything out but not in my direction.

I always hated cigarettes and the disgusting smoke people blow at my face because they do not care about others, but right now, the smoke does not even bother me.

"No, I'm fine, and thank you again for the juice," I mention the drink he gave me, and a smile forms on his face. "I wasn't sure which one to pick, so I'm glad you don't dislike it," he licks his lips and sticks his book between his thighs. "Joonha told me that you'll stay for dinner though, but I don't want you to expect anything amazing today because I might fail."

"Don't say that, I know you'll cook something delicious again," I reassure him, refusing to believe that he could mess it up. "I already failed a dish once, so I'm warning you in case."

"Once? That's all?" I raise my eyebrows, getting the confirmation that he is close to being perfect as I thought. "Yes. I put too much salt in it, and both Joonha and I couldn't eat it at all, so we had to throw it out."

"I like salty food, so even if you put too much salt in it again, I'll eat it to not waste it. There's always a way to cover it up," I speak out of experience, not even remembering how many times I messed up my food. "Really? Are you used to doing it?" he chuckles at me, and I confirm the truth I wish was a joke. "Yeah. Many times."

His soft laughter runs away from his lips, and I cannot help but smile at the sound of it. "I can teach you how to cook if you want. It's easy."

"Really? You'd give me your secret recipes?" I intertwine my hands to rest them on my lap, and he pulls the cigarette out. "Yeah, but you'll have to keep them to yourself and not share with anyone."

"I won't, I'll keep them secret. Don't worry about that," I give him my word but grin, reveling in this moment with him only. "Good, I trust you. I finish my cigarette, and we can cook lunch together."

"Wait, for real?" I cannot restrain my surprise and excitement since I thought it was low-key a joke, but he breathes the smoke out and affirms what he stated. "Of course. Did you think I wasn't serious?"

"Kind of," I answer with honesty and see how amused this makes him. "I was serious. You can come with me and learn to cook, but you don't have to."

"I want to," I do not reconsider this, and he straightens his back, seeming pleased by my enthusiasm. He stands up but leaves his book next to me, and he stays close to the ashtray to finish his cigarette, standing near it with one hand in a pocket of his trousers.

Since we both are remaining silent, I lean back to wait for him to be ready, and I raise my chin to have a glance at his neck tattoos I always get attracted to. Then his strong forearms that are exposing some more of his sun-kissed, tattooed skin.

He is so unreal.

"You're not very chatty, am I wrong?" he prevents the quietness from lasting, and my eyes meet his deep ones. "You're right," I do not lie about what cannot be hidden, and he finally stubs his cigarette out. "It's alright, I've never been either," he leans closer to me but only to get his book, and he steps back. "You can come if you want to cook with me."

I rise from my spot right away and give him the answer, and he leads the way to the inside to make us go back in, but he also brings Choco with us and leaves the door open. He passes behind the sofa to head towards the dining table to put his book down on it, and he goes to the kitchen, so I stand near him but do not make sure to not stick to him like glue.

"Alright," he washes his hands to be ready to cook, so once he is done, I do it as well. "Let's start with the vegetables. A part of the meal is already cooked so there's not much to do," he takes some of the ingredients out of the fridge, but Joonha already ruins this moment by interrupting. "Choco, baby!" he calls him and gets the puppy to rush towards him for a hug, and my eyes take a peek at his body. He is still shirtless.

"He's still mad about earlier, right?" Mister Jeon whispers to me, smiling with satisfaction. "I think he is," I scoff, uncontrollably but hear Joonha say my name. "So you're indeed just here for my dad..." he exposes me right in front of the concerned man, but out of embarrassment and nervousness, I hit his shoulder. "Stop lying."

"I'm not," he chuckles, standing next to me with Choco remaining near his feet. "What are you cooking?" he sticks his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, and I shrug, not knowing the answer to this. "Kimchi pancakes filled with cheese, and fried eggs on the side."

"I don't think I asked the question to you, Sir," the bitterness of earlier's issue remains inside of him and makes him pitiful, but Mister Jeon does not even express any offense. "Alright then. You'll cook your own meal and serve yourself, young man."

I smile but peek up at Joonha, who seems to have changed his mind. "Well...You're the one who made me, I didn't ask to be here, so you have to feed me until I leave."

"You're twenty, you're supposed to be gone since your nineteenth birthday," he smirks and glances at him, both of them arguing like two best friends. "But parents should financially support them since we did not ask to live and deal with all this shit."

"Do you think I asked to be here?" he slides the slices of bell peppers into a bowl. "Oh, so you decided to take revenge and do the same to me?"

He cracks a smile, and he answers with a nod. He is lying for sure. "Exactly, now deal with it. I've been doing it for nearly forty years already, so don't complain."

"Tch. You should be ashamed," he lacks comeback and lets his father have the last word. "I'm not," he steps back to head to the sink and clean what he cut, so I briefly look at Joonha and drop my attention down on his thin chain, remembering the way it was dangling when his body was on top of mine.

This still gives me butterflies, I do not know what to think.

"Such a pervert," he mumbles and bumps into me to walk away, and I do not even say anything about it. I watch him look for something in a cabinet, then I focus on his father, wondering what I could do to help.

"What can I do?" I hold my hands behind my back, inching closer, and he points his finger at the pan. "You can put some oil in it. It's to cook the bell peppers and onions."

"Okay," I get to work to finally be useful.

30 minutes later...

"Dad," Joonha heads up towards us as Mister Jeon is washing the dishes and that I am toweling them. "What?"

"Could we go to the pet shop this week? I wanna buy Choco a new bed. Look at this," he turns his phone towards him, and Mister Jeon stops what he is doing for a moment, not moving and unknowingly offering me some time to glance down at his exposed forearms. "It's cute. We'll go next Friday, is it okay?" he continues the task.

"Yeah," he does not complain about it but comes closer to me, so I keep my eyes on him, and he shows me his phone. "Look how adorable this is."

I take a peek at the screen to see the dog's bed he has been talking about, and as soon as I catch sight of it, I smile and nod. "It is. Isn't it a bit too big for him though?"

"No," he disagrees. "Nothing's too big for my little king," he reminds me of how precious and spoiled his puppy is, and I chuckle but cannot help finding it cute. "True."

"You'll sleep on it when you're being disrespectful to us," he stands right next to me and leans back on the counter, smirking at me but teasing me again.

He will never get sick of doing it.