- Next day -

Monday, August 2nd, 2021.

6 am.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Y/n," a male voice wakes me up, taking me out of a peaceful and great dream. I hum to answer him, not moving but feeling good in the warmth my body and blanket hold me in. "You should wake up. I gotta drive you back home before my dad needs his car."

Drive me back home?

The sound of his voice repeating the sentences in my head echoes through my head, and the more I hear it, the more I realize what this means.

Once I am awake enough to understand, I open my eyes to the full and whirl around. "What time is it?" I panic, seeing some amusement in Joonha's blue eyes. He peeks down at his phone, seeming ready and far from looking as pathetic as I do. "Six. You slept like a damn baby in my bed the whole night. So unless you wanna stay here today, you should wake up, have breakfast with us, and let me drive you home."

I do not let him say anything more but throw the blanket away from my body to get out of the bed. "Why didn't you wake me up last night?" I look for my phone in a rush, freaking out about the time I have left to have my morning routine. "I didn't want to ruin your sleep. You seemed to be feeling so good on my bed, I Iet you have it for the whole night, so don't be mad at me. You're the one who fell asleep."

"I'm going to be late, dammit," I run out of the room to leave and make fast to go downstairs but hear Joonha follow me from very close. "Don't you start at nine?"

"I do, but I have to be there one hour before the shop opens so that I don't feel stressed out, so I gotta go back home, take a shower, brush my teeth, pick up my clothes and catch the bus at around seven, this is not enough," I grab my bag to check what is inside and make sure I have not forgotten anything in the house. "Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I do not blame him for it since I am the one at fault, and I quickly walk to the kitchen to drink some grape juice, even though I need to pee. "Does that mean you're not eating breakfast with us?"

"Yeah, I can't," I swallow some more juice before putting it back in the fridge, and I go back to Joonha to put my shoes on and tie my hair up to look less insane. "Well, maybe another day then," he shows what looks and sounds like disappointment, so I gaze at his face to check what is wrong, but he stares at me while I am trying to fix my hair.

"Your makeup is all smeared," he smiles at me, making fun of my ugly morning face. "It's still better than my face with no makeup, trust me," I squat down to now tie my shoes, but Mister Jeon's voice causes a wave of anxiety to take over me. "Good morning, y/n. Are you already leaving?"

I peek up at him but pass my fingers under my eyes to try to get rid of the darkness my messy makeup must have left on my skin. "Good morning, Mister Jeon. Yes, I gotta go or I'll be very late for work. I'm sorry for not leaving yesterday and-"

"Don't be sorry," he cuts me off and greets me with his beautiful features full of sympathy and gentleness. "You seem to have had a really good night," he chuckles, making me feel like my face is showing more than I wish it was. I must look like shit. "I did. I did have a good night. I haven't slept so well in months," I nervously scratch my arm, feeling dumb and uncomfortable for sleeping in their house and troubling them.

"Well, I'm glad you rest a lot. I hope you'll have a good day, you can come back whenever you want," he stands next to a chair at the dining table on the right, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and gripping the back of the chair with the other. "Thank you very much, Mister Jeon," I bow to him. "I really enjoy my time here."

"Thanks to you. It was fun cooking with you yesterday," he does not forget about it or brush it off as if this was nothing, and the joy this brings me gets a smile to appear on my face. "It was for me as well," I seize my bag to hang it around my shoulder, and I turn towards Joonha to tell him we should go.

"See you, dad," he says goodbye to him, so I bow to this sweet and caring man to do the same. "Have a good day, Mister Jeon."

"Have a good day too," the words leave his mouth, and I get out of the house with Joonha. He closes the door so that we can both head to the car right away, and he hurries to do so just for me. He unlocks the car, gets inside, and I join him to not waste time.

"Damn," I breathe out and buckle my seat belt on while he is turning the ignition on. "For how long did I sleep?"

"We went to my room around eight after eating dessert, then we talked and fought a little while I was playing, and you fell asleep not long after that," he turns his head to drive backwards. "So you slept for nearly ten hours straight. I don't know how you do that."

"I don't know either, I usually wake up at least three times throughout the night," I open my bag to look for my pocket mirror. "You must have poisoned me or something," I do not say it seriously, but my lips part once I face my reflection. "Holy fuck..." I hold back from crying, finding myself horrible to look at. "What?" Joonha does not understand, but I shut my mirror and throw it in my bag to close it. "Nothing. I look like shit."

"Shut the fuck up, you don't. Dumbo," he compliments me in his own way, being rude but sweet at the same time. I chuckle at this method but do not believe him. His eyes do not pay attention enough to all the flaws that mine do, otherwise, he would reconsider that statement.

"You didn't even take the cookies I got you yesterday," he reminds me of the rest of the Yakgwa I literally forgot I ate. It feels like that meal was just in my dream. "I can't eat them at my house, remember?"

"Oh, true..." he expresses the same emotion as I did through my voice. "Isn't there a day of the week when you leave work earlier?"

"No, I always finish at four, but it's not that late, it's normal hours, and my job is not tough, so I'm not complaining," I do not say anything about it since I find myself pretty lucky. "Yeah, and your boss seems great. Isn't he?"

"He is," I confirm with no unsettled opinion. Moosaeng is an awesome man, so I will never dislike him. "Much more than I am from what I understood..." he arouses pity to make me the bad guy when I did not ever say that. "When did you hear me tell you that?"

"I just know you think that," he assumes what will never be true, so I answer with a sigh and look at the road. "You're as dumb as I am," I do not mean my words but quickly speak more to not give him enough time to say a word. "But kind. You got me some cookies yesterday, you were caring because of my period, and you let me sleep on your bed for the whole night, so you're kind, nonetheless."

"Finally, you recognize the truth," he gives a small tap on the steering wheel with his skinny hand. "Took you long enough."

"I gave you a hug though, you should tell me I'm kind as well," I behave like a shameless girl, and a scoff full of outrage slips out of his mouth. "You are so brazen. I deserved that hug, girl. Okay? I'd even have deserved a kiss."

"Don't even think about it happening one day," I do not restrain myself from smiling, and he raises his eyebrows, showing offense and pain. "I know. No need to remind me how cruel and heartless you are."

"Tch," I shake my head without saying anything about this to not even attempt to defend myself.

20 minutes later...

"Here, finally. Get your ass out of my dad's car, ungrateful brat," one of his brain cells explodes right when we are about to leave each other, but since I do not accept such disrespect, I punch him in the arm. "Don't talk to me like that, you jerk," I put my bag over my shoulder and open the door, but he responds to my hit with a hard slap on my thigh. "Little shit."

I giggle but get out of here. "Goodbye," I grip the rim of the door to be ready to slam it. "And tell your dad I enjoyed my time with him."

"I won't," he lies to me, pretending to not be the type to tell everything to his dad as if he did not want to keep anything to himself. "Thank you," I slam the door to close it, and I step back so that he can leave, both of us looking at each other since the window is rolled down. "You can go. Bye," I wave at him.

"Bye, baby girl!" he shouts in one of the loudest ways ever, enough for the whole neighborhood to hear him sound and clear. "Daddy loves you a lot and will come pick you up whenever you want him to, my little pussy!" he dares to humiliate me, so I rush towards the front door to not have to live this, but he does not stop. He honks. "See you, my baby girl, and make sure to eat and work well to make daddy proud of you! I love you-" his voice does not reach my voice anymore once I close the door behind me, and I pray for my stepmother to not be here, to not have heard anything of those words.

I drop my bag on the floor and head upstairs but text this dumb man.

[ I fucking hate you >

< don't be mean to daddy or he'll come and punish you rn☹ ]

[ shut up or I tell my mom you're here and wanna talk to her >

< 🚙💨 ]

I giggle at how accurate this is and step inside my room to get ready for work.

•••

5 pm.

After a long and busy day at work, I heavily drop my showered and relaxed body on my bed, and I let a moan full of satisfaction and pleasure out. This feels so good. Best feeling ever.

Finally enjoying some chill time, I take my phone and check the texts I have not been able to answer until now but read Joonha's one first.

He only sent me one today, he must have been busy as well.

< do you like sticky buns? ]

I do not even know if he is being serious anymore.

[ I'm scared to answer that question but yes I do >

< lmaoo for once I'm serious. They added this to the menu at the cafe where I work so I wanted to know if you'd like to eat some for breakfast one day ]

[ sure, I love them and cannot remember when I last ate some >

< I'll get a few ones on Saturday and pick you up for breakfast if you want. Honestly, I tasted them and they're so damn soft and not too sweet, they're lit ]

[ you already miss me, don't you? >

< just wanted to make sure you eat well, nothing else, dont misunderstand my intentions' - ' ]

[ sure:> I'm down for it tho, and I'm hungry now because of you >

< what did you eat today? ]

[ tasteful and thick onion soup. I'm so full and satisfied, you have no idea:) >

< come to daddy's house baby, he's gonna satisfy you:) ]

[ the emoji makes it even creepier but ngl I miss your big cozy bed >

< honestly, I just got home a few minutes ago but I can come pick you up. You'll have to sleep with me on the bed too tho cuz I miss my bed as well and won't go back on the chair bcs my entire body is hurting ]

< also note that I sleep naked most of the time ]

[ I don't wanna feel something poke my butt or back so I'll stay in my bed >

< why would it poke you? It has to be hard for that to happen ]

[ true. And it's so teeny weeny I won't even feel it >

< exactly so no need to be scared. Nothing will happen. I'm not like those guys who accidentally cheat on their girl by accident. It can't happen to me, my dicks too small to accidently end in a girl, so no need to worry, you're safe with me:) ]

[ oh yeah, those types of "accidents". You can see the good side of having a small one, those accidents will never happen to you >

< yeah, but I'm single rn anyway so who cares if my small dick slips into a girl by accident ]

[ well, that girl obviously >

< i know I'm talking in terms of "cheating" and "girlfriend". I'm not a sicko, I ask for consent first. My worm respects the green and red light ]

I laugh at this dumb sentence that I would never have expected to read in my life, knowing how immature I am for that but not caring since I am alone in my bed, and that I am chatting with someone as perverted as I am.

[ you're a good boy, I appreciate you for that >

< wait, say that first sentence in a vocal please:> ]

[ why would I? >

< just like that...it's to help me become a better person and motivate me to do good things in life ]

[ hum. Sure°-° are you sure its not your kink, you sound like a sub suddenly >

< me a sub? I'm a dom so don't disrespect me like that ]

Since he sounds so confident about this, I decide to make a vocal and send a 'You're not a good boy anymore then' to see if he is going to say otherwise.

I watch him remain in the conversation and listen to the audio for sure, but he does not type right away. Once he starts, he does it for a few seconds and stops, then he continues his sentence.

< okay, it's low-key hot, dont do that again ]

Reading this answer reminds me of what Seunggil told me yesterday. What is he is was not joking but being serious about him liking this type of conversation?

[ sub >

< I'm not ]

< call me your little boy to see how you say it tho...but only because some people say it with a certain accent sometimes...just wanna know ]

Feeling like he is actually not lying but asking this for real, I stop texting and call him, but he picks up without making me wait.

"Are you high?" I speak first to ask what is going on with him, but he hums at me. "Yeah. You think I'd be a sub without being high or drunk? That's never gonna happen."

"Alright, so let's imagine, I sleep in your bed tonight and tell you that you've been a good little boy and that you deserve a treat from mommy, you're not gonna be all 'yes mommy'?" I use a ridiculous moany voice to say those last two words, feeling like I am getting to know a side of him that I would never have thought to be even a thing. "Not at all. Who do you think I am? I'm the one pounding, not the other way around."

"I'm not so sure about that anymore," I scoff as quietly as possible, feeling like this is not the case. "Because now that I think about it, you'd totally be the type to whine, whimper, and love edging."

"Why the fuck is a virgin talking about that? You don't even know what edging is, little girl," he misjudges me, not knowing what goes on in my head nearly twenty-four hours a day. "For your information, edging is not doing the thing, and I never said that I'm a virgin."

"But you never denied it either," he tricks me again. "I know you're not a virgin for everything since you're a pro gawk gawk three-thousand giver, but still, I didn't know you were into edging as well," his favorite argument gets used against me once more, not having anything else in stock. "I'm not. Shut up about that."

"Well, if you never did it, I wouldn't mind letting you practice on me," he blatantly implies he would want one from me, never setting any limit to his perversion. "Thanks. You're very considerate. This is sweet of you to think about me."

"No problem," the smile can be heard through his voice. "I'll give you some tips."

"Yeah, some tips. Sure," I quickly understand what he means by that. "Some big tips, I guess?"

"Yeah," he laughs behind the microphone. "Anyway, what are you gonna do right now? he drops this topic to not always talk about sex only. "Draw, and you?"

"Eat dinner with my dad, then play before going to bed," he repeats the routine that he enjoys the most, but since he mentioned Mister Jeon, I do not keep quiet about him. "Oh, tell your dad I say hello and that I hope he's doing good."

"I won't. If you wanna tell him something, you tell him yourself. Literally, when I came back home to have breakfast with him because he actually waited for me, he asked if you would have a good meal, so I told him that your mom wouldn't let you, I couldn't shut up about it, and he told me to invite you at the café to eat with you for lunch so that you would have a good meal."

"Oh, that's why you talked about the buns," I now see why he was so thoughtful, but he hurries to let a 'no' out. "Not even, stop it. I thought about inviting you before he even suggested it, but I knew you'd refuse anyway, so I didn't."

"Sure," I feign skepticism, trusting his words but not wanting him to know. "Yes, sure, but just believe whatever you want. I don't care. Are you gonna eat some good soup for dinner as well?"

"I won't, if I swallow some more soup, I vomit. She doesn't even make them, she buys those disgusting canned ones, I miss your dad's food already," I whisper so that I am certain she will not hear me even if she is eavesdropping at this right moment. "You know, if my dad actually gets to know that you don't eat because she doesn't allow you to and doesn't even cook the soup you have to eat, he's gonna have a talk with your mom. I'm not even kidding, he's gonna get mad as fuck."

"Then don't tell him about it," I sit up on my bed to check what time it is on my bedside clock. "I'm not sure I'll hold back for much longer. I'm mad too and just wanna kill that bitch. It's serious, it's about your health, it's dangerous."

"Whatever," I send him the hints that I do not want to talk about this for longer, but he breathes heavily, with annoyance. "If you say so...I gotta go anyway, I'm gonna help my dad."

He sounds upset now. He must not understand how difficult it is for me.

"Okay. Eat well," I do not ask him to stay on the phone with me, hearing how bothered he is. I should never have told him about this problem. "Yeah. Eat something too. Even if it's disgusting, or some fruits, I don't know. Just don't starve, please," he shows some care that hurts me more than it helps, and he hangs up.

I hate to upset people because of this. Sometimes, I feel like it is better when people do not care about me, but at the same time, it feels so good when they do care. I do not even know what I want.

Knowing this is useless to text him, I stand up and get on my desk chair but open my messages. I want to text Mister Jeon, and I do not want to listen to the voices in my head that are telling me that I might annoy him, so I am going to avoid them for once and press on the 'send' button without hesitating.

[ Good evening, Mister Jeon. I hope you're doing good and had a good day, that you didn't work too hard and will have a good meal with Joonha. Make sure to eat and rest well >

As soon as the text is sent, I cringe at myself but leave the conversation. I do not know where that courage came from, but I should be proud of myself for being able to do such a simple, human thing without feeling too much anxiousness in my chest.

However, the whole opposite happens when I notice a response pop on the top of my screen.

< Good evening! I'm doing good and my day was fine, how about you? I didn't, it was a pretty calm day, so not too bad. I hope you didn't work hard either, make sure to take breaks and eat and drink enough. We'll have a good meal for sure, thank you, but take care of yourself and eat some food as well ]

Joonha must have told him.

[ I'm doing good too and my day was great, thank you for asking. I will, don't worry >

This is a lie, but I cannot tell the truth anyway.

I drop my phone down on my desk to not write more and bother them, and I get all my stuff ready to continue my drawings.

My anime character is not done yet, I have to finish it for this weekend so that I can show it to Joonha.

- Three days later -

Thursday, August 5th, 2021.

4:50 pm.

< hey, how are you doing? ]

I read the new text I received from Joonha after no signs of life for three days, but I wait before answering. I raise my head up to look out of the window of the car, and I watch the road that I am slowly getting to know by heart.

"I was thinking about something yesterday," Moosaeng speaks with no context, getting my attention on him. "About what?"

"You haven't taken any vacation yet this year, don't you want any?" he reminds me of the days that I have the right to take off to rest, but I do not show any approval, not feeling the need to have any. "No. I feel better at work."

He does not say anything about this, aware of this already. "You should go on vacation though, I'll take care of the shop as much as you need me to," I return it, smiling and hoping for him to agree to this idea. "You'd be able to spend some time with your daughters. They'd be so happy."

Mentioning his little girls always brightens his features. This is precious.

"I don't want you to have too much work to do," he does not want to be selfish for once in his life, making me pass before himself no matter what I constantly tell him. "I won't. You know it. You honestly have no idea how happy it'd make me to know you with your daughters twenty-four hours a day. The three of you deserve it, and you know I'll handle the store well. It's not like I'm the only employee there."

"Yes, but still," he remains stubborn. "Stop being pig-headed," I chuckle, not bushing up about it. He smiles but says nothing, and he focuses on the road to drive to his house and not let me distract him.

Now, I should answer Joonha's text.

[ hey, good and you? >

< same. How were the last previous days? Were you busy? ]

[ just as usual, it was fine. What about you? >

< kinda more busy than the weeks before ]

[ I noticed that. You literally went missing for three days. Felt weird >

< I was just busy and wanted to give you a break, but I see I could have died and you wouldn't have known ]

[ don't say that, I was waiting for you to come back since you were mad last time we talked >

< mad? When? ]

[ are you kidding me? You sounded so upset on the phone when we were talking about the fact that I don't eat >

< I wasn't upset, dumbass. I'd never be upset with you for such a reason. I was upset but because of the bitch, it wasn't against you. You didn't even tell me goodnight so I left you alone ]

[ sure sure >

< yes sure sure, and I came back, so you could greet me a little more kindly. Thought you'd be worried for me...but I guess I'm a nobody for you:c ]

[ shut up, I could have died too yk and you weren't worried. And we can agree on the fact that I am more in danger or at risk than you are, so keep quiet >

< still. ]

[ not the period at the end of your sentence. It sounds rude >

< don't care. ]

[ why are you here if you don't care then? >

< cuz I care a little, I have a heart unlike you ]

[ soy boy c: >

< :< ]

< are you coming tomorrow or you're still gonna ignore me? ]

[ I wanna see Mister Jeon so I'm coming:> >

< then fuck you, I'm not picking you up. Stay home ]

[ fuck you too then. I'll come on foot to see him >

< anytime... ]

He managed to make me miss his immature texts. Gosh.

[ tomorrow? >

< wait ]

< I mean if you want to...°v° ]

[ it was a joke >

< I know, I wouldn't have sex with a girl if she's not mine anyway, I need emotions to do it ]

[ aw so cute >

< I'm not even lying lmaoo sad truth, I'm too emotional. I wish I could hook up and not fall for the girl ]

[ why would you want that? Buy a doll instead, it's better and some dolls are pretty realistic so you won't even miss the human body >

< well, you seem very informed. How do you know that? ]

[ I just know >

< uh uh. I see but a human body cannot be compared to a toy, it feels way too different so it's not as good as with a real girl ]

[ have you tried with a boy? Maybe if you hook up with a friend you won't fall in love, idk >

< I like my banana to be dipped in whipped cream more than chocolate if yk what I mean... ]

[ LMAOO >

[ you're so bad but good at comparison, its concerning >

< don't know if its a compliment but thanks ]

[ not really but take it as one if you want >

< I'm gonna hook up with one of my male friends tomorrow, I should follow your advices ]

< jk. Imagine I fall in love with him? I'll feel like my dick is cupid's arrow ]

I giggle as quietly as possible in front of his texts so that Moosaeng does not question me about it, but the more we are chatting, and the more I realize how much I love talking with him more than with anyone else.

[ a bit too true tbh, you'd have to worry about it >

< I'm just sad...like, why have a big dick if you can't share it with anyone? Its sad ]

[ of course. You should also go out naked bcs "why have a big dick if no one can see it?":D >

< you're actually right ]

[ yeah and since you were very kind the other day and told me I could practice the gawk gawk 3000 on you, I'm gonna be kind too and let you passionately and happily share your big dick with me >

< you're so sweet bbgirl🥰 I'll show you all the things it can make you feel when it's rock hard ]

He is giving butterflies again. I might be the one a little too affected by those messages.

[ I can't wait:3 >

< I want to see you now ]

[ -_- >

< what? I just wanna play and skate with you but you only spend time with other guys:< ]

[ that's not true. I'll come tomorrow >

< I thought about doing something. Why don't you grab some clothes and stay here for the weekend? ]

[ for the weekend? Take showers there and sleep and wake up in a pair of pajamas at your house? I'm gonna be embarrassed >

< why tf would you? You'll pick the room you want. I'll let you have my bed ]

[ I want to do it but my mom told me she wanted to invite Mister Jeon tomorrow for dinner. Has he received a call or text from her yet? >

< he hasn't told me anything so I guess he hasn't ]

[ alright, I'll think about it >

< okay, don't forget about the sticky buns you'll eat, the amazing breakfast you'll get in the morning then the lunch and dinner:> ]

[ I'm gonna pack my stuff as soon as I'm back home lmao >

< wdym? You're not home? ]

[ no, I'm in my boss's car, he's driving me to his house for dinner >

< oh alright. ]

[ you're upset again >

< I'm not, I mean, why would I be? It's not like you're telling me you're too busy to be at my house but still going to your boss' one🙄 ]

[ you're a baby >

< whatever at least it means you're eating ]

[ yes, he's a good cook as well >

< good to know ]

[ I'll make it up tomorrow, okay? >

< you'll suck my dick. That's the least I deserve ]

[ sure >

< good girl. I gotta go and help my dad for dinner now, text me if you're not cheating on me ]

[ what if I am? >

< I'll tell my dad to run you over ]

[ fair enough. See you later and tell Mister Jeon I miss him a lot c: >

< 👨‍🦯 ]

I smile but drop my phone on my lap.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

The journalist speaking on the TV, I listen to her while cutting the meat on the board but hear Joonha walk down the stairs. In a few seconds, he joins me and washes his hands. "Need help?"

"You don't have to, you can play. You had a tough day," I make sure he does not feel obligated to do anything, but he sighs at me and throws some drops of water at my face. "How do I cut the vegetables?" he takes hold of a knife, so I tell him the way to do it, and he goes to work.

"Have you received a text from y/n's mom today?"