I get a bottle of water out of the fridge while waiting for her to answer me, and I walk away to grab my cigarettes and lighter.

"Hello?" she picks up the call right when I took a sip, and I bring my bottle down to the dining table. "Hey, how are you doing?" I keep my eyes down to get a cigarette out of the box and listen to her. "I'm doing good, but I'm a bit busy because of the party, how about you?"

"I'm doing great. Is everything alright though? Do you need help to get the stuff ready for tonight?" I bring the cigarette to my lips and light it up while heading to the backyard. "It's alright, don't worry. Dohwan will be home soon, so he'll help," she answers, and I smoke my cigarette. "Did he have to work today?"

"No, he went to the mall to get the items I forgot. He never works on the weekend, and thank god he doesn't," she explains. "Oh, okay. Good then. Why did you want to talk about though?"

"Well, it was about tonight. I wanted to tell you that you don't have to worry about it. I'll understand if you're not here, but I want to make sure that you know y/n is welcome here, so she's invited as well. I just didn't know about the relationship yet, otherwise, I would have said 'you' but meant you both."

"I know, I just need to talk about it with her this morning, but thank you for understanding," I breathe the smoke out, feeling grateful for her consideration. "I'll tell you if things have changed or not, but I'll drive Joonha to your house anyway. It's just all new, and I wouldn't want to see her feel awkward or uncomfortable because she forced herself to come for me."

"I completely understand, Jungkook. You know I won't be mad or anything, do what makes you both comfortable and happy, okay? I'd love to meet her though, Joonha talked a lot about her, and she seems to be a sweet and great person, so I hope she'll make you happy," she still shows some care, and I smile. "She does. She's amazing, so I'm not surprised to hear that Joonha talked about her," I chuckle and tap the ash of my cigarette to take another drag on it. "Oh, gosh. If you had heard all the things he said about her. It's always 'Y/n did that', 'Y/n said that', or 'Y/n bought dad and I this and that'. It makes me so happy to hear that you have someone good around."

"She's always there for us both, so yeah, I'm happy too. I also feel like she helped Joonha a lot after the breakup, he didn't talk much about it with me, but I'm pretty sure that having y/n around was a good thing because she's the type to sit down and listen to our problems and take time to solve them," I look down at the floor, feeling some type of way about this conversation. This is the first time I am talking about the woman I love, and this feels so good. "I'm happy for you both, and I hope Joonha will find someone better. He didn't talk about it with me either, so I hope he did it with her and found a way to move on because when I heard about it, I wanted to go and kill that girl for using and fooling him like that."

"I felt the same way," I share the same opinion about it, the topic always bringing back some bitterness and wrath. "But anyway," I stub my cigarette out. "I need to cook breakfast, so I have to hang up. You didn't have to tell me anything else anyway, did you?"

"No, that's all I wanted to talk about with you. At least, you know about it, and I'm not worried anymore," she speaks with a smile upon her face that I can hear. "Good, I'll text you to tell you about tonight, alright?"

"Alright, see you, and have a good day," she ends the call, so I tell her the same words and let her hang up.

Now that the call is over, I go back into the house, walk up to the kitchen and wash my hands to get the food I need for breakfast.

40 minutes later...

The sound of y/n leaving her room catches all my attention, and the happiness she causes to my body hastens the beating of my heart.

I turn my head to have her features and body within sight, and once I see her make eye contact with me and come closer, I smile and move one arm away to tell her to come and hug me. "Good morning, baby," I hold her closer to my body once she puts her arms around me, and I press a kiss on her lips. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, and you?" she smiles and does not let go, hiding her face in my chest to offer me some comforting love. "I did too. I had a good night."

"I'm happy then," she peeks down at the food that I am cooking. "I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat. This smells so good."

"It will be ready soon," I grab the handle of the frying pan to get the toasted slice of bread out of it and place it over the others. "Do you want sweet or salty this morning?" I ask her before picking the rest of the meal, and she gazes up at me. "Salty."

"Okay," I step to the side but lay one hand over her back to not drift us apart but open the fridge and get some eggs out to go back to my spot and finish the cooking.

"Can I ask you one last thing about tonight's party?" I do not take too long to bring it back up, knowing that the sooner it is done, the better it is. "Sure."

"I had a talk with her, and she told me that you were welcome there and that the only reason she did not invite you is that she did not know about our relationship yet, otherwise, she would have invited us kind of without thinking," I remove my arm from her way so that she can head to the fridge and get some grape juice.

This drink of which the name still haunts my mind.

"Do you want to go?" she does not answer but returns the question, and I tilt my head and glance at her. "Only if you're there."

She sips on the juice for a few seconds, and when she puts the bottle back where it was, she closes the fridge and looks down at the food. "I'll go if you want to."

"No," I refuse to hear this answer. "I only go if I know you're willing to be there. I do not want to go and feel that you forced yourself, that you're uncomfortable and not feeling good over there," I turn my head at the sound of Joonha joining us, but as if he knew that we are having a serious talk, he moves towards the table and does not come closer to us.

"I'm okay with you going there, really. I'll be fine here," she believes I will change my mind and leave her all alone here while I am at a party, so I do not hesitate anymore. "I've made my decision. We're staying here together," I focus on the eggs to perfectly cook them. "We'll have a candlelit dinner together, well have dessert, we'll watch a movie and spend our entire day just with each other," I smile with excitement, looking forward to this day and night.

"Are you sure you're okay with it? Won't she be disappointed?" she steps closer to me. "Hey, the only one that matters to me now is you, alright?" I hold her jawline and stare into her eyes. "You're way more important to me, but you don't have to worry, she won't be disappointed, she understands. And if she didn't, I wouldn't care."

She maintains eye contact, and a smile forms on her face. I press a kiss on her lips in a soft manner, and I turn the induction plate off to serve breakfast.

•••

4:20 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

< I'm coming home, I'm sorry for the late reply❤ ]

I finally received an answer after waiting for half an hour when he was supposed to only drop Joonha off at his mom's house.

I am not going to be immature and make him wait as well, no matter how much I want to.

[ It's okay >

< I'm going to pass by the pharmacy, do you need something there? ]

[ I don't >

< alright, I'll be back in a few minutes ]

[ be careful on the road<3 >

< I will❤ ]

I drop my phone on the sofa and lie down on my back to stretch, and I roll to the side to grab a pillow to hug it and lay my eyes on Choco who is playing with his toy near me.

•••

4:50 pm.

The feeling of something touching my inner thigh wakes me up, I turn my head to check what it is but see the man I was waiting for before falling asleep. "Hey," he rubs my skin and takes his fingers off of me once I get on my back. "I'm sorry for taking so long," he sits down next to me and bends over to press a kiss on my lips. "It's fine. Don't worry. What did you need at the pharmacy?"

"Some stuff," he smiles and brushes some hair away from my face. "Where are your cat ears? I was hoping to be greeted by my kitten," he leans over me and places his band down next to my right hip. "Your kitten fell asleep while waiting because you took too long."

His big eyes stare back at mine, and he grabs my hand to intertwine our hands. "I'm sorry. I was supposed to only drop Joonha off and give her the gift, but she started talking about the party, the organization this morning, then Joonha because she was happy to see him, and it led to Joonha's ex, but I never like to interrupt people when they talk because I feel rude, so I talked for much longer than I wanted to," he softly holds our hands up and skims his thumb over my skin, and I forget about everything. "It's okay."

"It doesn't seem like it," he shakes his head, not believing me. "It is. I'm telling the truth."

"I need proof," he surely asks for something physical, and I smile but sit up and press my lips on his soft and warm ones without ever letting go of his hand. "Here."

"Hm," his eyes go down to my lips. "This isn't enough."

Since he is asking for more, I do it again but more slowly and repeat this same action a few times, then, as if he did not love it that way, he takes his hand away from mine and brings it to my throat, holds the side of it, and slides his tongue in my mouth to deepen the kiss but gives me butterflies.

I return as much desire and use my tongue as well, but once he traps it with his lips, he comes back to never separate our skins, and he bites my bottom lip to give a small pull and smiles. "That's a bit better," he skims his lips up mine that are still parted and gets me to open my eyes. "Just a bit?"

"Yeah," he drifts his hand towards the front of my throat and cups my face. "Or maybe a little more than a bit."

"Good," I look up into his eyes but see him stare down at my lips. "Are you hungry?" he makes eye contact, and I nod. "I'm going to cook," he holds my jawline and kisses my lips. "You can sleep a little more if you want."

"I don't want to," I watch him stand up to leave the sofa, and he gazes down at me. "Then what do you want?" he puts his veiny hands in the pockets of his trousers, and I stare into his eyes without saying anything but cannot help smiling.

"What does that mean?" he chuckles but walks away to head towards the dining table. "Nothing..." I tell a lie, and he grabs hold of his cigarettes to only get one out. "I don't believe that," he looks for the lighter, and I lean back, not moving from where I am. "Don't smoke."

"Or else what?" he lights it up without caring, and he comes back towards the sofa while looking into my eyes and taking a drag on this toxic crap. "Or else I'll be sad."

He pulls his cigarette away from his lips and shakes his head, and he walks closer to me to go right behind me and the sofa. He bends over to rest his forearms over the back of it, gently cups my throat, and presses a kiss on my cheek. "It's just one. I've been smoking less since you came here, and I promise I'll keep reducing the number of times I smoke in a week. Okay?" he rubs his thumb over my skin, both looking at each other. I glance down at his lips, smelling the scent of burning tobacco.

Willing to show my worry, I give him a barely visible pout so that I do not approve of it, but he gives a small squeeze to my throat, and my thighs clench. "Don't pout at me like that or I make you wear your cat ears and choker."

"I won't wear them, that's your punishment," I smile, my pulse going faster under his fingertips, but he takes another drag and smirks at me. "That's so cute of you to think you could."

"That's funny of you to think I couldn't then," I reply with the same sentence to not let him win with his dominance yet. "What are you gonna do anyway? I'll just run away from you."

"You'll run away?" he raises his eyebrows. "Then why did you desperately want to know what I'd do to punish you last night? Uh?"

"Well, just because I don't want to avoid something doesn't mean I can't try to run away from it and make it worse," I shrug, not even thinking about the words I am letting out and the things I am implying.

He chuckles but straightens his back and pulls away from me, not holding my throat anymore. "You're such a submissive little girl," he walks around the sofa to head back towards me, and he sits down next to my legs, so I bring my knees closer to my chest and fix the bottom of my dress.

I love it so much when he says those types of words to me.

"I'm pretty sure you can be submissive too," I mumble but gaze down at his neck, the tattoos over his tanned, soft skin and the golden chain always grasping all my attention. Knowing the truth more than I do, he scoffs and breathes all the smoke out. "It'd very hard and nearly impossible to make me submit. So you'd always lose if you try."

"It doesn't hurt to try," I peek down at his hand and see him already stub his cigarette out in the ashtray, then, silently, he turns his head towards me and intertwines his fingers but has a brief look at my legs. "The more you try, and the rougher I'll be, so it's on you."

He should definitely stop talking to me like that if he does not do anything to me.

"Good, I'm fine with it," I attempt to send hints and make him understand I would love to see that happen. "You say that, but your body tells me otherwise," he lies. "What does that even mean?"

"Remember last night?" the corners of his lips curve up. "You know, when your thighs kept crushing me as soon as I would touch and kiss you?" he reminds me of everything to humiliate me. "Or when you moaned because I slightly grabbed you? That shows how much you wouldn't stand it at all if I was rough."

"Does that mean you were gentle last night?" I raise my eyebrows at him. "Oh yes, I was."

He cannot be telling the truth, he literally grabbed me under my underwear after turning me on and eating my neck. I already felt weak with that, so I cannot imagine how this feels like when he is rough.

"You're silent so suddenly," he makes fun of the lack of argument I am showing and leans back. "I'm not...I'm just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" he asks to know what is on my mind, but since everything is inappropriate, I hide it. "I don't know..."

"Sure," his amusement leaves his mouth, and I smile but do not say anything anymore. I get on my knees and end with my head on his lap. "What did you dream of last night?" I ask him, wondering how he was able to fall asleep when I could feel how hard he was while making out with me.

"I can't remember, why?" he holds one hand up behind his head but runs the other through my hair. "I wanted to know."

"What about you? What did you dream of?" he brushes his finger past my cheek. "Of you, but you were just teaching me how to draw."

"Just?" he laughs at this adjective, and I deal with the consequences of my clumsiness. "I...yeah. I mean, it's as simple as life. I don't know."

"Sure," he scoffs but brushes it off, to my greatest relief.

•••

7:10 pm.

The movie still playing as I am lying down between Jungkook's legs,  with my head on his chest, I enjoy the feeling of his fingers running up and down my arm to caress my skin. This feels so soothing and good.

I keep my eyes on the screen but hear my phone ring for a text, so I grab it and check if it is an answer from Joonha.

It is.

< hey, yes I'm enjoying my time but it's a bit too adult like if you know what I mean. What about you tho? What are you doing? ]

[ adult like? Idk what you mean lmao but I'm watching a movie with your dad >

< lmao I mean like it's kinda boring because I can't drink alcohol or smoke since my mom's here;-; I'm not home and you're just watching a movie-_- ]

[ good thing your mom's there then. Shut up-_- >

< no its not, tf? It's a party and I can't even drunk alcohol, that's not a damn party. Even my dad would let me drink ]

[ it's not good for you so stop whining >

< screw you, you're the only one I can whine to so let me get it off ]

[ ok then, you can do it >

< thank you, come here and bring me a beer pls:) ]

[ no:) >

< I'm gonna ask my dad then ]

I smile but lock my phone to raise my head up. "Joonha's going to text you."

"Why?" he drifts his fingers down to my collarbone, and before I could answer, his phone rings. He takes hold of it to check the message, and I read it too since he keeps the screen within sight.

< can you tell mom to let me have a drink pls? I'm not a baby anymore ]

"Gosh," he chuckles and wraps his arms around me to answer him.

[ If she told you no, that's no >

< come on! I'm leaving the party rn then ]

[ No, you're not. You know how happy she is to see you >

< you're not even defending me, you're mean dad:c ]

[ Oh, I'm sorry:( >

< that's so sarcastic. That breaks my heart, I'm gonna tell mom you're mean now:) ]

[ She won't believe you but laugh, you know it >

< what if I tell her that you said yes?:) ]

[ She will not care because she said no, and when you're in her house, you respect her rules, not mine >

< alright I give up. Enjoy your movie with your girl instead of doing something more interesting while I'm not home ]

[ It's a good movie, leave me alone >

He drops his phone on the sofa after I could not hold back from chuckling at Joonha's text.

"Why are you laughing?" he gives a chuck under my chin, and I smile. "Nothing."

"You don't laugh for nothing," he does not take this as a reason, and I move forward to go away from him and stand up. "I love Joonha's response."

"Where are you going?" he forgets about what we were talking about, and I make fast to get to the fridge in the kitchen. "I want some juice," I pick the new one that Joonha got me, and I go back to the sofa. I get down on my knees right between his legs, wondering why he is not saying anything, and we make eye contact as I opened the bottle. "What?"

He keeps his arm up on the back of a side of the sofa and skims his bottom lip with his finger, smiling with cockiness. "What's the flavor?"

I turn the bottle to show him. "Strawberry kiwi," I take a sip to try it while being stared at by the handsome man before me, and once I bring the bottle down and think about whether this is good or not. "How is it?" he asks, but I take another sip to answer. "I like it. Try it," I hand him the drink, and he swallows some of this juice.

Once it is down his throat, he gives me the bottle back, and I close it but wait for his opinion. "So?"

He shrugs. "Not my favorite," he does not express any pleasure at all, and I put the bottle on the coffee table. "And what's your favorite?"

"Peach or pineapple one," he tells, and I smile, uncontrollably. "Hm. I love the pineapple one more than the peach one."

"I'll get you some tomorrow then," he peeks down at my lips. "Thank you, Mister Jeon," I tease him and bend over to wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head over his chest. "No need to, my little girl," he runs his fingers through my hair and pats it.

The butterflies are back in my stomach.

"Ugh..." he moans from out of nowhere, sending shivers down my spine, and he holds me tight and drops a kiss on my forehead. "Do you want a hug?" I make my clasp even snugger, and he hums. "I want a kiss."