"What...what happened last night...? I don't know why I can't remember anything after a certain time..."

"What do you remember?" I ask her before revealing everything, her hands getting under the table to not eat yet. Her gaze is totally different from usual. "I remember going there with you...then meeting my friend but drinking my Coke and then...nothing...or...I don't know..."

"Have you drunk alcohol, y/n?" I ask, no matter what I got to know last night, she shakes her head. "No, I promise I didn't do anything you forbade me to."

"All right, I believe you," I trust her words with no doubt but don't dare to fill my mouth with the pancakes I cooked. "A lot of things happened last night," I lick my lips, but her eyes staring into mine makes it hard for me to speak out. "I don't want you to see this guy or even talk to him again, all right?"

"Why?" she doesn't know anything about it yet. "He drugged you," I tell her the truth, but she reacts momentarily to this. "I...I swear I didn't take anything he gave me, I can still remember that the bartender is the one who served me, and I always kept my drink in my hand."

"Sweetie, I don't know how this happened, but I know this isn't your fault so don't feel bad," I reassure her as I can already hear her feel guilty. "I know this guy, he's the nephew of the man that you saw in the parking lot, and he abused all his girlfriends...so...don't worry, I made him regret what he did."

"Did I do something...?" this horrible question comes to me. I clear my throat anxiously but cross my arms over the table. "A lot of things, it was a bit hard to calm you down, but I managed to put you to sleep," I force a smile but don't give the details, fearing she could take it the wrong way. "What does that mean...?"

"You...Please, I'm going to be honest with you so don't feel bad about it or embarrassed," I rub my fingers over my neck. "But you kept on saying some things and you got naked..." my honesty gets her to be shocked by the words. "I kept my eyes away from you as much as I could but because of the drug, you could barely stand on your feet, so I had to carry you to your bed then I went into my bathroom to take a bath...but you joined me into it and...you kissed me..." I bite my lips, seeing her face expressing all the stupefaction and embarrassment. "Then I had to go back to your bedroom, put the clothes you wore in the morning, and check up on you all night long..."

A heavy silence drops a weight of awkwardness in the room to engender a lot of tension. "It's all right, y/n. You don't have to feel bad or embarrassed around me..." I try to make her feel more at ease with me, but she lowers her gaze. "What did I say to you...?"

I nibble on my inner cheek but gulp down, not feeling ready enough to say this. "I don't think I should tell you—"

"Tell me," she gazes up into my eyes. "Please...I don't want to not know what I might have said to you. Even if it's wrong, I need to know."

"You said you wanted me and wanted to have sex and wanted my..." I get stuck here after letting out all the words as fast as possible to not think twice. "You kept on talking about pleasuring me and that stuff..." I tell her the whole truth since she asked for it but don't look away. "You didn't do anything...?" she brings one hand up to hide a part of her face and bite her finger. "No, of course I didn't, y/n. I would never do that when you're drugged."

We both stare at each other as I think my sentence wasn't formulated well. "If I wasn't drugged...you—"

"N—No, I didn't mean to say that..." I bite my lips out of shame but stir into my food. "I...I meant that I wouldn't take advantage of you..." I dig my grave even deeper as I realize the more I talk the more I worsen my case. "I understood...don't worry," she smiles in an uncomfortable manner as if she wanted to not show how ill at ease she is. The fact that she asked me this question hurts me though, hearing that she would think for one second that I would dare touch her in this situation is a bit hard to stand as a man.

"You wouldn't have done it even if I wasn't drugged or drunk...?" she gazes at me when I can barely believe this is real life. I stare at her with astonishment, wondering if she truly asked this question. "Why do you ask this?"

She shrugs but now looks down at her food. She takes her chopsticks as I'm letting the silence linger. She doesn't make eye contact anymore but eats. "Tell me."

"I just asked randomly," she answers in a cold manner but fills her mouth with some pieces of strawberry. I don't give her my response to this question since I can't tell her the truth. If I said that I wouldn't have done it, it would only have been for an ethical reason. I exhale sharply but eat the food as my own thoughts are making me go insane.

"I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have insisted to go there," she changes of topic and apologizes for something that only occurred because of an asshole, but I don't let her think such a thing. "Don't say sorry. You're not to blame, he's the one who caused this. Not you."

"Yes, but I shouldn't have gone there," she still makes it sound like she's at fault, so I gaze up at her and disagree. "Stop saying that. You didn't do anything bad, and if that piece of shit didn't drug you, everything would have gone well."

"If you say so..." she sighs but finally listens to my words. I shake my head out of disbelief but smile, diving back into my meal to feed my stomach. I take a look at her, repeatedly, but as the quietness is filling the room for a longer time, my eyes notice a pinkish tone growing on her face. That's cute but odd.

"Why are you blushing?" I put forth in order to tease her and release the tension, but she chews on a pancake. "Just...I kinda recall some things now and...I...You must have been disgusted last night..." she barely articulates while eating, but I frown at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Me..." she raises her eyebrows but shrugs once more. "My body when I was naked..." her inaudible words run away from her red lips, but I don't let this echo through my house. "A naked woman is anything but disgusting to me, all right?" my straightforwardness gets her to shoot her eyes up, but I don't blink or glance away. "I wasn't disgusted at all if you want me to tell the truth. So don't think otherwise."

Her cheeks turn even brighter in color, but I smile. "All right?"

"I just...I don't find myself attractive or as sexy as other women when they're naked so...yeah..." she nibbles on her upper lip like a cute girl but I drop my chopsticks to my dish. "Are you really going to make me say some things I don't have the right to say?"

"Like...?" she forces me to let it out but I pass my tongue over my lips and speak honestly. "Like, you're sexy and any real man would find you sexy as well."

Now she tries to hide her shy smile. I chuckle but grab my glass to drink. I know I shouldn't say those things to her, but whenever I see that some words like those are able to give her some confidence, I don't regret it. "Do you want to go to the beach today?" I put my glass down but gaze at her, hoping for her to like this idea. "The beach? I don't have a swimsuit."

"It's all right, you take your underwear,  and I can lend you one of my t-shirts if you want," I propose. "Then yes, I absolutely want to go but when?"

"I feel like this will be better if it's in the evening, with fewer people around, and the sunset. What do you think?" I ask but see she's not disagreeing, she's only showing some happiness. "Yes, this is the best."

"Great," I smile now that I know we're going to spend some time at one of my favorite places. I thought she would feel uncomfortable around me after this incident, so that's comforting to see her react like that. And honestly, seeing her smile is a relief, I was terrified about the fact she could not have woken up.

•••

9 pm.

"Y/n! Wait for me!" I run after her with my longer legs as she's rushing to the ocean and making me proceed on the sand. As soon as I closed the trunk of my car, she made a beeline for the water, she really is impatient, however, she slows down at the sound of my voice and turns around, stopping on her spot to let me reach her out.

"Wait for me," I giggle but put my arm around her shoulders. "Now we can go," I give her the go-ahead as she smiled at me, and we both walk closer to the water but once our feet touch the wet sand, she halts her way. "Go first, I want to know if it's cold," she tells me to test it before she would go further, but I chuckle. "All right then," I fix my swimming trunks but decide to step back. "Let's stay here before getting wet."

"You're scared?" she laughs at me, but I sit down in the dry sand, "No, I'm not," I smile at her, telling the truth since I just want to be with her and enjoy the sunset. Her gleeful expression doesn't disappear, she joins me on the sand and sits down just next to me. I regret no putting a top on.

"Well..." I look around us, seeing no signs of life as if we were the only ones alive. "I guess I'm going to be alone with the little bug you are," I look at her but act a bit playful, making her punch my arm but keep her body stuck to mine. "Stop being mean! You sound like my dad!"

"That's for all the times you said I'm old," I get my revenge but don't take my eyes off of her, loving the way she's smiling and laughing while having a good time. Something that is totally different from last night, no matter how chill I am, I was worried for her a lot.

"You're not old," her eyes gaze into mine with softness, her lips still curved up. "You're mature," she snaps back, but I give a kind slap to her bare thigh. "You are the mean one between us, just remember that."

Her body leans towards me, but she wraps her arms around me, her left one passing between my torso and thighs. We haven't stopped getting closer these last days, even with the little tension earlier, we spent our time talking and laughing, but also being tactile with each other. I feel like the more we are together, the more it's hard for me to not feel attached.

"Are you mad at me?" she touches my arm with her face, her soft lips pressing onto my warm skin. I smile but don't look at her. "Maybe."

"Come on..." she straightens up and now puts her arms around my neck to drop a kiss on my cheekbone. "I'm sorry, Jungkook," she pecks my face once again but makes me beam like a kid. "I didn't mean it," she continues, pampering me with sweet kisses. "You're not old."

To get more of this, I play with her and lie down on my back, placing one arm under my head to not let too much sand get into my long hair. I look up at her with a wide smile, but she bends over me to shower me with kisses like an adorable baby would do it. "Stop it, or I tickle your waist," I giggle uncontrollably, but she grips my wrists, believing she would be able to hold me in my position.

Her lips keep on landing on my skin with delicacy, but once she presses one kiss on my ear, I countervail her poor strength and roll over to pin her down and top her. "You're really trying to pick up a fight, aren't you?" I keep her arms on the ground, and she stares into my eyes while smiling with some timidity.

"I have cramps in my arms, let go, my sweet Jungkookie," her soft laughter escapes her, and she wriggles under me, moving her legs and asking me to free her. "Uh—" a groan takes me by surprise as a sudden hit in my crotch made me lurch forth violently and dart my hands to my member. "Y/n..." I whine her name but keep my head on her chest, dying in pain like ever.

"I'm so sorry...! I didn't mean to do this," she hugs me tightly, comforting me after hurting me. This was so hard that she almost knocked me off. I smile but still agonize, I touch the sand with my hand and let myself go on it to drop my body next to hers but feel her follow my movement and get on top of me.

"I'm sorry..." she presses a kiss on my cheek as I'm still holding what is painful. I open my eyes but bite my lips. "You really tried to end me...what a mean girl I am with..."

"Do you want me to do it again?" she moves her head to fix her eyes into mine, but I protect my precious parts. "Don't. Don't, or else I throw you into the ocean."

"You would do that?!" she gasps but cannot hide the amusement drawn upon her face. "That's nothing compared to what you did," I remind her of the way she almost killed me, but she doesn't show any empathy for me. "You men are so weak," she rolls her eyes to provoke me and goes away from me.

I remove my hands from my crotch but see her staring at my torso. "Kicking a man there is the same as if someone was kicking you in the breasts, you know that feeling. Don't you?" I make her understand and feel the pain this can cause, and she now drags her eyes up to mine. "Now, I can feel your pain."

"See," I grin but gaze down at her thighs. Her hand touches my abs so I deviate my gaze. "What do those tattoos mean?" she trails her finger over my skin, so I drop my eyes on it. "Which one?"

She stops at the ink covering the area under my ribs. "The meaning of it is for my parents," I tell her truth but feel her finger sliding to my v-line, making me smile at her. "It's about my past," I don't give her more details since this would take too long to explain, but her finger proceed to my lower abdomen. "And that one? Does this goes lower?"

I glance up into her eyes, seeing in her look that she knows what she's doing. I smile and nod. "Yes, it does. Why are so curious?"

"Because, I want to know how low it goes...this must hurt like hell," she removes her hand from me, but I hold myself in this position, with one forearm over the sand, then grab the waistband of my swimming trunks to slide it down but notice her eyes get interested more than they ever did. "Here," I reveal the bottom of my tattoo for her to see it, but since it's right at the limit before she could see my member, I make sure to use my hand to cover the lower part. "Oh my god. Didn't that hurt?!"

"Not that much," I shake my head and put my clothing back properly. "I almost fainted, but that didn't hurt," I smirk but manage to make her giggle. "Your tattoos are really amazing though, I wish I could get some like those."

"You, with tattoos?" I raise my eyebrows but imagine her with some ink covering her skin. "Yeah, would that look ugly?"

"Not at all," I answer with confidence in my statement but sit up. She would honestly look terribly gorgeous and more desirable with them, but I can't say that. "Anyway," I pull my hair back and cross my arms over my knees, my eyes staring into her. I smile without realizing but see her doing so, making me feel thrilling sensations inside of me that I haven't felt for quite a long time. For years exactly, I missed it.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes..." she gets bashful and goes forth to hide her face against my arm and move away, she gets on her knees right behind me but encircles my neck with her arms. "What is wrong with my eyes? Hm?" I turn my head to try to have her into sight, but she rests her angelic one on her arm. "They're big and cute...and also very intimidating when they stare into mine..."

"When they look into yours?" I repeat in a low voice but figure out by those words that what I feared is indeed true and evident now. She's in love, but with the wrong guy. Without any warning, I grab her arms and pull on them while leaning back to get her in the front of my body but hear her laugh and panick at the same time. "What are you doing?!"

I put her properly on my lap but leave her legs on the sand to hold her like a baby and have her face close to mine. "Is that what you talked about?" I stare deep into her eyes the way I know this will make her blush, and she beams and hides my face with her hands. "Yes," her body moves into my arms for her to end astride my lap. I bring her arms down and keep a hold on them to pull her in mischievously but get our faces to touch. "And now?"

We both guffaw like idiots as the tip of our noses are in contact, but I let go of her arms and embrace her body. "Do they intimidate you from that close?" I cause the two of us to feel shy at this moment, but she lowers her chin to conceal her features in the crook of my neck as I saw her skin catch a red pigmentation.

"You're adorable..." I smile and peck her temple, feeling her hug me back. My heart is beating hard, my eyes looking at the sunset as I cannot help but love this. Her hot lips pressing a kiss on my neck make me close my eyes for a short second, the feeling of it hitting my veins with pleasure. I smile, but she repeats her action, once, twice, causing my eyelids to shut and let me enjoy this.

"Y/n..." I squeeze her in my clasp but bend my head forth, loving what she's doing on my sensitive spot.