30 minutes later...

'YOUR P.O.V'

I walk up to Jungkook as the food is still cooking but smile at the sight of him sleeping. I thought he would come at me and fight, he obviously hasn't. I get down on my knees next to him and press a kiss on his cheekbone, his parted lips making me giggle silently as he's softly snoring.

"Jungkook," I whisper in his ear but lay my forearms on the cushions, to comb his hair and rest my chin on my hand. "Weren't you supposed to cook? I annoy him since he's half asleep, but I enjoy this moment to hug him. "Jungkookie..."

His thin lips close now that I'm embracing him. "Hm..." a deep sound vibrates through his throat, and he rotates his head. "What...?" he slowly comes back on earth so I approach my face from his to kiss his cheek. "The breakfast is going to be done."

He smiles but closes his eyes again. "Sweetie..." his husky voice shivers me, but I run my fingers through his long fluffy hair to pull them back and reveal all his features. "I told you not to do this...you really are stubborn."

"Yes, I am," I admit. "But now the food is cooked for you to eat and get some energy," I keep on playing with his hair, but he sits up in a sudden manner, groaning and blessing my ears. I straighten up to stand before him as he's taking some time to come back on earth.

I put his fluffy hair back properly, but he rises without saying anything and causes our bodies to brush past each other. He plants a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you for cooking," he smiles but touches my waist to move to the side and head to the dining table.

I get to the kitchen with a broad grin upon my face, my heart still fluttering after this touch. I take the dishes out of the furniture and stop the induction hob,  to fill the bowls with the food and not make Jungkook wait for too long.

"Do you know what I dreamed of just right now?" he speaks out while looking at his phone. "No, I don't. Tell me."

"You," he giggles but makes my heart skip a beat. He dreamed of me, that could mean he has me on his mind. "We were at the beach, and I bought you an ice cream but then, you kept on complaining because it kept on melting and you couldn't eat it...you were so cute..."

It sounds sexual to me but this is maybe only because of my mind. "Well...I like your brain..." I laugh but walk up to him with the dishes to lay them on the table and see him put his phone down. He gazes up at me, and I sit down before him. "Eat well."

"Eat well too," he smiles at me and takes his spoon.

•••

5 pm.

"Jungkook," I move towards him with the tablet in my hand while he's still working on his laptop. "Hm?" he stops typing and looks in my direction with his glasses, so I lay my head on his shoulder and show him the screen. "Do you understand what this is?"

"Hm..." the sound vibrates through his throat, but I look up at him, hoping for him to recognize the diagram I made. "That's a heart. Right?" he makes it obvious this is not clear without willing to, getting me to pout with disappointment. "Is it that bad...?"

"No, it's not," he laughs softly but gazes at me. "That's well-made, but I can make a digital one if you want."

"Really? But you have a lot of work to do, and this will take some time," I lay the tablet over my thighs to only look at him. "It's fine, I'd rather help you."

"All right then, make this ugly thing great," I hand him the tablet but he grins. "It's not ugly, stop it," he takes it with his larger hand but leans over to place his laptop on the coffee table then gets back in his previous position. I take this opportunity to rest my body on the side of his and wrap my arms around him to watch what he's doing on the tablet.

Without me expecting it, he moves his arm up and invites me to get closer. I don't even hesitate, I go forth to let him hug me and use the tablet at the same time. "You're a cuddly girl, uh?" he notices it, but I smile. "I am, because it's you and that I feel good."

"Does that mean you're only cuddly with me?" he takes the pen out of the tablet now that he opened the application to draw, but I tighten my hold around his torso. "Yes, I am."

"And why is that?" he asks as if he didn't know, my eyes staying fixed on the screen. "Because it's you," I say it but fear this could make him understand the meaning of this. He doesn't say anything but just starts to work on the diagram.

Since he's keeping quiet, I close my eyes and wait for him to be done. I know this is going to be perfect, so there's no need to check what he's doing. "Can you sleep with me tonight...?" I ask in order to know whether I'll have to be alone in my bed or not. "Why?"

"I don't like to be alone..." I tell him, hiding the fact I just want him to be with him to cuddle him to sleep. "Y/n...I tend to grab what's at my reach when I sleep. I did it once for you because you were scared but—"

"I don't care..." I raise my chin up to look at him. "I just want to have you with me, I'm still not used to this bedroom so I feel like...I'm not reassured."

He exhales heavily but sets his eyes into mine. "You ask me that, but you know I won't be able to say no."

"I don't know that," I shake my head but tell the truth. "I know you would say no if I was asking some things so I'm not sure..."

"I always say 'yes' to you, stop lying," he puts his back eyes back on the screen. "So I can ask you anything I want, you'll say yes. Is that it?" I get ready to let out one of the questions I've been willing to ask but he smiles. "Depends on what you ask."

"See," I glare at him but put my head back on his chest. "Stop pouting like that sweetie," he smiles but rests his head on mine. "I'm going to be with you so don't sulk."

"I'm not sulking," I answer him. His soft lips press a kiss on my forehead and get my own ones to curve up into a smile.

•••

11 pm.

I put my phone down now that Jungkook joined me on the bed, lying down by my side. I really can't get enough of this, I got to know what it was to be hugged by him to sleep and now I just need it. It makes me feel and good to know he's near me.

He turns the lamp off and pulls the blanket up on us. The sound of the rain only filling the room at this moment. "We both stay on our individual side, all right?" he disappoints me, but I don't keep it to myself. "Why...?"

"Because, I don't want to touch you without knowing," his silhouette still visible through the soft light of the night shows his hand getting into his pocket. "So...I can't even cuddle up against you?"

"No, sweetheart," he makes his refusal as kind as possible. "Or else I'll build a wall of pillows between us."

"I'll climb up them," I smile but hear a soft laughter leave him in an exhalation. "Shh. Sleep now. You're going to be tired, and I have to clean the house tomorrow," he doesn't argue but stays on his side, lying down on his back. I decide to roll towards him and press one kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight," I move back to not bother him. "Goodnight," he answers in his sweet voice.

I need to keep quiet now.

I turn to my right side to have him in front of me and pull the blanket up to my neck in order to be well covered. "Don't you like holding hands to sleep?" I cannot help but talk. "I told you to sleep, little babbler."

"All right then..." I shut my mouth and close my eyes. The rain is now the only thing audible in here, making me love the fact I'm under my warm blanket with this tough man here to protect me and also keep the warmth under the covers while it's cold outside.

"Why would you want to hold my hand?" he breaks this silence when I thought he would leave me without any answer. "Because I like to have something to hold or hug. Especially when I'm tired."

"Are you scared of the rain that you ask for so much closeness?" his head moves onto his pillow, but I keep my eyes on him, even though I can barely see his features. "Not scared but...it just comforts me to have someone there to hug me with this weather and mood...I don't know."

He doesn't say anything but only drops a dead silence in the room. His breathing resounds softly to soothe my ears. "Come closer..." he gives in to me after all the despair he must have gotten from me, but I smile and snuggle up against him. I get our bodies into contact and wrap my arms around his tough one, feeling thousands of times better like this.

His body is always so warm, this is pleasant. Now I'm sure that I'm going to have a wonderful night. 

As the sound of the rain and his calm breathing are soothing me, his hand goes out of his pocket but brushes past my skin to end on my thigh that is placed over his. My heart is beating faster at the feeling of his masculine touch on me.

He doesn't let it remain still but starts to slowly rub my thigh, doing everything under the blanket as he must not even have any idea how arousing this is for me. His head turns in my direction and his lips leave a kiss on my forehead, the tip of his long fingers tracing some shapes over my skin.

He said no physical contact, but right now he's the one making my heart flutter with his sweet touches. He doesn't say anything but now gets his arm away from my clasp to lift it up. "Come here," he whispers in the softest manner, I inch closer and put my head onto his chest for him to encircle my neck with his arm and grab my thigh to pull on it and lay it over his even more. He now uses his right hand to stroke my skin but hastens the beating of my heart.

I don't know what's gotten in his head all suddenly, but I love it, he touches me, keeps me close, and presses some kisses on my face. I've never felt so overwhelmed before, his hands are really able to cause lots of powerful things to my body.

Since I love the way he's touching me, I give some little hints, I go a bit forth and heave my leg higher to rest it on his lower abdomen and wrap one arm around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his toned torso.

Some strong shivers spread through me once his fingers slide over my skin to pass under my shorts but then go back to my knee in a back and forth motion. His head doesn't stay away from mine as I feel like the tension in here is rising and becoming more intense, my eyes remain closed, but he presses another kiss full of sweetness against my cheekbone.

His breathing isn't the same anymore, it's a bit faster. I can hear some difference in the sound of it, this is getting heavier as he's not stopping the rubbing he's giving me.

"Does that bother you when I do that?" he asks in a murmur. "Not at all, I like it," I tell the truth without any fear and press a kiss on his neck, making him give a little squeeze to my thigh. I feel like he cannot control himself anymore. I slightly move forward with my leg for his hand to go a bit higher but feel a hardness just right against my inner thigh, his crotch pressing onto it.

I now understand why he seems so different. He's turned on. He breathes in and out, deeply, but stops his hand right at the highest point of my thigh, just close to my hip with the tip of some fingers remaining under my fabric. He's arousing me as well, this is impossible for him to not be aware of that. I calm down now that he stopped but asks for more. "Why don't you continue?"

He smiles but goes back to what he was doing, now adding more frictions and kneading my skin. "Could you give me a massage tomorrow?" I go cap in hand to him, loving the way his hand works. "Where?"

"My back, it hurts a lot," I tell him, moving my leg over him to slightly rub his erection I like to feel on me. "Hm, I'll do it," he answers as he cleared his throat, but he thrusts his hips and grips my thigh as if what I did had affected him. The silence builds up again for the frictions to be heard with our breathings only, now that the rain left. His long and warm fingers run over my shivered skin, passing under my shorts but taking them in his movements to make it more intimate and entice me.

His heartbeat is cutely going faster, so to make this intensify, I press a kiss on his jawline. After this little touch, he grips onto my thigh but turns towards me to now face me. The hardness under his pants that is making it tight now presses onto my lower stomach, making me feel fluttering things into my chest.

My heart doesn't stop skipping beats because of that sensation that I feel, not only on me, but also into me. I lift my leg a bit up to encircle his hips with it, but he doesn't let go of my thigh, he continues to give me the caresses on my hot skin.

I smile in his chest but inch my lips closer to his neck to purse them and leave a kiss on the spot that seems sensitive to touch. "Why is your heart beating fast like that?" I whisper against his skin but feel his cheeks exposing a smile that formed on his face. "It's just its normal rhythm," his voice vibrates right into my ear but sends powerful shivers down my spine, making me feel weak without any warning.

"Then your heart is abnormally very fast," I tease him about it, but his hand travels along the back of my thigh, with subtility, as his breathing is brushing past my ear. "I guess it is then, but yours is beating fast too if that's so. We probably have the same problem."

He knows exactly what he's doing, this can't be possible otherwise. "Yeah, we have the same problem," I grin against the warm skin of his neck but cannot help kissing it playfully. Each time my lips get in contact with this area, his touch on me becomes tighter and heavier, as if I was affecting him quite severely.

He's not calm anymore, this is obvious. All the things mixed together are turning him on, but it causes the same to me. As the frictions I'm giving to his skin are rising the temperature of my body, his hand doesn't hold back anymore, it runs under my shorts and he pushes his body forth, causing his erection to slightly force onto me and make me way more aroused than I already was.

In the spur of the moment, I drift my lips to his ear lobe, but a quivering exhalation full of unsteadiness escapes him, his hand squeezes my butt without holding back, so I don't stop, feeling turned on and full of want, I kiss his ear lobe and let my hand run down his torso to push my hips onto him. In just a second, a thrilling moan goes out of him, a heavy and trembling sigh hits my neck to fill me with tingles, he rolls over and gets on top of me to crush me with his weight but have his bulge between my thighs.

He doesn't say anything but breathes hard, both of us not doing anything more.

"On your side, I said," he speaks in my ear in a deeper voice as if the sexual excitement was making the soft man that he is disappear to let place to a dominant one.

I nibble on my bottom lip nervously, but he moves away to land right next to me. "You have to sleep now," he establishes some distance between us again when I wanted to stay in his arms. Maybe he's trying to control himself...but I don't want him to, that's the problem.

Since I don't agree with this, but at the same time, don't want to bother him, I reach out for his hand and grab it to intertwine our fingers. He doesn't say anything but lets me keep it like that, entangling our hands together to fall asleep in this position.