— Next day —

Wednesday, October 16, 2019.

10 am.

I go out of the bedroom after waking up all alone in my bed and doing my routine, I close the door but stretch my body before joining Jungkook who must be cleaning the house given the fresh scent I can smell here.

While walking up to him, my mind cannot stop reminding me of last night and how intimate this was between us with all the closeness there has never been before.

"Ay!" his voice startles me as soon as I step in the open living room, my eyes dart towards him but fall upon his manly and tall figure standing on its spot with the sweep he's holding. "Don't move," he points his finger at me but already greets my day in a special manner. "What do you want to do?"

I keep my eyes fixed on him as my heart is feeling all soft, the sight of his long hair tied up into a man bun to make his sharp features even more visible. "I want to get to the fridge and get a bottle of milk."

"Stay where you are," he rests the long stick against the rim of the kitchen island but makes his way to the fridge while avoiding some parts of the floor. He grabs what I want and then closes the door, to come towards me and give it to me. "I'm going to cook breakfast once I'm done, all right?"

"I can cook while you—"

"No," he shakes his head but suddenly picks me up, his strong arms fluttering my heart. "Where do you want to go?" he holds me as if I was his baby, but I put my arms around his neck to open my drink. "On the sofa, please."

He peeks down at the floor since he knows the areas he cleaned and brings me to the sofa, carefully. Once he reaches it, he bends over but keeps one arm on my back to slowly put me down with delicacy. "Here," he moves back when I wanted him to give me a hug, but I smile at him and sip on my drink. "Am I going to have to stay here and not move while you're cleaning?"

"Exactly," he affirms with a grin, going back to his little task. Since he's out of sight, I turn around and rest my arm on the back of the sofa to drink and watch him. Even when he does something as simple as cleaning the house, he's sexy.

"Can I help you?" I propose to do since I don't like to stay here and do nothing. "No," his straight answer doesn't stop me, my eyes scanning his long legs hidden in a pair of sweatpants. "Don't you have to vacuum the sofa?"

"Yes I do, later," he doesn't even look up at me but only focuses on the floor. "But if I'm on it, you can't do it. So why don't you give me the vacuum and let me do this for you?"

"I'll carry you while doing it, don't worry," his soft and glossy lips curve up into a smile that I can perceive from my spot but this cuteness causes the same expression to appear on my face. "I'm too heavy," I bug him but enjoy it, chuckling quietly in my corner. He sighs but grips his sweep to straighten his back and finally puts his big eyes on me. "I could carry you and still be able to clean the house. So stop saying those silly things, I told you already."

"Come on, I dare you to do it," I clasp my straw with my lips but stare at him, ready to be held by his strong arms while he's making some sort of exercises. He smiles in the brightest manner but licks his lips. "Keep quiet and drink your milk."

"All right then, I'm gonna get the vacuum," I lean to the side to put my bottle on the coffee table but hear him coming closer. I giggle as soon as I see him but lie down on my back and grip onto the arm of it to not let him take me. "Let me help you...!"

"I told you to keep quiet," he gives a little slap on the back of my thigh, but a little noise runs out of my mouth and surprises me. He doesn't do anything anymore but only remains above me, right behind me. I turn around with some shyness but fall right into his deep eyes. He smiles at me when I thought he would feel a bit taken aback. "What was that?" his eyes switch from my mine to my lips, grinning at the reaction I got but which now makes me feel embarrassed.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." I sit up at the feeling of my cheeks burning up, but he bends his head forth and gets it right in front of mine to make me nervous again. "You're lying," he stares into my eyes from extremely close, but I try to go backwards while giggling with anxiousness.

My heart goes insane once I realize I can't go any further and that his nose is now touching mine, his penetrating eyes staring through my soul. "Are you blushing? Hm?" his adorable smile makes me soft, but I giggle and just try to turn my head in another direction.

"Now you stay on the sofa or I make you stare into my eyes for more than two minutes, okay?" he pinches my waist to make me twitch, but I look at his lips while smiling to nod. "Good," he smirks and retreats, his hand grabs hold of the bottle of milk I left on the flat surface and drags it to me.

He presses the straw against my lips, so I part them and let him slide it inside my mouth. "Now stay here and don't say a word," his eyes shake my heart up for the last time, and he then goes away once I have my bottle in my hands.

Why do I love when he does that type of thing?

•••

5 pm.

"Jungkook," I call his name but hurry to crawl towards him since he's lying down to watch TV. He smiles as soon as I hover over him and don't let him the chance to get away. "What does the bug want?" he fixes his glasses but tangles his fingers in his hair. "To annoy you."

"Hm," he lowers his eyes to my face, but I get higher to be able to have his head below mine and at the same level. His long finger pokes my stomach but makes me twitch again, making him laugh and enjoy it. "Stop doing that!" I complain about this but smile against my will at the sight of his features. He sends the same curve of the lips in return while gazing at me and places his forearm under his head, exposing his biceps that are flexing in this position. "I like annoying you too."

Since he wants to play to that game, I sit down on his crotch and poke his stomach to find a weak spot as well. He doesn't react to it, he just scoffs at me and suddenly flattens his hands on the cushions to push on them and come closer, getting my fingers to feel his abs contract. "I'm not a ticklish person," he mocks me after my stupid attempt.

He's not ticklish but sensitive to touch whenever this is near his neck, he's lucky I wouldn't dare do anything more than some tickles.

I rush my body towards him and press a kiss on his neck, forgetting the thing I just said to myself a second ago. "I can annoy you too...in my own way," I smile at him but go forth with my entire body, only to see his body language and gaze now exude different emotions. The silence that was violently dropped here now lingers, no words leaving his mouth or mine, we just stare at each other while the low volume of the tv is not catching our attention.

I don't even know or see any of his real feelings, I don't know whether he likes me or just feels some lust. He's thirty-two years old, I hardly believe that a mature man like him would fall in love with a girl like me, but I just want to think this might happen.

Since he doesn't do or say anything, I lean forth and press my lips onto his forehead, feeling his breathing hit my chest. I take his glasses off to put them aside but then tenderly and daintily slide my lips down the bridge of his nose to end my way with a peck on the tip of it.

I open my eyes to check his reaction but only come across his closed eyes and soothed expression, making me believe that he might be liking this. I smile at this momentary reaction and hold his jawline with my hands to then land my lips on his cheekbone and leave one kiss, do the same to the other one, move down to his cheek, and repeat my actions on either side of his face, pampering his warm skin with soft kisses.

I love to see him being so calm because of me, he looks like this is relaxing. However, I stop and wait to see what he's going to say or do, my hands still holding his jawline. After short seconds, his big eyes come back within sight for his dilated pupils to melt my heart. "Why do you stop?" he smiles, the soft curve of his rosy lips giving to his face a softer look. "You want the bug to continue?"

His tongue passes over his lips, but he nods, gazing at me as if I was the most beautiful person ever. I do not know why or how but each time I dive in his eyes, the deepness of them seems endless which makes every look of his captivating enough to hasten the beating of my heart with no touch needed.

I lean in but instead of kissing him, I put my arms around his neck and let my face enter in contact with his for the tip of my nose to be against his cheekbone, and my lips at insignificant inches from his. The most disturbing for me at this moment is the way he never breaks the eye contact.

As soon as the crinkles in the corner of his eyes reduce their opening as a response to his smile, the tingles spread through my body, and I drop my gaze lower. "I was wondering how long you would last," he chuckles against my skin but moves his hands to my waist to cup it and swathe his arms around my body. "Stop mocking me..."

He squeezes me in his strong clasp but tickles me. I twitch instantly, but he doesn't stop, he causes me to laugh out loud when I hate this and wriggle in his arms. "Jungkook!" I suffocate in my giggles, but once I go forth and press my body against him, his head goes right in the crook of my neck, and his fluffy hair brushes my skin.

"Say 'Jungkook is the best man on earth', and I stop," he forces me to repeat when I'm unable to put an end to my laughter. "Jungkook, I can't—" I try to put my arms between us to attempt to push his hand away, but his fingers cease, allowing me to breathe. "Come on, I want to hear it."

"Jungkook is the best man on earth," I protect my waist and stomach with my arms as I can see he's ready to start again. "Good," he remains calm, and his tough hands land on my thighs. He lies down without telling me to move away, so I stay on his crotch but feel a great sensation between my thighs, pressing onto my core. This is the same one as last night but he just doesn't seem hard.

"By the way," he looks at me but places his arm under his head again, his other hand not touching me anymore but getting on his abdomen when I wanted to have it on me for much longer. "I made a new diagram for you this morning, I forgot to tell you."

"Oh, thank you. I didn't even know," I smile but place my hands over his large one, both gazing at each other. "You're welcome," his sweet expression softens my heart, but his thumb caresses my fingers for my blood to rush faster.

Once his big eyes avert mine to focus on the TV on his right, I wrap my hands around the tattooed one he keeps on his abs. "Why did you stop last night...?" the question I should keep to myself runs out of me. "Stop what?" he peeks at me but pretends not to know, when he spent his whole time caressing my curves before falling asleep.

"That..." I put his hand on my thigh, not earning any reaction from him. "It was to help you fall asleep."

"I wasn't asleep when you stopped..." I tell him but don't feel his touch leaving my skin, still remembering the way his hot hand slid under my top to stroke my side and make my heart pound nonstop last night. He knows he fell asleep with his fingers in my shirt, he knows they were close to my breasts when he traced some shapes over my stomach. He knew what he was doing, he's a man, not a kid. Never before I felt so aroused, and never I felt the want to have sex with someone to such a point.

He exhales sharply after staring at me silently but lays his eyes on the TV. "It relaxed me and...I kinda fell asleep without wanting to."

"But..." I lean over him and flatten my hands on the sofa to get his big eyes back into mine. I stare into them but forget what I wanted to tell him while drowning in his soul. "But what?"

I shrug, but the more I'm staying still and keeping my eyes into his, the more my heart speeds up and makes me feel all jittery. "You said you would give me a massage..." I remind him.

His lips curve up. "Do you want it now?"