"Do you want it now?"

I nod with a smile upon my face, but he doesn't wait before sitting up and getting us closer. "What kind of massage do you want? A professional or basic one?"

"Professional," I say without thinking twice since this means it will be the best. "I guess you want to be on the bed?"

"Yes," I acquiesce but find myself being lifted up in the air, he carries me away from the sofa, so I don't do anything but let him take care of me. He opens the door leading to my bedroom and closes it behind us to get to my bed and lay me down.

Once I'm on it, he goes away. "Wait here, I'm going to get some oil," he leaves the room but already makes me excited, thinking about the feeling of his hands on my skin, massaging me with the oil. This is going to leave me in a state I won't be able to recover from if I don't sleep.

After some short seconds, he comes back with the bottle in his hand and closes the door again, coming up to me but smiling. "Don't pay attention to the bottle, all right? This can be used for simple massage as well," he mentions as he just got on the bed to inch closer to me but after telling me this, I check what he's talking about.

This is a brand for sexual stuff. "All right," I chuckle nervously but turn around to get on my flat, he grins but still gets on his knees to crawl over me. The problem is that I'm wearing a dress. "How do I do with this?"

"Can you not pull the top down?" he drops the red bottle on the blanket but touches my cloth, so I straighten up and stay before him. "No, some parts are too tight..."

"Well then...take it off, I don't know," he suggests to do. I gaze down at his lips without knowing what I should do, but since he's the one who told me to do it, I pull on my zipper to open it in the front and first slide my sleeves down to free my arms. I turn around to face the headboard of the bed and take my dress off. I'll use the blanket to cover my lower body.

Once I'm just in my underwear and bra but feel a bit shy, I drop my cloth on the floor. "Do you want a pair of shorts or sweatpants?"

"No, I'm fine..." I give up on my idea but lie down again to get between his legs and hide my legs under the blanket. I slide my arms under the pillow and rest my head on it. He sits down on my butt. "Is it okay if I undo your bra?" he positions himself properly, and I agree to this, so with just the help of one hand, he unhooks my bra and makes me feel even more comfortable. "Can I start?"

"Yes," I give him the go-ahead and close my eyes, ready for this moment I'm sure is going to be amazing for me. He grabs the bottle now that I answered and pours some of the liquid onto my skin before closing it and putting it aside.

"Have you already used this type of product?" he asks me but touches my back with delicacy and care, spreading the sort of gel over my skin he's already covering in shivers. "No, why?"

"It's edible and has a strawberry taste," he says but gets me to open my eyes and attempt to look at him. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, I never used it, so I'm not sure this is good, but this is edible," he smiles and brings his hands to my lower back, gripping my hips. "Try it then."

"This is weird though," he giggles, but I watch him lift his hand up to his mouth, and he peeks at me, before trapping one finger between his rosy lips to lick the product left on it.

"Hm..." he emits but shrugs. "That's good," he grins but moves his hand back down to touch my skin. "Let me try," my curiosity takes the upper hand on me, so he grabs hold of the bottle and bends over to come closer. "Give me your hand."

"No, I don't want my skin to be sticky," I refuse to have it on my skin since I can't wash my hands, but he gazes at me as if I was joking. "I'm not gonna put my fingers inside your mouth," he chuckles but doesn't even know what I really think about this. "And this thing isn't sticky, or else I wouldn't be using it on your back."

He's right. I just tried to find an excuse. "Yeah but...you already have it on your skin, so I don't care if it's your finger, what if it's disgusting to me?"

"Oh gosh," he gives in to me as always and puts some of it on the tip of his finger, the middle one that he didn't lick. "Here," he heads it to my lips, so I press my bra onto my breasts and slightly elevate my bust to part my lips. This feels weird to taste a thing I use on my skin but whatever, I take his finger in my mouth and taste it.

"Don't bite me, or else I don't massage you," his soft voice makes me smile, but I lick and pull away. "I know," I peek at him but lick my lips. "This thing is good though, that's the first time I do this."

"Don't tell your parents about that please, I don't want them to know I made you taste that," he goes backwards to now focus on my back, so I keep quiet and get back in my previous position to enjoy what he's doing. "Do you really think I'm going to tell my parents about all the things that I've done here?"

"Well, I don't know," his hands knead my weak spots, focusing on the middle of my spine to relieve the pain at either side of it. "Well, I won't," I laugh silently but feel overwhelmed by the pleasure his touch is bringing to me.

20 minutes later...

At the feeling of his fingers working well on me to relieve all the stress and pain, I bite my lips but emit a little sound once he pushes on a sensitive spot in the perfect manner. "Just there," I ask him to focus on this one spot but feel a current of pleasure going through me once he repeats his action. He moves his hands slowly, but in a circular motion, pressing a bit more firmly along my spine to go upwards but aim the right area.

He continues across my shoulder blade to go from left to right, applying a soft pressure between the ribs but making me emit some noises because of the effect it has on all my muscles. The kneading goes down, but once he reaches my lower back, the sensitivity of this area forces me to bury my face in my pillow. However, he moves back up and now touches my sides as well, not drifting apart even once he arrives at my breasts. The tip of his fingers brush past the sides of them but shiver me.

I don't say anything but die in my pillow, loving the way he's doing this but to a way too high degree. From what I can feel against my butt, he doesn't dislike this though, I might not be the only one affected by this massage.

"Jungkook..." I say his name but smile, turning my head to the side. "Hm?" he hums without pronouncing a word and keeps on kneading my sides. "Are you a masseur?"

"I'm not," the grin speaks through his voice, but he slightly bends forth to go upwards with his tough hands, making me close my eyes as his erection is pressing onto my butt. "But I guess I can use my hands well. I can cook...I can draw...and I give good massages..." he says the facts, but I chuckle. "Yeah, I guess."

"Anyway..." he stops everything but keeps his hands on my back, not talking more about his fingers that work well for everything, as he said. "Is that enough, princess?" the nickname makes my heart tingle, and I turn my head in order to look at him while holding my bra on my breasts. "Do you want to stop?"

"Well..." a soft smile grows on his face but sends a certain message. Is it because of what appeared in his pants, or that's tiring?

"Okay then," I let him go since I can see and understand he doesn't want to keep on going but before moving away, he fastens my bra for me and then leaves the bed to stand up. Now I take my dress and put it back on, watching him step out of the room without even saying a word.

I hurry to zip the front of my dress up and jump out of the bed to get out of the room, I close the door behind me but walk up to the other room to check what Jungkook is doing.

He's not here anymore.

I head to the sofa without looking for him since he must be in his bedroom or bathroom. I get on the sofa and grab the tablet, feeling all fixed up and relaxed after the massage he gave me. I lie down on my back to be in a slouched position and now work on my biology.

There's something that always makes it hard for me to work whenever Jungkook is close to me, and that bothers me, either my brain knows he's near, and it's excited and happy, or I don't know.

5 minutes later...

At the sound of a door opening, I sit up and rush towards the arm of the sofa to wait for Jungkook to appear. I lock the tablet to put it down on my thighs but once my eyes catch sight of Jungkook, I smile and earn a look from him.

"What do you want to eat today?" he tucks his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants but sits down close to me. I put the tablet down but crawl up to him to be next to him and stay by his side. I shrug to answer him but ask another question right after. "Why did you leave all suddenly?"

"Why are you always so curious like that?" he smiles but glances away, escaping from this since he knows he might have to tell me the truth. "Because.." I shrug but don't stop being annoying, making him lick his lips but fix his eyes on the TV as if he wanted to avoid me.

"I have to go shopping today so will you want to come with me?" he changes the subject and looks at me. "Ok, I'll come with you."

"Let's go now," he rises from his spot in a sudden. "Like this, I'll have other ingredients for me to cook the dessert."

•••

6 pm.

"Jungkook," I run after him while holding a bottle of alcohol. "Look how beautiful it is!" I show him the pink item, but he smiles and just glances away. "Go get that bottle back where it was. You won't drink anything like that."

"I know...I just wanted to show you how pretty it is..." I take a closer look at it since I'm the only one interested in it, but his voice makes me raise my eyes up. "Oh, Hanna," a wide smile forms on his face at the sight of the woman approaching us with a man. "Jungkook, how are you doing?" she beams but peeks at me.

Who the hell is she?

"I'm doing good, way better than before. What about you?" his eyes never leave hers but break my heart unconsciously. "I'm doing so great too, everything is going good in my life lately, so I'm happy," she chuckles, but since I can already not like her because of my jealousy, I peek at the guy next to her and bring my bottle lower, catching sight of him staring at me. He smiles at me but then moves his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket to look away.

Given the face and style he has, we must be the same age. "Have you been able to find the job you wanted?" Jungkook's voice grasps my attention, but I watch them silently, noticing something is going on between them. "Yes, finally," she laughs but looks at me. "Who is it? Is she a daughter you've never talked about?" her question makes me feel uncomfortable once more. This is always the same one.

"No," he grins nervously but lays his eyes on me. "I just keep an eye on her while her parents are away."

So I'm not even a friend to him?

"Ah all right," her laughter leaves her mouth, but I avoid looking at her, I swallow my jealousy and walk away without saying a word. I go back to the section from which I came and look for the same bottles as the one I'm holding. This is pink and pretty, so a bit different from the others.

I go a bit further in the section, and once I find the good one, I stop and put the bottle on its spot that I left empty earlier. I would like to buy one of those bottles, even though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it but let someone else drink it.

"Hey," an unknown voice startles me, and my eyes dart into the direction of it. This is the guy that was next to the woman a minute ago. "You like drinking alcohol?" he chuckles but keeps his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket. "Oh...no...I just like the bottles..." I answer, awkwardly.

My words make him laugh but come closer to me. "Have you already seen one of the most expensive bottles? It looks like a diamond, I'm pretty sure you would like it as well, " he mentions something I already saw, so I nod but shyly. "Yes I did, but the price is like...not pretty at all."

"I know, I'll never be able to buy it either, don't worry," he scoffs but lays his eyes on the items displayed. "Anyway...I feel like I'm annoying you right now," his beam doesn't disappear, but he looks at me. I don't really know what to do whenever I face a stranger, but I guess I don't have another choice, so I smile and shake my head. "No, you're not. Don't worry."

"Sure?" he asks but takes a peek towards Jungkook and the woman I cannot see anymore from my spot. "Because I feel like they're never gonna stop talking."

"Who is the woman you're with?" I let my curiosity talk for me since I hate to see Jungkook being so close to her. "She's my mother, I think they both know each other because of my father, like, Jungkook is his friend since college, and my mom has always been a friend to Jungkook as well..."

"Ah all right," some relief fills me at the sound of the word 'father', meaning she might be in a relationship and not free for Jungkook. However, he might still be in love with her, like the typical school first love or crush that many people cannot forget. "Why do you ask?"

"Just randomly..." I shrug but hide the real reason behind it, avoiding any eye contact but crossing my arms. "How did you meet Jungkook though? I never saw you with him before."

"Well, my dad is his boss, and now my parents are in another country, so he keeps an eye on me," I explain without telling any lies but see him nod. "Ah, all right. I was wondering when I first saw you...like...I thought you were his daughter or niece."

I don't show any annoyance at this type of remark again but smile. "Hm...no, I'm not. I'm nineteen, you know...I'm a bit old to be his daughter..."

"Wait, isn't he around thirty-four?" he frowns. "Because you kinda look young, so I thought you were around sixteen which would have made it more probable that you were his daughter..."

"Do I look that young?" I don't take it well since I don't like to look like a child, but he smiles at me and shrugs. "Not that much but just...a cute young, you know..." he giggles but makes me feel weird, the sound of this 'cute' got stuck in my head, and I feel shy. I can't handle compliments. I grin like an idiot but glance away.

"Do you play video games? 'Cause if you do, I can show you an awesome part of this mall," he pulls one hand out of his pocket to run his fingers through his brown hair, and I nod, "Yes, I play a lot when I have time."

"Perfect, follow me, you're not gonna believe it," he steps aside, but I walk by his side to let him lead us to another section, passing before Jungkook and the woman. This tall man who almost forgot I was here once he caught sight of her, looks at me, probably to check what I'm doing. "What games do you play to?" the voice of the boy, whose name is still unknown to me, drifts my focus away from Jungkook.

"Well...Call Of Duty, Fifa, Gta, and all..." I answer him but cup my arm with my hand, nervously. "Aw. You're a great girl then, we should play to Fifa together. I love this game so much dammit," he shakes his head but chuckles as his passion is surfacing. "Uhm...I play to that, but I'm terribly bad."

"Ah, all right," he mocks me but does it in an adorable manner. "I'll teach you how to be a pro, don't worry," he licks his lips but looks around us. I check the other side since he doesn't seem sure about the right direction. "There," he touches my arm to show me the way. "I think this is—"

"Y/n," someone joining us brings my attention to them as they cut the boy off. "Let's go home."