"Let's go home," Jungkook stands before me once I'm turned towards him, but I refuse. "Wait just a minute, he wanted to show me—"

"It's late already. I need to cook dinner and work," he speaks in a soft manner to not be rude but grabs my forearm with his veiny and tattooed hand. "Wait, can I have your number or snap?" the boy hurries to take his phone out, so Jungkook stops and allows me to answer. I give him my Snapchat since I know it by heart, and once it's done, he smiles at me, and Jungkook pulls me afar from this boy.

I don't even know his name.

"Why can't I stay?" I complain while gazing at the tall man who's bringing me away, but he just releases his hold to let go of me. "Because we're going home."

"But you were chatting with that other woman just a minute ago, I was making friends for once..." I still stare at him as he seems to be avoiding my face, but he gets to the checkout and waits behind the people. "Ya. I'm talking to you," I cross my arms and step in front of him to make sure he sees me.

His big eyes have a glimpse of me a bit furtively but then land onto my lips, making me feel shy as usual whenever he looks at them. "I answered you. I just chatted for some minutes, but it was over when I came up to you."

"Do you like her...?" my voice becomes quieter as the question left my mouth with doubt. He raises his eyes up for them to meet mine, but a smile curves the corners of his lips up. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because..." I step forth to be closer to him, but the feeling of my phone vibrating makes me take it out of my pocket.

< hey😁 ]

I lift my chin up to check if the boy is still there but see him on his phone, peeking up at me with a smile. I look back at my screen to reply to him.

[ hey, you should tell me your name now lmao I don't even know what it is >

< It's Minjae but I guess yours is y/n from what I heard ]

[ yes it is but how old are you? >

< I'm sixteen ]

[ ah alright I thought you were at least eighteen, you look more like a man😄 >

< seriously? Thank you for this compliment then🥰 ]

I chuckle but put my phone back in my pocket, before taking a look at Jungkook in front of me. He steps to the side to put the items on the conveyor belt and empty the bag he's holding, making me watch him do everything.

Once it's done, we both go forth to let the other people behind us have some space and do the same. "You haven't told me what you want to eat today," Jungkook makes me turn around to face him. I smile but keep my eyes fixed on his big ones. "Cook whatever you want...It's always delicious anyway."

"All right then, and for dessert?" he takes his phone out, using it to type some things. "What you want," I shrug and still let him choose. I know I'm going to feed myself well since I'm with him, so I don't even have to ask for something particular. "Okay," he doesn't insist to get an answer from me but only focuses on his phone. This thing is taking so much time, it's boring.

Not finding anything interesting to do, I lay my eyes on Jungkook and scrutinize his features that I already know by heart. I could spend many hours like this, contemplating him and smiling like an idiot at how cute but hot he can be as a man.

Noticing that I'm being a bit invisible right now, I step forward and go down, before passing between his bodies and arms to hug him and invade his personal space. "What are you doing?" his soft giggles fill my ears, but he doesn't move his arms away, he keeps them around me. "I annoy you since you took me away from that boy..."

"Why do you make it seem like it's so bad? You don't know him," he doesn't joke anymore but shows some seriousness. "But he seemed cute and kind..."

"Hm," no clear words escape him, getting me to raise my head up. "Wha—"

"You like a boy just because he's cute and kind?" he inhales deeply but drifts his eyes towards mine to dive them into my curious ones and put his phone back in his pocket without hugging me back. His lips are so close that mine wish they could touch them without any problem. "Did I say that I like him? He's not even a friend yet."

"Well, you seem already attached to him," he averts my eyes in an adorable manner and only places his hands in his pockets. "Nonsense...I'm attached to someone else already..." I almost mumble for my words to not be heard distinctly, but thank god, he doesn't say anything. Maybe I would have wanted him to ask something like 'Ah yeah? And who it is?', but I guess he doesn't care.

I stop hugging him and step back. "Am I just a girl you take care of...nothing more...?" I ask in a monotone, looking up in his eyes but still feeling the ache he caused with his answer earlier. He frowns at me, maybe not remembering. "What are you talking about?"

"When that woman asked you who I am..." I lift my hand up in the direction of the spot that we were occupying while he was chatting with her. "You said I am just a girl you take care of."

"Y/n," he smiles but licks his lips, running his fingers through his hair. "I didn't say you're not my friend. I just responded without thinking about it, she asked me if you were my daughter, so I said no, I just keep an eye on you. I didn't mean it to sound like that...it just made me feel uncomfortable to hear her say that about you."

I cross my arms a bit more against my chest but glance away, hoping for him to say the truth and not lie to alleviating the pain. "All right?" his tough and hot hand touches my chin to make me look at him, but I shrug, showing my frustration. "Hm."

His soft lips press a kiss on my forehead, and he subtly strokes my skin, before pulling it away. "You know it, y/n. Stop sulking," his actions manage to make me change my mind against my will. I hate those butterflies.

— Next day —

Saturday, October 19, 2019.

10 am.

"Here is your luggage," Jungkook smiles and puts my stuff down before the front door of the house while I still cannot accept the fact I'm leaving his house and going back to mine. "Your dad is on the way, he should arrive in some short minutes," he pushes the bars down with the help of the handle but peeks up at me. He knows since last night that I'm not in a good mood, I don't want to go back home and be alone, to not see him whenever I wake up, to not sleep with him by my side to cuddle me, to not eat his food and not cook for him anymore.

"Come on, don't pout," he chuckles but comes closer. His arms embrace me and hold me tight, helping me to feel better for some seconds. "It's not the last time we see each other, you know," he lowers one of his arms to have it around my waist while the other is encircling my neck. His lips press a kiss on my cheekbone but bring a smile to my face.

I don't even know what to say, I just don't want to talk but hug him. I hide my face in his chest and enjoy the warmth of his body tenderly enveloping me. "Don't cry again...all right...?" he whispers against my ear but kisses it.

He hasn't forgotten how ridiculous I was last night.

/ flashback \

00:50 am.

I cuddle up against his body without asking first, feeling relieved to have him by my side for this last night spent with him. I wrap my arms around his body and hide my face in his chest, hating to know there won't be a next night here.

His arms hug me back to hold me tight but make me feel like a baby, loving his embrace and the manly scent of his body. I keep my eyes closed to listen to his soothing breathing and squeeze his tough figure to move forth and have his body against mine as much as possible.

"What's wrong?" he breaks the quietness in a deep and soft voice passing right into my ear. "I don't want to go back to my house...I wanna stay with you..." I mumble in the small hollow, and one of his large hands slides down my back. "Hey...we'll see each other again. It's all right."

"But not the same way..." I snivel without willing to, feeling the emotions taking over me as the darkness and silence of the night is affecting me. "I love being with you..." my trembling voice humiliates me, but I hide my face in his chest.

"Aw...honey..." he makes his clasp even more snug but presses a kiss onto my cheek. "Why are you crying...? No one ever cried because they had to be away from me..." he rubs my back to comfort me, noticing that it's hard for me to handle this type of little bother. I easily get attached to people, and that's my problem, I act like I don't care, but I know damn well that I'm always hurt once some distance is put between me and the ones I love.

"You're going to make me regret spending the nights in your bed..." he chuckles, probably to release the tension caused by me, but I bring one hand up between our bodies to wipe my shameful tears away. "Hm...?" his fingers caress my ribs, his hand remaining on my side where this is sensitive to his touch. His hot breathing brushes past my cheek, but he pecks it one more time, in a way sweeter and slower way. "You're going to make me cry," he smiles against my wet skin but does his best to calm me down.

I try to not let my sobs be audible but enjoy the moment in his arms, being pampered with kisses and affectionate gestures. "We'll stay in contact all the time, don't worry. I'm not going to act like I don't know you after all this, all right?"

I nod but feel his lips apply some pressure on my cheek for another kiss. "What do you want me to do to make you feel better?" he softens the tone of his voice but never ceases the caresses on my side as if he knew that I like it a lot. "I need some kisses and caresses like you're doing right now..." I don't hesitate to tell him, knowing that I will regret it if I keep quiet and pretend not to want anything from him. "Won't it be harder to leave tomorrow if I do this?"

"I don't care..." I wipe my tears away for the last time. He doesn't say anything more but gives me what I want, stroking my back daintily. His soft and thin lips kiss my jawline, and I put my arms around his neck, lifting my leg up to encircle his hips with it. No matter how close we are, this time he doesn't seem to be wanting more touches between us the way he did it some nights ago. I hate it, maybe I should have taken that opportunity when it came to me, but this is too late. He must be regretting the way he let himself go a bit further.

/ end of flashback \

"Hm? You won't cry again, right?" he smiles but squeezes me in his clasp. "I want you to smile."

"I'm going to stop my cooperative training and ask my dad to let me work with him..." I speak without thinking much about my sentence, but he moves back and gazes down at me. "No way you will, y/n. You continue and don't even think about putting an end to what you want to do only in order to see me. Understood?"

I look down without pronouncing one more word since I know he is right. I just like having him close to me. I step forth and hug him again, memorizing every little inch of his body that makes me feel safe and good. "Make me proud of you..." he murmurs in my ear to affect me more deeply, and I nod. He knows that if he says those types of words, I will listen.

"Look...I did something for you this morning while you were in bed," he steps back to free himself from my embrace and walks up to the kitchen. He opens a wall cabinet and takes something out. "I couldn't bake anything new, so I just did this for you," he giggles but comes back to me with a few pink cookies he wrapped in a transparent material and from which the top is closed with a red ribbon.

I beam at the sight of it but grab it once he hands it to me. "Thank you," I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his jawline. "I'll think about you while eating them," my reply gets him to laugh, and he combs his hair back with his tattooed hand.

The doorbell rings and ruins my mood that Jungkook managed to brighten up with something simple. He gazes at me with a smile upon his face but goes aside to open the door when I wanted these last minutes to last longer. I move up to my suitcase while he's greeting my dad but watch him, scanning the tattoos and veins over his arms and hands one last time.

My lips curve up almost instinctively as I just saw him smiling at my father, my heart melts at the sight of the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he moves back to let the old man in.

"Here you are, little bug," he grins at me but doesn't realize the way I'm feeling at this exact moment. "You can leave me here, I won't mind..." I mutter but drop my look down to the ground, holding my cookies and not letting go of them. "No, I'm your father, so I have to bring you back to our house."

I don't say anything after this, but Jungkook does it for me. "You can bring her here whenever you want, I had a good time with her," he grins but doesn't gaze at me for too long. "Really? She wasn't a brat?"

"Not at all, we cooked together, she cooked for me as well, and we went outside. That was pretty fun."

"Well then, I'm glad to hear it. I didn't want her to give you a hard time," my father talks kindly about me as usual, but I ignore it to only gaze at Jungkook, who's standing before him with his hands in the pockets of his tight jeans. "I saw the sketches you sent me though, they were amazing, and I can't wait to show them to the other company. I am pretty sure they will like it," my father mentions his work, making Jungkook obviously happy about it.

"How did your trip go though? Did you have enough time to relax?" he asks back to change the subject and get to know more about this trip, prolonging the minutes left for me to be here. "Oh yes, that was amazing, and I finally had ling nights for me to sleep and not wake up in a grumpy mood," he chuckles. "But what about you though? I know you worked, even though I told you to take a whole week off, so did you still allow you to take some free time?"

"Yes, I did. Y/n often scolded me and told me to stop working, so I did it," he gives a little look full of sweetness but causes my smile to grow even wider. "Ah, I'm glad she did."

"Yeah," he nods but looks back at him. "Anyway, I don't want to take too much time, so we should leave now," his words provoke a heart attack inside my chest, making me realize it's the end, and that I'll have to wait a lot before seeing Jungkook again. "Thank you so much for doing this, I owe you something," he grins at him, but this one returns the facial expression. "No need to, it was a pleasure," the man I do not want to leave yet looks at me, certainly understanding what I'm feeling inside.

My father opens the door, but I nibble on my inner lips and glance down. "Come on, y/n. Say goodbye. I don't want to bother him any longer."

"You're not bothering me, don't worry," he corrects these words but brings some happiness to me. I love those types of words, especially in this situation. I step towards him since I don't have another choice but to do it, I put my arms around his body and hug him tightly.

His hold is more discreet than usual, maybe not showing too much in front of my father. "See you soon," he breaks the contact and obliges me to retreat. I don't look up at him but grab the handle of my suitcase to step out of the house and make it obvious I'm not happy about this.

"See you next Monday," my father bows to him to say goodbye, and he closes the door, before following me to his car. Once I'm there, I wait in front of the trunk for him to open it.

"I guess you're mad...hm?" he notices my discontentment but I just let my voice vibrate through my throat to give him an answer. I put my stuff in the trunk, and he closes the door for us to get in the front of the car.

I sit down and buckle my seat belt on. "What happened during this week?" he questions me, turning the ignition on. "We went shopping together...we went to the beach...we cooked many times, some times it was me and some other times him...or together..."

"Great, you must have had fun with him, didn't you?" he tries to not let me die in my disappointment. "Yes, I did. I didn't want it to end already..." my honest words engender a moment of silence, the car moving for him to get on the road. "I saw it you know..." he lets out vaguely.

I lay my eyes on him with some confusion. "You saw what?" I ask, wondering what this little sentence means. A faint smile appears upon his face, but he keeps his eyes on the road. "The way you hugged him..." he figures out. I bite onto my inner cheek but glance away, hoping for him to not ask more about what happened, or worse, to forbade me to see him again. "I was hoping for this to not happen, but I was probably too optimistic."

"I just like being with him..." I try to find an excuse, expecting him to lecture me and tell me nothing can happen between this man and me because of our age gap. I stop him in his tracks. "Yes, but you know he doesn't feel anything back, right? He's too old to fall in love with you, y/n..."

"Did he tell you something?" I suspect an odd thing. "No, he didn't, but I saw you, the way you were looking at him, the way you hugged him, and the way you're behaving right now," he explains to me. In just some short minutes he understood I'm in love with him? How?

"You're too obvious, y/n, I know you more than anyone," he reminds me of that little detail, but I keep quiet. "Whatever..." I sigh and stop this.

•••

12 pm.

I lie down on my bed to never change the habits, staying alone while my parents are working downstairs. I bite my lips nervously but press on Jungkook's number, willing to send him a text but knowing for sure I might annoy him.

He's certainly working at this moment like he does it all the time. He never takes a break, and I noticed that when I was with him, he would only stop once we would be outside, cook, eat, or once I would tell him to do it. Either he wants to do his best, or he just likes his work.

I give up and don't send anything since I'm not confident enough. I put my phone down on my stomach and close my eyes, thinking about the fact that at this time of the day, if I was still with Jungkook, I would be cooking for lunch then eat with him.

Even if that was just one week, I see it as one-hundred and sixty-eight hours spent by Jungkook's sides nonstop, and for a girl like me, that can be seriously consequential. Since the beginning I like him anyway, so how could this not have heightened my feelings and that little attachment there was?

The feeling of my phone vibrating on my stomach makes me check it, expecting an unimportant notification to be seen on my screen.