We both have been talking to each other every day, but the reaction my body has whenever he texts me is totally different from when the text comes from Jungkook.

< hey, how are you doing? ]

[ I'm doing good, and you? >

< bad asf. I don't want to go to school tomorrow😭 ]

[ don't think about it and enjoy your Sunday😅 >

< how tho? I know my mom is gonna force me to go to bed at 10pm like a damn baby and then wake me up at 6 am. I'm already done with my life...how could you survive till your nineteen? ]

[ good question lmao. If I survived you will too >

< I hope. What are you doing? ]

[ going to the supermarket with my dad, and you? >

< playing fifa. Will you be able to play with me today? ]

[ yes. Once I'm back home I can play with you but I'll have to work. Ill probably be home at 9 so we can play till 2pm then I work till 6 and we can play again till you go to bed. Is that okay? >

< wow. A whole planning😂 that's perfect, I can't wait to play with you. Will that be Alright if we play to Overwatch? ]

[ yes I love that game too >

< great!😊 ]

Now that he doesn't say anything more I check if Jungkook sent something else but quickly found myself being disappointed. I know we spent our night on the phone, from 10 pm to 5 am, but I just like when I see his name appearing on my screen.

"Do you know how old was his ex-wife?" I ask out of the blue, wondering if she was that old compared to me. "I think he said she was around thirty-one. Just like him."

"Oh, all right," I now realize how different she must have been from me. Two different worlds.

•••

9:10 am.

"I'm going to play with my mic on, dad, so don't burst into the room without knocking on the door, okay?" I warn him before having to face an embarrassing moment, but he answers me with an 'All right', so I move to my bedroom and close the door, sit down on my bed, and face my screen. I grab hold of my controller and put my mic on to join Minjae in the party then launch the game.

"Hello?" he speaks momentarily. "Hey," I smile but fix my mic, making sure he doesn't hear me swallowing or breathing. "Ah finally, I wanted to play with you so much. You have no idea," he laughs but makes me chuckle. "Really? Why?"

"I don't know...I wanted to play with you," he doesn't give any good reason for it, probably avoiding the truth. "Well then, I'm here now and until 6 pm."

"Great, are you good at this game?" he asks me without even knowing how bad I am. "I am...a trash at this," I give him the real answer to this while mocking myself. "Aw, don't worry. We can practice together if you want."

"Why? Are you a pro?" I lick my lips but expect him to say yes. "Not a pro, a master," his haughtiness causes me to scoff but love the confidence he has. "Well, well. Let's see that."

"Yeah, I'm ready to show you," he clears his throat but invites me to his group. I join him while both staying silent and pray for my connection to be good. Once I'm in the same team as him, I check my character that is the one I used the last time I played to this, which means this dates back to some months.

"Tell me when you're ready," he breaks the quietness, but since I don't really know what to do, I give him the go-ahead and wait while the match is starting. "I'm going to be kind with you for the first match, all right?"

"No, play as if you were with another master," I giggle as quietly as possible but hear him have the same reaction to my words. "Be ready to cry, darling," he dares to say.

I think he forgot the fact that I'm older than him. "I'm ready," I shoot back to not show any signs of weakness, even if I'm already dead from the inside. I'm pretty sure this match is going to end with a complete failure on my side but let's try.

"Here we go," his voice now scares me, but I go for it. I know I'm going to have a good time with him.

— Three days later —

Wednesday, October 23, 2019.

8 am.

"Dad," I look up from my phone and asks for his attention. "What?" he doesn't take his eyes off of his screen while working, but I speak out. "Don't you have to show something to Jungkook...? Something that I can take and hand him?"

"No," he shakes his head while chuckling, aware of the fact that I just want to go to the man's office and see him after staying away from him for four days. "He's working right now, y/n. Don't bother him."

"But he said I could get in his office whenever I want to," I tell him the truth, mentioning the text that he sent me. "When did he?" he glances at me but raises his eyebrows as if I was lying. "By text."

"Uh...all right...get in his office if you want then," he gives me the permission to go, so I leave the conversation I had with Minjae to stand up, walk up to the door, and go out.

I make a few steps and stand before the door that leads to Jungkook's office to knock on it. Once his voice resounds through the room, I come in but fall upon his tall figure leaning back on the large window's seat, wearing a white dress shirt, a dark blue waistcoat and tight trousers, holding a piece of paper in his hands.

"Hey," he says in a joyful manner but beams at me, so I go towards him while he's putting his sheet of paper on the desk close to him. I don't hold back from hugging him, making him give me back the same tenderness. "I missed you..." I speak in his chest, but he tightens his clasp around me to squeeze me in his strong arms and smile against my cheek. "I missed you too."

His lips press a kiss on my forehead but hasten the beating of my heart, making it pound against my chest but his tough one as well. After this endearment I missed like ever, he slides his hands to my arms but moves back to a slight degree to smile at me. "I swear, do not ever stop texting me every morning. You have no idea how happy that makes me when I wake up and see your little message full of attention."

"Really? That doesn't annoy you?" I remove my arms from him to not force him to hug me back, and his hands go away from my body. "Of course not, each time I wake up and see you texted me, I smile like an idiot without even knowing the content yet."

"I'm glad to be the first one to make you smile in the morning," I grin but look down at his glossy lips. He licks them but his teeth appear. "Yeah, but you like to tease me by text as well, don't you?" he brings this up, getting me all shy since I know what he's talking about. "Maybe..." I giggle, but as soon as I see his hand drift towards my waist, I protect it with my arms, expecting him to attempt to tickle me.

"That little face of yours is getting all red," he pinches the tip of my nose but laughs at me. "You're not the same as the person I see behind your messages. Hm? You're not so confident in front of me," he steps forth, but I do it back, not standing his big eyes now close to mine. I giggle but flatten my hands on his abdomen to keep him a bit away, feeling each and every ab under my touch.

"You're lucky I don't want to tease you," he stares into my eyes with a soft gaze but steps back, going back to his desk on my left. He sits down on his chair, but I get closer to go down on his thick thighs and feel his hands cup my hips. "What are you working on?" I turn the chair towards his laptop, pushing my hips back to lean over and rest my arms on the flat surface, remaining on one of his thighs.

"The new designs," he clears his throat, inching closer to me to have his face near my arm, his hands leaving my hips for the arms of the chair. I turn my head towards him, diving my eyes into his big, brown ones. "Are you overworking again?" I land my hand on his other thigh, noticing his attention go down on my lips. He licks his soft ones but smiles in an alluring way before leaning back. His hands grip my hips. "You shouldn't do this here, sweetheart. If your dad ever comes in, he won't like it at all."

"Ah...yeah," I move up to not stay on his lap. "And you know some people here wouldn't mind making up some poppycock," his weird work astonishes me, and I laugh uncontrollably. "Poppycock? What's that?"

He gazes at me but understands how my mind works, chuckling nervously at this. "Yeah, it's what you would call bullshit, but I want to stay polite."

"Oh okay, Sir," I tease him but see his smile growing wider. "See, I teach you new words as well," he straightens his back on his chair but locks his hands together, never looking away. "I don't think I will use this type of word," I answer but read all the frustration over his face. "All right then, I won't teach you anything again," he pretends to be offended and rolls his chair closer to his desk to go back to work, making me giggle but run my fingers through his long and fluffy hair. "Come on, I'm thankful for discovering a new word."

"Yes, sure," he doesn't move, but I bring my hand down to his ear, playing with the lobe of it. He puts his glasses on and focuses on his work. "Are you mad?"

"No," he smiles to make sure I believe him, so I stop toying with his ear lobe. He clears his throat and passes his tongue over his lips. "What did you eat this morning?" he fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose, peeking at me. "A banana and some strawberries."

"That's all?" he speaks as if I had to have my stomach full to start the day, and I nod. "Of course, that's all. I don't like eating too much."

"You were eating full meals when you were at my house," he reminds me of that, but I cross my arms. "Yeah...when I was at your house."

He smiles but sighs. "We'll see each other again," he states. I smile but move away to give him some space and get on his sofa. "Isn't it a dress you bought when we were shopping together?" he mentions my clothing, to my greatest surprise, but I beam and nod, feeling happy to see he pays attention to these little details. "Yep. I put it on just for you."

"Just for me?" his eyes meet mine, but he keeps the contact. "Yes, you don't like it?" I check his reaction the best possible, being able to perceive through his gaze whether he likes it or not. He licks his lips but smiles in a sexy manner, helping me to believe he's keeping his real opinion to himself. "It's pretty."

I smile but keep my eyes on him as he glanced back at his screen.

•••

12:10 pm.

I hold the tray with all the food on it while walking up the stairs, heading to Jungkook's office since he's still working today. My father allowed me to do this, he doesn't mind me spending my time with Jungkook as long as he's fine with, so as obvious as it is, I'm not going to hold back from being with this man.

As soon as I stand before the door, I struggle but manage to knock on the door. Then once I hear an answer that gives me permission to come in, I open the door and walk inside, doing my best to not be clumsy this time but keep the tray in my hold.

"Oh, sweetheart," he beams and hurries to head up to me, so I stop. "It's for you to eat," I glance up at him, but he takes the tray with his stronger and bigger arms. "You're so sweet...you didn't have to," he goes back to his desk and lays everything on it, pushing some work to make some space.

"I took what you like to eat usually," I join my hands behind my back, taking a peek at his face as he's tidying up. I really love the way he's dressed today, this is so manly, elegant, and sexy. "Thank you," he peeks up at me with his charming smile, running his fingers through his long hair to then take his glasses off.

"Have you already eaten?" he doesn't sit down but holds a few pieces of paper in his hands, keeping his eyes fixed on me. "I drank some milk, and I ate a banana."

"Ah," he puts the stuff down on a pile of files. "That means I'm gonna have to feed you again?" his big eyes meet mine in a playful manner, getting me shy effortlessly. "I can go back to my dad's office if I bother you."

He shakes his head but looks for something on his desk. "You stay with me and eat," he grabs a key and steps towards the door, making me check what he's doing. He locks the door and walks back to his desk. "You can come here, I'll continue my work after eating," he grips the back of the chair and drops the key on the desk.

I follow him, and once I'm closer, he gestures me to sit down on the chair, but I glance up at him. "Where are you sitting then?"

"I'll stay against the window, I'm fine," he shrugs, but I don't accept. "Well...this isn't good to eat when you're not sitting...it's not good for the digestion..." I try to find an excuse to get him to be on the chair. He chuckles but goes onto it to do me a favor, and he rolls his sleeves up. He pulls on his trousers, his thick thighs tightening the fabric, he pats his lap. "Come here."

I land on his thighs right away. This feeling is the best on earth, nothing can beat it. "You'd do anything to get what you want, hm?" his unique smile tingles my heart, and he rolls his chair closer to the desk to have the food at our reach. "I don't do anything...I just care about you."

"Hm, sure," he makes a cute face to show his skepticism but makes me giggle. "Look at your nose, it's growing," he gives a gentle chuck to it, but I grab his long finger and shake my head, lowering his hand down to my thighs. "That's not true," I press my lips on his cheek. "I don't lie to you."

A smile curves his rosy lips up, his left hand touches my waist, and his other veiny, tattooed arm covers my thighs, getting me to feel all kinds of butterflies at the sight of it. "I want to take a nap right now..." he leans back in the chair but looks up into my eyes. I smile but take hold of the bowl of rice and the spoon. "You need to eat first," I dig the spoon in the food and bring it to his mouth, he doesn't complain but opens his trap to take it inside and let me feed him.

"Take a spoon too," he speaks with the rice in his mouth, but I listen and do it for him. "A bit more," he gives a squeeze to my thigh, my body and brain loving the sensation of his manly hold on me. "Do you want me to choke?"

He grins but chews on his food, before dropping his eyes on my lips, making me nervous. I don't know why, but this is destabilizing whenever he gazes at them that way. "Don't put more if you can't then."

"I can..." I look at the spoon and shove everything in my mouth, swinging my feet from side to side but setting my eyes on his arm to see his veins and tattoos that stir my mind up.

I chew on my food but remove my shoes with the help of my feet only and bring one of them on his desk. "What are you doing, ill-mannered girl?" he makes it playful, sliding his hand over my skin now that my legs are slightly pulled apart. "Getting comfy..." I clench my thighs against his hand once his fingers brush past the inner part of them.

I feed him again but put my eyes back on his tattoos, loving them a lot and even more with the luxury watch he wears, which makes him twice sexier. "Stop checking my tattoos out like that."

I giggle like an idiot but gaze at him from very close. He licks his lips, my eyes peeking down at them, his hand passes over my back. "Have you really put that on just for me?" his voice deepens, making me understand that he's not in a simple state of mind with softness coursing through it, but something more suggestive. I pass my tongue over my lips and nod. "Why...? Is it not pretty enough...?"

He removes his hands from me and lays his forearms down on the arms of the chair, not taking his eyes away from me, rotating the chair from left to right in a kind manner. "I find it more than beautiful."

"Don't lie just to make me happy," my shyness complicates this as I cannot take the compliments. "I'm serious. You make it even prettier because you wear it for me," he bends his head forth and rests his forehead on my shoulder. "I wonder what was in your head when you decided to do this."

I smile but think twice before answering. "You...You were in my head..." I let the truth out, timidly. "But anyway, eat," I try to change the subject. He raises his head up, and his fingers go through his long, fluffy hair to be drawn back. He keeps them like that, revealing his sharp features and soft wrinkles. I smile but feed him.

Once his mouth is full, I put the bowl down and move onto his lap to lay my eyes on him and take a closer look at his hair that seems to bother him. "Do you want me to make a braid and get the hair out of your face?" I chuckle, teasing him. "Do you want me to look like a little girl?"

I giggle, imagining him with two cute braids in his hair. "You'd be even cuter, but I can tie it in a bun if you want. It suits you."

"Come on, make a bun in my hair," he straightens his back and allows me to play with his soft hair. I smile like a kid and turn a bit more towards him, I run my fingers through his hair while he's staring at me with his big eyes, and I use the hair tie I have around my wrist, for the man bun.

"Look at you," I bite my lips uncontrollably, not believing what I'm seeing. "You're sexy no matter what. I'm jealous," I put my hands back on my body but leave a kiss on his forehead. He doesn't answer anything but only beams, dropping his eyes down on my thighs for a short second. He's shy because of the compliment again.

"You're sexy too, so no need to be jealous," his words get my heart to skip a beat. He clears his throat as if he couldn't be at ease after what he told me. I do not keep my eyes off of him anymore, seeing his nervousness. He pretends that nothing happened and grabs the food.

He's cute, even more now that he has my white hair tie in his hair. "Give me the bowl, I'm the adult here," he grabs it without my permission, but I take this opportunity to wrap my arms around his waist and press my lips on his neck.

"No neck kisses," a little slap hits the back of my thigh, causing our skins to make a lewd sound but making me giggle in the crook of his neck. I lift my leg a bit higher, turning my body towards him. "Why...?" I pretend not to know, but his Adam's apple goes up and down as he swallowed his food. "Because. You know why."

"Hm..." I emit, the sound vibrating through my throat. Since I don't have the right to kiss this sensitive spot, I aim his ear, the lobe of it. "You slapped me without my permission," I whisper in his ear, but he puts the bowl down on the desk, so I kiss the spot behind his ear. "But you can do it again," I giggle, and the crinkles in the corner of his eyes sharpen.

"Not there either," his voice deepens, and his hand lands on the side of my thigh in a slapping way. I chuckle out of success but clasp his ear lobe with my teeth, nibbling on it, using my tongue as I can feel his fingers squeeze my skin. A soft moan escapes him without any warning, his head bending forth, his hand gripping my dress toughly but causing it to go up. Probably realizing what just happened to him, he clears his throat in an obvious manner right away, the muscles of his thighs flexing, he raises his chin after this moment of weakness he must not have expected to occur. He fidgets on his seat and cups the side of my neck with his hot, strong hand to make me pull away. "Do not do that..."

I stop and loosen my hold. I let my head on his shoulder and leave him alone.