A lip kiss occurs, by accident.

"What did you—" I gape but put my hand over my lips instinctively. "I—I'm sorry..." I apologize, feeling like he didn't appreciate this although it was an accident.

An exhalation that sounds like a chortle runs out of him, relieving me of a heavy weight I had over my shoulders after what I thought was an awful regret. "I wondered what you were doing, so I looked in your direction. That's my fault, don't worry."

I keep quiet but get on my back to not add anything more. I lick my lips, remembering the feeling of his soft and thin ones on mine that left a comforting warmth on my skin.

"That was my first kiss..." I nibble on my inner cheek but feel ashamed of what I just let out. "Well..." he says through the silence, the room sounding empty. "I'm sorry for ruining it then."

"No...it was with you...so I'm happy..." I tell him straightforwardly but realize how weird this could sound. "I mean...not that I knew this would happen or that—"

"It's fine, baby," he chuckles, but my heart leaps out of my chest. I can't believe he called me baby. The butterflies in my stomach are going insane. "Go to sleep, I can hear your brain overwork," he mocks me as the nervousness must have been obvious in my voice. "Good night..." I still answer him since I didn't do it, but he turns towards me, touching my chin, delicately, to cup it and flutter my poor heart with a kiss on my cheekbone.

"Good night," his low voice gets my lips to curve up into a smile, but after this, I cuddle up against him, and he holds me close to his strong body.

— Next day —

Thursday, October 31, 2019.

6:20 am.

I get out of the bathroom after getting ready but don't see y/n on the bed anymore. I fix my dress shirt in my pants and grab hold of my phone to walk up to the living room.

As soon as I'm out of the bedroom, the smell of food fills my nose, and I sigh, now understanding why y/n wasn't on the bed once I came back. I join her there, but in a silent manner to poke her waist once I'm at her reach and make her jump on her spot. "Good morning," I chuckle but put my phone in my pocket, smiling at her as she was startled.

"Ya...don't scare me like that..." she reacts with her well-known shyness but already offers me a warm hug, for me to start the day well. "Did you have a good night?" her arms make their clasp more snug, and I drop a kiss on her head. "Yes, I did. What about you?" I run my fingers through her hair but take a look at the food cooking right next to us. "I did too."

I slightly bend over to check the food a bit more but feel her getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss on my jawline when I'm still playing with her hair, making my heart flutter with love. I smile but lay my other hand on the kitchen island on my right to look down at her but allow myself to kiss her cheekbone.

She smiles at me, the softness of her gaze given to my soul making me feel loved. I slide my hand down to the nape of her neck to rub the tip of my fingers on it. "Another one..." she asks in a low and faint voice, but I chuckle and gaze up into her eyes. After what she said last night, I don't want to hold back anymore. I use my right hand to bring it to her cheek with delicacy and join our lips.

I caress her skin and part my lips against hers, feeling her follow this to let me embrace them and kiss her more intimately, getting my heart to beat faster like it hasn't done for someone for a while. I hold her jawline and give her a sweet kiss, losing myself in this moment. The tip of my nose brushes past her cheekbone, and our lips play with each other fondly.

I smile through this tender connection, and I slide my hands over her skin to hold her jawline and tilt my head to the other side, dealing with my fast and hard heartbeat, I press one last kiss on her lips and stop for them to remain in contact and nothing else.

However, she stands on her tiptoes and locks our lips again, asking for more in the cutest manner. I smile but kiss her back, feeling her hands grip my clothing, her skin warms up, her first kiss be demanding and tenderly clumsy. I encircle her body with my arms and revel in this addicting moment.

My heart is racing, the fizzy feeling spreading through my chest, my veins carrying all my hot blood, I'm feeling overwhelmed in a way I shouldn't.

One of my hands glides up her back, and I touch her jawline to try to control this, pulling away in a soft manner and toning it down. I open my eyes to gaze at her from that close but fall upon a redness on her cheeks that I expected to see after her skin warmed up against mine. I lick my lips but smile, before glancing away to check the food. "It's going to burn," I lower one arm down to her waist and stir in the rice and vegetables for her.

She doesn't say a word but rests her head on my chest. To be honest with myself, I haven't received this type of affection for years, and from her, this feels so sincere and comforting that I just cannot stop thinking about her or craving this.

The only thing that would stop me from loving her is the fact most people will consider me as a pervert, a guy that takes advantage of her young age to have sex with her when this is nothing like it. I wasn't attracted to her, she was just the considerate boss's daughter, but then, this all changed once I let her get so close to me, when I started to know her and see her way more often.

"Jungkook..." she pronounces my name with her little voice but provokes a smile to form on my face. "Yes?" I put the wooden spoon down and grab the bowls she already prepared. "Can you do some braids?"

"Braids?" I peek down at her but position ourselves before the food to make it easier for me, making her remove her arms from my waist. "Yes...I saw a picture with braids that would fit my hair length...but...I don't know how to do them."

"Do you have the picture?" I don't refuse since I would like to see how it looks and how hard it is to do it first. She nods and turns around to lean to the side and grab hold of her phone while I'm still filling the bowls with the rice. She looks so petite and cute between my arms with her face at the level of my chest that I'm unable to not smile.

"Here," she turns around again and shows me the picture for me to land my eyes on it and pause my actions. That is quite difficult since I've never made braids. "Well...I'm not sure I'll be able to do this in your hair without failing," I grin but look into her eyes. "I don't care if it doesn't look perfect. If that doesn't bother you to do it, I'll be happy with it."

"I'll try," I nod with a smile but notice that makes her happy. "Let's eat first, all right? I'll do it before leaving."

She agrees and now looks at what I'm doing.

•••

12 pm.

I walk out of my office at the sight of the time but check my phone, answering the text I received from Hanna. I got to know from her that his son, Minjae, texts y/n a lot, plays with her a lot, and also sometimes spends time with her. They seem closer than I thought.

"Join me, Jungkook," the voice of my boss startles me as I just walked in the cafeteria, I put my phone in my pocket but look up at him sitting at a table. "I'm getting my food..." I smile nervously and point at my right, and he nods, so I walk up to the food display to get my meal.

I've been feeling very nervous and uncomfortable with him, thinking about the things that I do with his daughter behind his back makes me feel horrible. I just don't know whether this is a good idea to tell him about it or not. What if this does not work out between us because I can't stand the fact she stays alone at my house all the time? This will maybe cause some unnecessary drama.

My simple food now taken, I get towards Taegu with my tray and put it down next to his to not have to face him. I sit down but see him eat hungrily. "How are you doing?" he asks as I can barely talk to him, feeling all the stress in my guts. "Good and you?" I pick my spoon up to start to eat.

"Great. How is it going with my daughter at your house?" he brings her forth as I anticipated it. I chew on my rice but keep my eyes on my bowl. "It's going well, she's studying and I made two braids in her hair this morning so she left the house happily," I swallow but smile, grabbing my bottle of milk. "Two braids? You're able to do that?"

"Yeah, I mean," I chuckle but peek at him. "She asked me to do them and showed me a picture, so I did my best but the result wasn't that bad," I tell him but gulp some of my drink down. "That's weird of her. Every time I dare to only touch a strand of her hair with my finger, she yells and tosses my hand away. Like, even if my hair gets to touch her because of the wind, she complains like a brat."

"Well..." I don't find the good words to answer him but only laugh awkwardly. "Are you sure it doesn't bother you to have her at your house though? I'm not complaining because, at least, I know she eats well when she's with you compared to when she stays at our house, so that's a good thing for her, but isn't it a bit odd to take care of a young girl every day...I mean, I would feel weird if you had a daughter and that she was always staying at my house..."

His words put me in some unease, making me feel like those vague insinuations are meant to be more than simple thoughts from him. "I...I don't know..." I shrug but lick my lips. "That doesn't bother me...but she's kinda mature for her age. Even if she sometimes acts a bit...how to say..." I scratch the side of my neck but realize I made a mistake. "A bit what?"

"She's not childish but more like...I don't know how to say it," I rub my skin but don't look at him, fixing the collar of my dress shirt. "She says a lot of cute things, and she has a shy side which makes her act very calm when we're outside. She's studious as well and very caring, so that's not bothering to have her at my house."

"Ah yeah," he understands, and I gulp down with relief. "She's really not like the other people of her age, she's weird, to be honest. She doesn't like parties, she never drinks because she can't handle alcohol, and she doesn't like hanging out with her friends," he enunciates what I already know about y/n after all the days I spent with her. "I don't understand my own daughter honestly. At her age, I would always go out, drink, have fun and all...I'm not complaining though because at least, it's some stressful things that I don't have to deal with as a father."

I nod but feel better about the fact that he didn't take my words the wrong way. "But...I wanted to ask you something," my peacefulness flees away at the sound of this sentence. "What...?" I look at him uncontrollably, fearing this question.

"Yesterday," he sips on his drink. "My daughter brought you a box of chocolate, right?"

"Yes..." I acquiesce, my heart rushing into my chest. "Did you...Didn't she stumble upon you kissing Heeyoung?" he goes straight to the point, but I shake my head. "No, I didn't. I would never dare to do such a thing. She's my colleague."

"Are you sure?" he passes his tongue over his inner cheek, but I answer him with confidence and honesty. "Yes, I'm sure, Sir. She's not really my type."

"Really? Why is that? What's your type?" he doesn't show any kind of mistrust but believes me. Thank god he does. "I don't like the fact that she likes to flirt so much at our workplace when we're not even a couple. I also know that she once cheated on her husband, so I'm really not into that type of woman. I prefer faithful ones."

"And physically?" he raises his eyebrows with a little smirk, willing to hear me talk about women. "I don't really care about the physical appearance. It's just a feeling I get in my heart if I like her, it's simple. A woman could be the most beautiful one on earth, if I don't feel that thing in my heart, then she's not someone I would like to date."

"I understand," he smiles but fills his mouth with some more food. "At our age, the physical appearance isn't the most important. That's why you should meet someone, you should build a family with a wonderful woman."

I smile but fiddle with my spoon, having y/n on my mind at a wrong moment. "You want to have children, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," I reply with some ache in my heart. I wish I could have met someone good in the past, the good one, I would have my family already, maybe y/n could have been older, we could have met earlier. "I wish I could have my children right now but...life didn't go as planned."

"Aw, it's all right," he gives me a little pat on the back. "You're going to find the good one, everyone does."

What if the good one might be y/n, but that I cannot date her because of our age gap? We haven't spent enough time together for me to know that, but I do know something, she's a great person for a girl of her age. She's responsible, caring, lovely, and so adorable. Even though she's still a bit immature for some things, I find her very mature in serious situations. If she wasn't, she would never have reacted the way she did when I told her we couldn't be more than friends. She listened and understood, despite the pain this must have caused.

I'm scared this relationship could ruin her future and make her regret the choices she made when she was young.

•••

5:30 pm.

Now done with this day, I insert my key in the door of my house and open it. I'm glad to be back home, especially since I know someone is here, waiting for me impatiently.

As soon as I come in, the delicious scent of food invades my nose, but the cute body standing before me startles me. I giggle uncontrollably, and she doesn't wait before running to me to give me a hug while I'm closing the door.

"I missed you..." she holds me tight but makes my heart beat swiftly. I'm so weak for this type of thing that it's hard for me to control my emotions.

I put my bag down but return the embrace. "I missed you too," I smile but press a tender kiss on her cheek seeing her eyes dive into mine. She beams at me and raises her arms up to my shoulders. "Am I too heavy for you to hold me?" she asks indirectly for me to take her in arms, but I chuckle. "Wait," I take my shoes and jacket off to be more comfortable and hang my cloth on the coat rack, before grabbing her by the waist to pick her up, carry her, and move towards the sofa.

A kiss of her lips on my ear gets my smile to widen. I sit down on the sofa and keep her close. "How was your day?" she nestles her head in the crook of my neck, the softness of this moment allowing me to relax, my head resting on hers, I close my eyes. "It was good, just tiring. What about you?" my hands rub her back over the pink pajama that I bought her, and which she's wearing. That reminds me of the fact that I haven't seen her in the clothes I bought her the other day, she must have worn some of them to go to school.

"It was okay..." she doesn't express a lot of positivity, so I turn my head and glance down at her the best I can. "Okay? What does that mean? Did something or someone annoy you?"

"No, I just wanted to be here," she answers me with relieving words. "With you..." she adds as if this was important for me to know it. She really is attached to me. I don't know if I should be happy or not, since my divorce, which was like a knockout blow for me, I changed who I was, I taught myself to not fall in love easily anymore, to not give all my love to someone again, even though I know how wrong this is.

I'm just fearful.

Her head moves up from my shoulder, and she brings it before mine to face me. "Why did you kiss me this morning...?" she mentions this in a quiet voice, sliding her arms away. That's the first time someone asks me such a question. "Because I wanted to."

"I never kissed someone before..." she fiddles with her hands on my lower abdomen, showing some timidity about it. I smile at her. "Was I bad...?"

"No, you were not," I reassure her since I know she must feel a bit insecure about her first kiss. I keep my hands on her thighs, but her lips curve up faintly. She gazes down at mine and lifts her hand up to them to touch the area under my bottom lip. "Your mole is cute," she giggles but then pokes the tip of my nose while I'm just contemplating her and smiling.

I stare into her eyes as she's barely able to maintain the contact but only scrutinizes my features. The sparkles in them are incredible, I would never have believed to see, one day, this sort of deepness and fondness in someone's gaze again while they look at me.

Willing to feel what I'm looking at under my touch, I reach out for her face and cup it with both of my hands. I bring her closer to me, delicately. "My big eyes make you nervous, hm?" I caress her features, slowly following their shape with my fingers to trace them.

She nods and keeps her focus on my lips only. "Why do you like me, y/n?"