A deep inhale surprises me and I regret touching him when he was peacefully having a nap.

He passes his hand over his bare torso but smiles. "Are you stalking me?" he brings his arm up to his pillow, but I grab the blanket to lift it up and slide underneath to get on top of him. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," I embrace him.

"I am, don't worry," his tough and warm hand rubs my back, my eyes closing to revel in the moment, the beating of his heart soothing me. He wraps his arms around my body and drops a kiss on the crown of my head. "Where were you today?"

"I was at the cinema and mall with Minjae, but I left because of what happened," I tell him the truth. "They were even selling some little popobe bear terminator keychains, so I bought one for you," I smile like an idiot, feeling his fingers caressing my skin. "You're cute..." the softness through his words melts my heart. "You seem close to him though..."

"I am, we're like best friends but...I think he likes me...I don't want him to ask me out, I'm scared to break his heart..." I speak to not hide anything from him. "Did you go out with those clothes for him?"

"No, I just found them in my closet and found them so cute, I wanted to wear them and...I thought about when you would be back home, I wanted you to see them on me..." I mumble the end of my sentence in a shy manner. His head turns more towards me for his cheek to rest on my forehead, but this one exposes his smile. "Why did you think about me?"

"I was like...'maybe he will find me pretty in this', so that's why I fixed my makeup some minutes ago and made it even better," I giggle but lift my head from his chest to look into his eyes. "Look," I press my red lips together to smack them. He laughs in the cutest manner but touches them, doing it in a soft manner as if he didn't want the bright lipstick to stain his skin.

"Am I still ugly?" I ask as he hasn't given me any answer, but he brushes the back of his warm hand over my cheek. "You're always pretty even without makeup, y/n. You're perfect to me."

My heart flutters, the effect of his words getting me easily. I slide up his body and press a kiss on his lips. "Now your lips are red," I laugh but see him beam at me, his big eyes sparkling when their pupils are dilated, his fingers play with my hair and comb them.

We both remain silent while staring at each other, the softness in his soul telling me and showing me how good of a man he is. This is not lust, this is care, love, and affection. The more the time is passing, the more his heart is breathing fast, and I love this. I love when I feel his heartbeat go stronger and speed up because of me, that's the sweetest thing ever.

"I could stay like this for hours...just looking at you...playing with your hair...that makes me feel good..." he speaks in an undertone, relaxing me with only the sound of his voice and his touches. "I could look at you all the time as well...your pretty eyes and your pretty, thin and rosy lips," I smile but see his cute one widen. His fingers brush past my cheek, but he gives a little pat to the tip of my nose, before leaving the side of his index finger close to my lips.

I trap it with my teeth, but he grins and jiggles the tip of it. "Don't eat it, I'm going to cook dinner," his words get me to only keep my lips against his skin. "I'm the one cooking. I'm gonna serve you delicious lasagnas."

He burbles my lips in a tender way. "Shh. I'm the one cooking," his hushing sound reminds me of last night, but since I'm too soft to even want to think about it, I only focus on his face. "No, I wanted to do it," I give him a sad puppy face, willing to cook and let him do what he wants.

"Hm...don't do that," he covers half of my face with his hand. "I can't handle your cute face."

I giggle but stick my tongue out to lick his skin and sit up. I lay my hands on his bare torso and apply pressure on his abs with the tip of my fingers. "I am the one cooking, Mister Jeon Jungkook. So you keep quiet, I'm the one ruling."

"I think Miss y/n is losing her head," he straightens up and encircles my waist with his arms to stand up without warning me. I cling onto him but smile. His warm body gives me all kinds of butterflies, and I hug him tightly with my legs and arms. He's so tall and robust, so warm with his soft skin, his masculine scent, I cannot help but be addicted to all those things.

"Over there," I stretch my arm out to point at the kitchen side of the room as I can feel him getting towards the sofa. "No, I said I'm the one cooking."

"Jungkook, please," I complain for real this time, feeling eager to cook my lasagnas. I wriggle onto him, and he stops. He sighs and goes back on his steps to get to the kitchen and bring me there. He puts me down once we're between the kitchen island and the worktops. "That's what I thought," I give a little hit in his abs, but he chuckles and catches my wrists. "Excuse me?" he holds them, making me impossible to use my arms anymore. "Repeat that for me."

"Thank you," I act innocent but manage to make him beam. He lets go of me, so I get ready to cook, I take the tablet and stand before Jungkook, sticking my body to his. "Why doesn't it work...?" I try to draw the pattern I'm used to doing to unlock the device, but Jungkook's large and powerful hand appears into sight, and he unlocks it with a new pattern. "I changed it, someone at the office saw it when I had my tablet, so I made a new one."

"Hm," I don't say anything about it but get on YouTube. "Do you know that your arms are scary?" I chuckle but turn my head to look up at him. "Scary? Why?"

"They're like, four times bigger than mine with your muscles and tattoos..." I peek down at them, feeling all fragile in front of them. "And those hands are scary too, they're so big they hide mine when you hold it."

He laughs at me but slides his fingers down my arm, making me remember the feeling of his hand around my throat. "Those hands are soft and caring when they touch you, don't worry," his manly voice gets my lips to curve up, but he wraps his tough arm around me to cup my chin and lifts it up to kiss my cheek. "But if you want I can keep them away from you, and I won't hug—"

"Don't even think about it," I shake my head to cut this horrible sentence short, making him chuckle but put his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants. Now that I found my video, I move forth and place the tablet on the kitchen island. "Can you do pigtails braids in my hair while I'm cooking? Please?" I gaze into his eyes without letting my desire bring them down to his bare and tattooed torso, hoping for him to say yes.

"Am I your braid maker now?" he inches closer but guards my body between him and the furniture before us, placing each arm at either side of my body. "Bread like bread or braid like braid?" I show him with my hands the two meanings of the words, doing the eating gesture or pointing at my hair.

My question earns a soft chortle from him, but he heaves his hand up and touches my hair. "Braid like braid," he combs it and holds me by my waist. "Come on, I'm going to try," he gives in to me as wished, so I stay still to make it easier for him. "I don't have any ties though."

"Oh, yes," I hurry to run to my bedroom and grab two tiny hair ties with white ribbons I've never tried to wear, and I go back to Jungkook. "Here," I take his hand and put the items in it, before passing between him and the kitchen island to get back on my previous spot. "Why so many things?"

"You first use the tiny hair ties, then the ribbon to make cute knots, like the ones we make when we wrap a gift," I explain to this inexperienced man but get to work. "All right..." he sounds less confident but still does it. He places the small ribbons next to me and separates my hair, meanwhile I try to focus on the video and what this woman is doing.

"Jungkook," I already ask for him. "Hm?" he does his best for me, concentrating on his actions. "How much money do you have aside?"

"Five thousand dollars, but the bills of this house are expensive, so we won't last long," he tells me but kind of surprises me with the amount I didn't expect to hear. "Oh, and how much do you have to pay a month?"

"Lately, it drastically lowered because I consumed less electricity and all, so I pay around eight hundred a month if I barely use electricity and everything that I have to pay like water, the gas for my car, the internet, etcetera," he explains to me without even sounding annoyed by my curiosity. "Hm. I had an idea before falling asleep earlier, that could save money a lot."

"What's that idea?" he almost finishes the first braid as I'm already preparing the bolognese sauce. "What about, consuming the least electricity and water possible? We can avoid using your car and go by foot somewhere..." I tell him what I thought to be great. "We could have candlelight dinners, candles are better than light..."

"You like a romantic ambiance, is that it?" he closes the tie around my hair but slightly tug on my hair to make it look less tight. "Yes, and at least that could save money for longer...we could find other things to do instead of watching TV or being on the internet. You like drawing and painting, I would only use the internet for my studies and avoid being tempted by social media that I use."

"That's a wonderful idea, my little one," the nickname gets me all flustered, and I smile in front of my food. "I honestly would never have suggested doing that since I know that at your age, you're a bit addicted to the wifi and might die if you don't have it," he forgets the person that I am, the one who doesn't need anything that most young people cannot live without. I'd rather have a night with candles everywhere, listening to some music playing from a radio or vinyl records player, no tv, just writing, reading, drawing, or playing some board games.

I must be old from the inside, I'm this type of annoying young girl who never found someone of my age with the same interests, but that was before I met Jungkook. I just don't like this life only focused on social media, with fake people, where everyone can judge others nonstop.

"Here you are, my love," he puts an end to all the thoughts running through my head, so I turn towards a mirror in here and check how it looks. They're so well done, I love them, but I cannot help turning around to ask for his opinion. "Is that okay?"

His starry eyes stare into mine, he cups my face with both of his hands and leans in for a tender kiss full of love. "You're perfect," he smiles at me, my heart going berserk twenty-four hours a day with him.

"You have red lipstick on your face," I get all shy after this compliment but grab a tissue to wipe his cheek and lips and remove the stains while his big eyes are fixed on me. "There, you're all clean," I throw it out but once I go back to him, he traps my body with his arms and grips the rim of the kitchen island.

He's going to watch me cook now. Focusing on something when I have this man behind me, breathing down my neck and showing off all his muscular arms, is humanly impossible.

"I might draw after eating," his voice enters my ear from very close, sending shivers down my spine. "Can you draw me?" 

"Would you like to be my muse?" he smiles against my skin, but I gape, "Your muse?" the thought of it already gets me excited. "Yes, please," I answer right after my interrogative words, but his breathing full of amusement brushes past my skin. "It won't be perfect, but I'll do my best to make you as beautiful as you are in real life."

"Stop playing with my heart like that," I nudge him in the abs, not even making him move as if it was a little poke of my finger. His hand comes right on the curve of my waist, and a kiss of his lips land on my head. "I don't play with it, I feed it."

"Give me a hug and feed it even more then," I act a bit needy without any regret or unease, his arms instantly takes me in an embrace, and he holds us close.

•••

8 pm.

"Wait, try to bend your legs up a little," he tells me to do as I keep on trying to find the good position for him to start. I lie down on my right side a bit more properly and bend my left leg up, keeping my elbow on the arm of the sofa, resting my head on my hand. I place my other arm in the crook of my waist and smile, tilting my head to the side. "Is that good?"

He returns the same facial expression full of fondness but rolls his stool to a cabinet. He opens it and displays a few cameras. "Are you a photographer?" I cannot hold back my desire to know, he picks one of them and turns around. This is quite some professional material.

"I like photography as well," he gazes down at the appliance to get it ready. "Lots of my arts, if I can call them that, are made from a picture I took. I used to travel a lot when I was younger, I would visit different countries or places with my parents," he raises his eyes up to me, revealing some facts I didn't know about him yet, hearing through the sweet and calm tone of his voice how significant this is to him. "When I was sixteen, my parents bought me my first camera, which was a Polaroid. I took my first pictures and made a book with them to remember all my journeys and trips, then I started to draw the landscape I captured. So...I guess this little passion started at that moment."

"You're an artist...why don't you work in this type of thing? You know...your drawing skills are amazing, I'm pretty sure many people would pay a lot to have your artworks on their wall, and I'd be the first one," I try to hide the shy curve of my lips, letting him know what I think about him and what he does. He turns from side to side on his stool but fiddles with his camera.

Since he seems shy about what I said and letting the music daintily play through the room, I try to continue with something else. "Do you want me to do Rose's pose?" I giggle out of timidity, feeling a bit coy about this, even though I'm the one who asked to do it. "From the Titanic?"

"Yes, I can take my clothes off and find a good position or a fabric to hide some parts...I wouldn't mind doing it for you..." I move my fingers up my chin, looking at him but perceiving the emotions through his body language. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, you don't have to."

"I wouldn't feel uncomfortable. You already saw me naked anyway...you're the only one with who I could do this and not feel insecure about my body..." I speak those words in a quieter voice, wondering if he's not going to be the one uncomfortable. "But I can keep my clothes if it's better."

"I'm going to take a picture of you with your clothes on, then I'll draw you without them. Is that okay?" he softly asks, and I nod to this. "All right, you can stay like this," he holds his camera up, getting me to feel all bashful in a sudden now that the lens has me in focus. I keep my body the way it is, my face being a bit hidden by my hand and making me feel better than if it was fully visible.

He turns the zoom to make it perfect, my lips slightly curving up uncontrollably. The click of the shutter resounds, my body relaxing a bit more as I'm focusing on him and letting myself enjoy it. He takes a few ones, changing of spot to have different angles.

Once they're taken, he lowers the camera and checks his pictures while I cannot stop contemplating him, for the feelings he's able to give me without even doing anything, or the effect he has on my entire body and brain by being himself only.

"They're perfect," he expresses satisfaction in front of them and glances up at me. "You can take your clothes off if you want," he puts his camera down to drag himself to his drawing board. "Can I use this cover to put it over my body?" I ask him but sits up, he nods while taking his stuff out, so I take my clothes off and drop them on the ground, seeing him from the corner of my eyes, as my actions seem to engross him.

He puts his glasses on, his big eyes looking like it's difficult for them to glance away. Once my clothes are taken off, I lie down on my side again and get back in the posture that I was some minutes ago. I slide the cover over my body to hide the most private areas and make it look subtle and good.

"That's perfect like that," he tells me, so I stop moving on my spot and rest my head on my hand, making sure that my hips are sticking out a little and giving to my waist a better curve. He smiles after taking a peek at me and grabs hold of his pencil to start.

"How long is it going to take?" I do not keep quiet, staring at him as he's doing so with me but sometimes looking at his drawing. "Maybe a few hours but don't worry, I'll take a picture to not make you stay in the same position for so long."

"I'm okay with it," I don't complain at all, I stay still and now let the music only, fill the room. Each time he lays his eyes on me, a little smile appears and he glances back at his occupation.

•••

Midnight.

A thought bothering me occupies my peacefulness of mind, making it impossible for me to get to sleep. I turn to my side to try to discern Jungkook's features, this man lying down next to me and probably sleeping. The candle in the room keeps his traits within sight, so I gaze at him, fixedly, feeling full of questions.

"Jungkook..." I slide my fingers between his long ones, feeling wakeful after the nap of earlier. "Yes?" he holds my hand in his warm one, reacting in a way that makes it evident he was awake this whole time. I cuddle up against his body and press a kiss on his shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"