"Can I talk to you?"

"Yes, baby. Tell me what's going on," he turns his head in my direction, leaving the candlelight behind him. I look up into his big but tired eyes, my hands holding his masculine one. "I found something to make money...easily...and fast..."

"And what's that something?" he brushes his long hair back, giving me all his attention as I can feel the apprehension travel through my veins. "Hm?" he strokes the back of my hand with his thumb, asking me again as he noticed I haven't responded.

"It's...I could earn like...four hundred dollars an hour..." I do not give more details in one sentence since I'm pretty sure he will not agree with it. His eyebrows narrow, and the look into his eyes become more interrogative, indecipherable. "That would help you a lot...I would use the money for the house...or to have fun together...I wouldn't do it with fun or love it...but if that could help once we're on the verge of being in the streets—"

"Y/n," he interrupts me and elevates his bust from the bed, not letting go of my hand. "Are you talking about what I think you are?" he stares through my soul with a penetrating look, but I shrug. "I don't know what you're thinking about."

"Having sex with men to earn money," he defines with better words what I avoided to tell. I keep my eyes fixed into his, toying with is fingers but hiding in my pillow. "Some just ask for company...I'd rather do that than see you in the streets, it scares me, Jungkook. I love you, I'll not feel any—"

"Y/n, what the hell are you thinking about right now?" the tone of his voice deepens but makes me shut it. "Do you think I'm going to let that happen? Never in my life, I will give you permission to do this. All right?"

"I can do what I want..." I mutter but press my face in my pillow, and he lies down to get back on his back. "Yes, but not in this case. I know you want to do this in order to earn money only, but I do know that you want to do this only to give me that money afterwards. Do you really believe just for one damn second that I will allow men to ruin your body? To use you as a toy? How can you even think about this?" he stares at me with sternness, but I don't dare to look up again as I can hear in the way he's speaking that he's upset.

"I will not ever let this happen to you. I don't care about what other women think and say about that, I know how it is, I know how disgusting men can be with those girls who sell their bodies, and never in my life, not even once, I will let you get into this type of awful world," he expresses all his refusal, categorically. "I'm telling you, y/n. I am more than serious about this, if I ever get to know you did this behind my back, it's over between us. All right?"

I dart my eyes up into his, realizing that I went too far with my words and should never have let this kind of thought go through my head. "I'm sorry...I won't ever do it...I just thought this might be the last thing I could do to help you..." I snuggle up against him and put my face on the side of his arm, feeling shameful after bringing that up. "I'd rather die than to know you got dragged into this..." his voice leaves in a tone close to a whisper.

I kiss his arm but intertwine our fingers with both of my hands around his. "I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking about..." I apologize for being dumb, but he turns to his side to face me and draw me closer to him. "I just care about you, I don't want anyone to hurt you or destroy the girl you are..." he presses a kiss on my head to reassure me, and I put my arms around his body to hug him. "We're going to be okay, I promise you."

I trust him, not caring about anything else but his health and happiness.

— One month later —

Sunday, December 15, 2019.

12 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I plunger the tip of my paintbrush in the water, then rub it onto the red color of the palette for the hair of the brush to absorb its pigmentation, I drive it to my drawing to blush the whiteness of it with it and follow the shape of the outlines.

The music in the room gets slightly interrupted by the sound of the door opening, I lift my eyes up from my work but smile instantly at the sight of my baby.

"Hey," she beams at me, wearing her favorite makeup to always be 'pretty' for me as she says. Let's not even talk about the cute clothes she wears, a pink crop top with a skirt off the same color. She is so cute, but the deepness of her cleavage makes it sexy.

"What are you doing with this?" I put my paintbrush down, but she comes up to me with the tray full of food on it. "I cooked lunch for you," she speaks with a banana in her mouth but puts the tray down on the desk, bending over and revealing her cleavage even more obviously. "Thank you, honey," I smile at her, but instead of walking out, she steps towards me and takes a look at my drawing.

Since she's so close to me, I don't keep my hands to myself but wrap my arm around her thighs to caress her skin. "I like it, who is this pretty girl?" she pulls her fruit out of her mouth, smirking but dropping her body on my lap, abruptly. I let my hand get up to her waist without touching her too much. "I think this pretty girl is mine," I give a little squeeze to her weak and ticklish spot to make her squirm, and she giggles and throws her body back on mine. "That pretty girl is lucky then," she plays with her banana in her mouth.

Watching her tease me, I stare at her while smiling, and my eyes peek down at her breasts, but I place my hand over them to not see anything anymore. "This is winter, you're going to catch a cold with those clothes."

She eats her banana, sucking on the tip but smiling with her red lips. "You're always there to warm me up, so I'm okay," she bites into it to chew on the softness of this fruit, and I press my lips on her temple. "As long as you wear them for me only, I'm fine with it," I stroke her chest with my fingers, but she raises her chin up and looks into my eyes. "Your little possessiveness makes you cute," she grins but fidgets onto me, turning to the side to have her legs on my right and out of the seat.

"You haven't kissed me this morning...you haven't given me my good morning kiss..." she stares into my eyes with her innocent gaze, getting me effortlessly whenever she wants something. I grab her hair but give a little tug on it to annoy her. "You were still sleeping, and you're eating your banana right now."

She hurries to chew on the rest of it and swallows everything. "There," this little brat gets the banana down, waiting for her kiss. However, I'm in the mood to bug her. "You wear red lipstick, I'm going to ruin it," I grin at her with mischief, holding her close to make sure she doesn't fall. "I don't care," she leans towards me and puts her banana down on the tray, before coming back to me and pressing her breasts on my chest. "I gave you a kiss when you went to bed before me, that's unfair."

I bend my head forth and join our lips, briefly. "There, you got your kiss," I tease her but see her like the way I play with her. "You really don't want to kiss me?" she pulls a long face, but since I cannot do this anymore, I cup her chin and lock our lips. I do not care about her lipstick, I kiss her passionately, with my tongue, giving to her the sweetness and tease she asked for.

I hold her face with my hand, applying a gentle pressure on her cheeks and sliding my tongue inside to play with hers, both swirling them around each other's one. She tastes like a cherry, this is so addictive, and I'm pretty sure she purposely applied this flavored lipstick for this. Once she goes forth to have her tongue in my mouth, I suck on it and lean back in my seat as she made me move. I smile against her lips, but she licks my upper one, so I let her do this, and she passes the tip of her tongue over my bottom lip.

I open my eyes to look at her but then envelop her body with my arms, and I lean forth to touch one of her breasts with my lips and part them against her skin for a sensually kiss, feeling her fingers run through my hair. Since I love this area a lot, I cup her breast but pull the neck of her top down to reveal more skin, and I pass my tongue over the sensitive spot of it, holding her still with a tough hold, kissing her breast and closing my eyes out of pleasure. A little moan escapes her and gets me to smile against her shivered skin.

I suck on it but put an end to it in a gentle manner. "Are you happy now?" I gaze up at her, seeing her smeared lipstick. "Yes," she smiles but wipes what she must have left on my skin. I lick my lips and wipe her skin as well. I do it in a kind manner but don't see the stain disappear.

"This doesn't go away," I grin but get my fingers to my mouth, I stick my thumb inside while she's looking at me. With some saliva over my skin, I bring it back to her face to wipe the red stains then use my index and middle finger, trying to get rid of this, but once I touch the area under her bottom lip, she moves her head down and takes my fingers in her mouth.

She wants something, obviously.

She doesn't bite on it but sucks a little, enticing me with this saucy action. I smile, unconsciously. "What do you want?" I speak in a deeper voice, taking pleasure in what this teasing girl is doing. I push them back and forth to play with her soft tongue, not holding back at all, and she moves it, gazing down at my lips.

"You're too much of a dirty girl," I force myself to pull my fingers out but land my hand on her thigh, putting my wet fingers on the inner part of it just to subtly make her understand what this touch close to her sensitive area means. She stares into my eyes without saying anything, getting me to raise my eyebrows at her. "Hm?" my fingers rub her inner thigh, the look in her eyes sending different emotions.

She comes closer to rest her head on my chest, but once I move my hand over her thighs to slide inside her skirt, she gives me a quick peck on the neck before getting up. "Good work," she walks around my desk, her cute skirt and crop top have all my attention, but she looks at me and then grabs her banana. "I'm going out."

"Where?" I stop her before she could escape, worrying about this sudden reaction, and the gaze she gave me. She holds the handle of the door and faces it while sucking on her fruit like a baby. "I'm gonna grocery shop, we need some things for dinner and also some candles."

"I'm going with you," I stand up and walk up to her, but she turns around, "No."

"And why is that?" I tuck my hands in the pockets of my grey checked trousers. "Because...you have the drawings you want to do."

I gaze down at her attractive lips, her hand touches my large, burgundy sweater to try to make me step back. "You suddenly don't want me to be with you anymore? Why are you acting like something is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong—" I catch her arm before she could open the door, and I trap her against it. I put my hand around the handle to make sure she doesn't use it, and I set my eyes on hers. "Tell me," I order her to talk. "This door will remain closed until you tell me."

She swallows her food and lowers it down between us. "You've been going out a lot to only 'go grocery shopping', as you say," I state the facts and finally get it out after keeping it to myself. "I trust you, and you know I love you, but are you seeing someone else? You haven't talked much about Minjae these last weeks."

"You really believe I would cheat on you or even lie to you?" her poised voice gives me some confidence to put it into her words with no fear. "Do you really wanna know why I act like that?" she licks her lips, getting my focus down on them for a furtive second. "You know I always want you to tell me when something is going on."

"I talked with one of my friends at school, he knows I have a boyfriend, and he asked me if I was still a virgin while we were working on biology because he always likes to bother me. When I told him the truth, he said that it's quite weird since I've been with the person I love for more than a month already. I said that you just maybe want to wait, but he laughed and told me that it was not possible for a man to wait for so long before having sex with his girlfriend. I tease you to see if that does something to you, but you barely react to it, and I feel like you're not attracted to me sexually. So yes, I'm mad and hurt."

"Why haven't you talked about it with me if that preoccupies you so much, y/n?" I let go of the handle but feel affected by those words. I knew something wasn't right, I can perceive it in her eyes and behavior. "Because I didn't dare to talk about it..."

I exhale sharply but straighten my back, looking down at her with her eyes directed straight forward, at the level of my chest. "I am sexually attracted to you, I find you sexy. So I don't want you to think such things. If I want to wait before doing this with you, it's just because I know how powerful a moment like that can be. I know how you might feel afterwards, and I can assure you this is not a feeling you can get with anything else. You told me you wanted me close all the time after that night when I touched you, but what you'll feel after that is like thousands of times stronger, and that little foreplay will be nothing compared to it. And no matter what you think, this will be a first time with you, and that's something that will make me feel as much as I felt on my first time because that's just how I am, I'm too emotional for this, and the fact that I'm going to be your first affects me as well."

A quiet moment follows my words, her eyes remaining fixed onto mine. "Okay?" I lift my hand up to her face and stroke her cheek. "What that stupid and young kid said is bullshit coming from a boy's mouth. A real man will wait if he really loves someone. Of course, it's hard because I want to have sex with you, I'm not going to lie, but I can control myself."

Her tongue passes over her lips, my hand not leaving her skin. I move forth and press my lips on hers. "I could have told you that tonight might be a good one, but you have to go to school tomorrow," I smile against her lips and gaze up into her eyes. She grins but drops her eyes on my lips. "But...we have time...if we go to bed earlier..."

I chuckle uncontrollably but hold her face with both of my hands and draw her closer to rest my head on hers. "If you're a good girl," I grin but step back, she becomes all shy and loses the confidence she showed me some minutes ago. "I'm going to eat the lunch you cooked for me then we can go shopping," I move back to my chair and sit down to grab a pancake and eat.

She comes back to me and puts the peel of her banana on the tray, so I lean back and lift my hand up to gesture her to get on my lap. She slides her fingers over my arm and sits down onto my thighs, passing her arms between the back of the seat and my body to hug me. She rests her head on my chest, so I heave my hand to her hair and play with it.

"Don't think about tonight yet. All right, dirty girl?" I chew on my food but giggle, feeling a smile grow on her face. "That wouldn't be the first time..." her mumbles get me to drop my look down at her. "Not the first time? What does that mean? You already thought about us doing some stuff without my permission?"

"Maybe," she titters but squeezes me with her arms, curling up on me. I let a burst of chortle go out but slide my hand down to her waist and grab a pair of cherries with my right one. I eat one of the two parts before flying the other one to y/n's mouth. She takes it, so I tug on the stem and drop it on the tray.

"Spit the seed out," I place my hand under her mouth, and in shorts seconds, she traps it between her teeth, so I take it and spit my own one out, hold her against me, and go forward to let these two where the stems are.

We both not say a word, the old song that I love as much as y/n does playing in the room. I gently turn my desk chair from left to right and rest my head on hers to focus on my computer for a moment, leaving my drawing.

I smile at the sound of the lyrics but purposely start to sing, knowing how timid she gets once I do it. "Should I stay?" I don't stop the movement of the chair, neither the one of my hand in her hair, but I close my eyes. "Would it be a sin? If I can't help...falling in love with you...?" a little exhalation full of giggles coming from her provokes an even bigger smile upon my face, but I continue and put my arm around her neck to stroke her jawline and look down at her features, with our faces touching.

She doesn't stop me but only listens to my voice mixing with the singers one, making her now stay calm and still on me.