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1 pm.

"Y/n?" a female voice wakes me up, some soft knocking on the door following the sound of it. "Yes?" I answer in a weak manner, my throat feeling dry after crying each time I woke up in the middle of my nap. "I cooked lunch, don't you want to join us at the table and feed your stomach a little?"

"Yes, I'm coming," I accept, clearing my throat. "Okay, we're waiting for you, sweetie," she kindly replies and walks away. I roll on my side and grab my phone to check if I receive another text but feel my heart warm up at the sight of my favorite contact written on my screen.

< Look how even more beautiful the sky is from here, I can imagine you beneath them🥰❤ ]

I take a closer at the picture he took with the clouds that are close to him. I smile and save it, before answering him after one hour late.

[ your face is more beautiful❤ >

He doesn't answer, so I believe he's sleeping. I can still hear his heartbeat, and it sounds pretty regular and slow, so I guess he's peacefully traveling through his dreams like a baby.

I don't turn the device off but keep put it in the front pocket of my hoodie to keep his heartbeat against my body as if he was hugging me with his strong one. I leave the bed with my hands on the small cushion and take my hood off to get out of the room.

I close the door behind me and make my way to the living room where the dining table is, and where Mister and Mistress Jeon are. 

"Hello," she greets me first with a bright smile, making me respond to her with the same expression, and I bow to them. "Hello," I sit down at the chair, which faces Youngmi, and which is next to Jungho, who is between us.

"I asked Jungkook what kind of food you like to eat, so I cooked this to make sure you would like it. Eat well, all right?" she already pampers me. I nod and take hold of the chopsticks to dig in.

"So, did you have a good night? Does the bed feels comfortable enough?" she smiles at me, and I nod to her while chewing on my food. "Good, No one has slept it in for years, but I always change the sheets to make sure this is always as pretty as it was when our Jungkookie left the house."

I smile at her, seeing and hearing all the love she feels for her child. "Oh, and Jungho told me about the bracelets you bought for Jungkook, this is so adorable and lovely of you to do this to keep you both in contact as if you could touch each other."

"I tried to find something that could be more special for us, that's why I bought them," I tell her. "That's sweet, and I feel like this is more meaningful than the motorcycle the other woman bought him, she wasn't sincere, and we both knew it. She was so much of an arrogant woman, but we never stopped Jungkook because we—"

"Honey," Jungho interrupts her. "Let's not talk about her."

"Oh...yes. I'm sorry," she apologizes to me, maybe forgetting she should avoid mentioning Jungkook's ex-wife in front of me. "Let's talk about you, I heard that your par— I mean, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I heard that your parents didn't react well to your relationship with Jungkook...why did they not accept?"

"Oh well..." I glance down and stir up in my dish, nervously. "My dad didn't accept the fact that Jungkook fell in love with me because he's thirty-two years old...no matter what I tried to do and say...he still didn't want to trust him, so now they don't talk to me anymore..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she gazes at me with real pain and no fake emotions. "I hope they will change their mind. I mean...I can understand him in a way, but he knew Jungkook, he was his favorite employee, and he always trusted him..."

"As a father, I cannot be mad at him," Jungho speaks, looking at me. "If you were my daughter, and that a thirty-two years old man fell in love with you, I think it would be hard at first to accept it since I wouldn't know the man. This is pretty understandable...he doesn't know what our son has in his mind...so I won't judge him for that, but the fact that they both left you like that because of this hurts me a lot. I would never be able to do this to my child."

"Hm..." I do not say anything since nothing can be changed anymore. "But anyway," he brings some joy back to not let this sorrow deaden us. "You have us, we're here for you," he smiles to reassure me and not let anything pain me. "Thank you," I show my gratefulness but hear my phone ring. I lay my eyes on it to check who it is but notice this is Jungkook.

"You can answer it, we're not strict," Jungho allows me to use my phone as I let it aside because I thought they would see it as a disrespectful act. I thank him and answer Jungkook.

< aw. I'm sorry for replying now, I had a little nap after eating lunch😳 ]

[ Your little nap after your meal😂 I'm used to it now, you always fall asleep after dinner >

< hey. It's not my fault, I need some sleep to digest well😩 ]

[ 🤭 >

< are you eating? I hope you fed yourself ]

[ I'm eating the food your sweet mom cooked >

< it all starts with a meal and she'll end up treating you like a little baby. Be careful, she won't ever let you go😂 ]

[ I'm fine here, I'm good😂 >

< I'm happy to know you are ]

[ could we get on facetime tonight or you'll be too tired? >

< at 10 pm then because you have to sleep for tomorrow. It will be 9 am in New York so that's perfect ]

[ Okay and I wanted to tell you, Minjae said he will be at the same school as I am and he will do the same block release course so we'll probably be together, I won't be alone anymore >

< oh, that's great. Will you be with him every day? ]

[ I don't know yet but if we work at the same place then yes >

< okay. I hope this will help you then, but anyway, did you sleep well? ]

[ yes, the device works so well and I can feel your heartbeat and hear it. It calmed me down right away❤ >

< good, I can't wait to try it too❤ ]

I smile but do not say anything more, leaving him alone. I put my phone and finish my food while Mister and Mistress Jeon are talking.

•••

10 pm.

"Can you hear me?" Jungkook talks on the phone as I almost ran into my bed to be able to hear his voice. "Yes," I smile, broadly, but feel my heart beat fast, feeling Jungkook's one in my cushion. "Ok, let's get on FaceTime now, I hope this will work," he does it for us, so I put the phone on speaker, and once he starts it, I press on accept and see his face I missed after only some hours.

This hits me a bit too hard to see him but not be able to touch him.

"Aw, my baby," he beams at the screen, probably seeing my face with the blue light of the neon behind the TV, and the dim one by my side. I don't know if I caused this, but his heart seems to beat faster. I smile but find it hard to hold back my emotions. "I miss you..."

"I miss you too, but don't cry. This is even more painful when I can't hug you..." he lies down on his bed while I'm trying to keep my tears in my eyes. "Let's talk," he understands this is going to be difficult for me, staring at me but struggling. "Do you want me to show you my small house?" he smiles at me, offering me what brightens up my mood. "Yes."

"Okay," he smiles and stands up, showing more of his bare torso. He brushes his hair back while walking in the room, and he goes out of it. "It's an apartment house, so this is smaller," he turns the camera to put his house into sight. There is just one room. "So here you have my giant living room," he shows the right side, then moves it to the left. "And here you have my kitchen."

"Wow, you have a villa,"  I mock him, but he puts the focus back on him. "Don't be a bad girl like that, just because I can't spank you doesn't mean I can't punish you," he chuckles but goes back on his bed. "Seriously, I want to kill this asshole. I don't even feel comfortable in this house..."

"Well...I never liked him..." I state, even though I wild like to tell him to come back. It's worthless, he won't, he has to do it, I will just sound annoying. "I never liked him either."

I smile, but his eyes remain fixed on me. "I was thinking about getting a tattoo since I'm in New York, what do you think?" he brings up as if he had been having this on his mind for a moment. "What kind of tattoo?"

"I don't know yet," he licks his lips but runs his fingers through his hair, keeping them in it. "Well, you do you. That's your body, so I don't have anything to say."

"Hm. That's not what you say about your body though," his smile turns more flirty, making me understand the meaning of this but ask for more detail.  "What are you talking about?" I chuckle.

"Well..." he glances down at his body and moves his hand there, out of the camera, before looking back at me. "When we're in bed, you don't tell me that it's your body, so you do what you want with it, you often let me do what I want to it..."

I shyly laugh in my pillow but toy with my lips while he's staring. "I don't know what's happening with me," he breaks the eye contact to cover his face but scoffs. "I think the jet lag is affecting my brain."

"I hope he will still do it once you're back," I grin like an idiot but feel more timid in front of the screen. He gazes back at me and raises his eyebrows. "It will, don't worry about that. This will even be twice worse because I see you right in front of me."

"Stop playing with my emotions," I put an end to this as it is already stirring my mind up and making it hard for me. "You started this," he points the finger at me but does it playfully. "All right then, I stop it."

"Good girl," he continues without my permission, but he laughs in a sexy manner right after, making it impossible for me to say something. "Baby..." he breathes out, looking more serious. I smile at the sound of it but see the same expression drawn on his face. He turns on his side but rests his head on his hand, showing his flexed biceps. "I need to confess to you..." he grins in a shy manner, his big eyes sparkling as he's toying with his long hair. "About what?"

"I dreamed of something when I was still on the plane," he giggles, making me feel like this is something he's ashamed of. "Tell me," I do not keep my curiosity to myself, too eager to know what it was about. He pulls his hair back but stares at me, looking adorable and sexy at the same time. "I swear that was embarrassing as hell when I woke up because I had a guy right next to me, but I feel asleep once you told me you were working for tomorrow, and I remember how intense it was. I'm glad it wasn't sad, but that was really not the right place for this type of dream," he bites his lips but cannot help laughing, making it contagious.

"So," he gets ready. "I was with you in the car, and I think we were going to a sort of party or something like that, and I can still remember the clothes you were wearing, you had a red, tight but short dress with a cleavage that was going down to your stomach, so your breasts were too revealed to my liking, and I knew some guys would check you out, so I told you we wouldn't go if you don't get changed, but you kept on refusing and confronting me. I gave in after some short minutes, but I have no idea why, you started to get undressed in the car while I was driving to that party, and I couldn't keep my eyes on the road so I stopped in a deserted place, but then everything went quickly, and...that was a real, crazy mess..." he explains everything, astonishing me. I didn't know he had this type of mind as well.

"I want the details..." I speak in an undertone, being a bit demanding. "I don't think you do. That was like...very...very rough and unreal," he licks his lips but grins unceasingly. "Hm...you know how I am, but if you don't want to say it then tell me what happened when you woke up," I smile at him.

He stares from some long seconds at me, thinking about something for sure. "Put your earphones on then, I want you to be the only one to hear me," he tells me to do since he knows I'm at his parents' house, so I grab my earphones I left on the nightstand and plug them in. "Here."

"All right," he clears his throat but doesn't glance away. "At first, I know I was terribly excited, even if you didn't touch me, I was feeling horny, so I had to drive somewhere to be alone together. Then I stopped the car, it was night, so we were in the dark. You were already naked, so I grabbed you by the hips and put you on my lap, then I inclined my seat and pulled my pants and underwear down, but I was naked all suddenly, I touched and kissed you, then I couldn't wait anymore, I penetrated you, and I went roughly. I cannot forget how good that felt, that was almost real, that was hot as hell, and you kept on moaning and screaming my name...I can't stop thinking about it...The crazy part of it is that I came inside of you but there was cum everywhere on our skins because I didn't want to stop and you kept on moving as well so...yeah...I don't know what happened to me, but my brain had a little problem once I was too far away from you."

I try to still process what he said. His low voice almost made it even more exciting, and my body is hot. "Wow. That was indeed very intense. Did the man hear you say something or make noise during your sleep?" I bite my lips but giggle, still affected by his words and trying not to let the evidence appear. "I think he did..." his cheeks catch a red tint, the embarrassment drawing itself on his face. "When I woke up, I could still feel how excited I was, I was hot, and I had to go to the restroom, but I didn't want to make it obvious I just had a wet dream, I even couldn't believe it myself because it didn't happen for a while, so I acted cool but then had to go. I had my sunglasses on, so it helped me to hide behind them, but I still saw the little curve in the corner of his lips when I peeked at him. I wanted to die or never come back from the restroom," he cackles while staring at me, sounding cute but making me feel pity for him.

"Thank god it never happened to me...I would have died from embarrassment," I cannot help but laugh, imagining the face of the man next to him when he must have heard him moan in his dream. "In pretty sure once he joined his family or friends he told them about 'the guy next to him who moaned in his dream'," he cannot bear it at all, feeling shy about it.

"Anyway, you're blushing like a baby. You can talk about something else," I make fun of him in a kind manner, and he smiles without being offended but agreeing. "You should sleep, baby," he takes a look st something that is out of the camera. I'll call you in the morning while you're going to school if you want, okay?"

"It's only ten p.m..." I complain about it, not able to leave him and feel alone. I know I'm going to cry in the middle of the night again, this is really hard once I don't see, hear, or feel him anymore. "My little one," he whispers and moves his head in a cute manner to get me by the feels. "You know you're going to be tired in the morning."

"You're the one tired, right? You want to sleep before going to work in two days..." I remark since I feel like he's the one who wants to end the call to be able to rest. "No. You know it, stop that. I'd stay with you on the phone all day and night long if I could."

I smile out of weakness, even though I always tell myself not to fall for his sweet talk. "Have you brushed your teeth?" he asks me, making this last longer. "Yes, I did."

"Have you taken a shower and put your pajama on?" he looks down at the screen as if he was trying to peek at my body, but I bring the camera lower. "Yes, I did. I used the shower gel you like the most on me."

"Hm. I can smell it from here," he says idiotic things to brighten up my mood, making us both smile at each other. "Oh, and I hope my parents didn't annoy you today, or said some stuff about me."

"They did say some stuff, we talked behind your back a lot," I joke but hide something be would probably not want to know. "Ah yeah? I see my little one doesn't love me that much..." he pretends to be hurt, but I laugh uncontrollably. "We talked about you in a good way! And she even showed me some cute things..."

"Oh no," he stops blinking. "Don't tell me she showed you some pictures of my childhood."

"She did," I burst into laughter but oblige myself to be quiet to not wake anyone up, hiding my mouth with my hand. "When you naked in your bath at three years old, with a cute, pink shower cap on your head," I giggle at the memory I still have of that picture. "I even have it in my phone now."

"No! Ya! You delete all of those, or I'll spank you really hard once I'm home. Okay?" he threatens me now that this is a sensitive topic. "No one asked for my opinion, and you take a picture of me when I'm naked in my bath. Such a disrespectful girl."

I try to stay as quiet as I can, thinking about the picture nonstop and finding him thousands of times even cuter when he has his big eyes but little head. "I'm going to take pictures of you when you're in your bath too..."

"I'm not a baby anymore, that's different now," I remark but see he doesn't care. "Hm. That's not my problem."

I don't complain since I don't mind, but he smirks at me, before softening his features. "I wanted to ask you something though. I thought about it when I was on the plane and remembering something you told me. You know the boy who often annoys you at school, is he the one who told you asked you if you were a virgin some weeks ago?"

"Yes," I confirm. "Hm. I knew it..." he sighs, getting bothered by him. "I hope he doesn't go too far."

"He doesn't, don't worry," I reassure him. "I want to caress your face," he smiles but brushes his finger past the screen. "I would like you to do it too..."

— Two weeks later —

Friday, February 21, 2020.

8:40 am.

"See you later," I leave Jungho's car and wave at him to enter my school.

Jungkook sent me some touches on the bracelet this morning and some messages when I woke up. This really brightened my mood up, but even more when we talked on the phone during the car ride, so I'm feeling fine today.

"Y/n! Sugar baby!"