"I know you'll struggle," I do it on purpose, not missing a chance to be in his arms. He stands up without waiting and steps towards me, making me laugh uncontrollably but try to get up on my feet. He bends over as soon as he reaches me and wraps his arms around my waist to yank me towards his tough body and carry me. "Now you're punished," he holds me tight but gets me to feel his muscles flex against me, my stomach does weird things, but I don't complain.

He drags me to my bedroom and opens the door, his scent driving me insane, and my heart beating hard at the feeling of his body holding mine so strongly. I feel good as ever, the warmth and sensations are just pleasant. "Here," he lets go of me to drop me on my bed, but I grip onto him to make him fall with me, putting us into an intimate position. He's now bent over me, between my legs.

"What are you going to do now?" I cling onto him with my arms and legs enveloping his body, but he pushes himself up with his hands pressing onto the mattress, getting me to feel his member between my thighs, heavily. "Now, you let go," his cheek against mine exposes his smile, but I don't move. "What if I don't?"

"If you don't..." he sighs in my ear, his long hair tickling my skin as his manly cologne never wants to stop teasing my brain and emotions. His hands suddenly get to my waist, and he tickles me, aiming my weak spot and making me squirm and laugh but end up releasing my hold.

He smiles at me now that he managed to succeed and straightens up.

"I always get what I want, don't test me," he grabs my ankles and holds them together with one hand to turn me to the side, effortlessly, and put me on the bed entirely. "Now, go to sleep," he combs his long hair back, but his big eyes leave me as his feet are bringing him back to the opened door. "Good night," he gazes at me for the last time, with a lot of sweetness in his look, and closes the door once I answer.

I grin without even wanting to but crawl up onto the mattress to get to my pillows. I close the transparent curtains around my bed and press down on the button in the wall behind me to turn all the lights off, then bury my face in my pillow like a dumbass, still smiling at the thought of Jungkook.

— Next day —

Saturday, October 12, 2019.

11 am.

I get out of my bedroom after being done with my morning routine and close the door, kindly, in order to not disturb Jungkook if he's busy or still sleeping. I hate myself for watching the dirty movie last night, all it did was to put some stuff in my head and make me have a wet dream. Not only it was intense, but it included Jungkook, which is the worst part of it since I'm going to face him today.

Everything seemed so real, his touch on my skin, his scent, his voice, this sounded like I his moans were familiar to me, let alone the way he was staring at me, panting, and...gosh. I cannot stop thinking about it, but the tingles are back to spread everywhere in my body.

I sigh and pull down on the sleeves of my dress but head up to the kitchen, checking on my right to see if Jungkook is here. He is not, he must be sleeping, but he seemed really tired last night, so I'm not surprised.

However, he told me I'm at home here and that I can do what I want, so since he cooked for me yesterday, I want to do it this time. It's just going to be a bit more simple, eggs with toasts, but I'm going to make bell pepper eggs to make it look better even if this is ridiculous. I'm going to bake pink cookies too. He will probably laugh, but this will maybe brighten up his mood.

I have to hurry.

1 hour later...

I place the last dish on the dining table, the food now ready to be eaten with all the pink cookies that I succeed on the side. I go back to the kitchen at the sound of a door opening and try to finish the hot chocolate as fast as possible, placing the marshmallows on top to make a snowman float in it.

"That smells good," a husky voice full of manliness gets me to whirl around. I hide the hot chocolate with my body and face him, stumbling upon a man in a pair of grey, tight trousers and black, turtle neck top tucked inside of it.

"Good morning," he smiles and walks up to me, attempting to see what I'm concealing behind me. "Good morning, I cooked the breakfast for you," I point at the table and put my hand on his tiny waist to lead him to there, making him giggle but still go.

"Sit down," I pull the chair for him but notice the bright expression on his face. "Aw, what's that?" he laughs in the softest manner and gets down on his chair. "It's your food," I move back to the kitchen island and grab the drink for him and my milk to step towards him and place it before him.

I feel shy and dumb, I don't know why.

"Aw sweetheart, that's so cute," he beams like he never did and gazes up at me. "You didn't have to do this, come here," he rises from his chair but takes me in his arms, giving me an endearment I love to get. "This is the cutest thing someone ever did for me," he presses a kiss on my head, provoking plenty of butterflies in my stomach. I hug him back, but in a shy manner. "How much time did you take?" he goes back on the chair, so I get on the seat before him. "I don't know," I check my watch to realize how many minutes passed. "Around one hour."

"That's so sweet of you," he smiles broadly but gets his phone out of his pocket. "I need to take a picture of this, that's so adorable," he lifts his arms up to place the phone right above the dishes and captures it. "There," he checks the picture he just took but smiles in front of it. "I'm going to post this on Snapchat later."

On Snapchat? This isn't even that extraordinary or pretty. Nonetheless, I feel proud of myself.

To now start the meal, he takes his cup to taste the drink. I'm glad to see him being so happy. "Hmm. This tastes better than the one I make for myself," he puts it back on the table but licks his lips. I cannot even look away but stare at him with timidity. "What about your meal though? You're not eating?"

"I'll just eat the cookies you leave," I shrug but see him dig in his food. "I'm going to cook for you, this isn't enough," he tries the bell pepper eggs with a toast but I shake my head. "No need to, really," I sip on my milk.

"Bite into it, this is delicious," he brings the toast to me while keeping one hand cupped underneath, but since I know he's not going to give up, I lean over and take a bite.

Well, that's good. "How did you make those cookies?"

"Some have a strawberry flavor and some others, raspberry," I cross my fingers for him to like it, and he doesn't wait before grabbing one to get to know if it's as good as it is pretty. Once a piece of it is in his mouth, he puts his big eyes on me in a playful manner, smiling at me. "I need the recipe," he eats the rest but never stops making me feel all jittery. "Come on, eat with me."

I listen and eat some cookies while drinking my milk. I know we're going to go shopping today, so I'm eager to do it with him.

•••

2 pm.

"Do you have everything in your shoulder bag?" he keeps the key of his car in his hand, standing on his spot to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. "Yes, I do," I nod, so an 'all right' leaves him, and he comes up to me while putting the key in a pocket of his leather jacket.

We both head up to the entrance of the mall and finally feel warmer inside but see all the people already here. As we're slowing down now that we're there, he fixes the turtle neck of his top but doesn't remove his sunglasses. I feel like I'm with a top model, this is kinda weird.

"Which store do you want to try first?" he asks me, filling the pockets of his trousers with his hands. This must be a habit of him to do that, a nervous one. "I don't know..." I look around us and peek at the shops' signs. "Do you want to go somewhere in particular?"

"No, I'm here for you," he smiles but glances away, taking his phone out while I'm staying close to him to not get lost. "All right then...here," I point at the Etude House shop, and he raises his eyes up from his screen to acquiesce and follow me.

This is a bit the type of shopping that I don't enjoy, if someone comes just to follow me and not enjoy it, this is a bit boring because I will feel rushed and a bit annoying.

I still go inside and walk up to the lipstick section, checking next to me to make sure he's still with me. I pick one of the lipstick but open the one made for a test. I roll it up and place it in front of the back of my hand to compare it with my skin.

"That would fit you," Jungkook speaks out when I thought he was more interested in his phone. I look at him. "Really?"

"Yeah," he affirms and takes a look through the others. "This one as well, this is cute," he plumps for the Dusty Peach and then the Kinda Nude one. "These two would be pretty on you," he holds them. "I like the colors," I put mine back where it was as he found better ones. "Let's keep them then."

I move away and head to the foundations to look at the cushion ones and feel Jungkook's build really close to mine. "I heard this one is the best for your skin type," he doesn't point at any of the products, but I frown at him. "How do you know my skin type?"

He removes his sunglasses but stares at me. "Because of that," he indicates my face. "And which one is the best then?" I look up into his eyes with confusion, wondering whether this is a compliment or not, but he smiles. "None. You don't need that stuff."

"Sure," I roll my eyes and pick the one I'm used to buying but brush past his body to walk away. "Give me the products," he follows me and stretches his hand out to me, so I put it in his palm and let him hold everything. Then  I grab the powder I love the most and finally stop to take my wallet out.

"No need to," he takes the last item I had in my hand and walks up to the checkout without saying anything more. He already puts everything down on the counter and gets his phone out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?" I stand by his side, but he ignores me and pays. I already prepare the cash as the cashier is putting the products into a bag. "Here you are, Sir," she smiles at him and hands him the bag, so he takes it and bows to her before going away.

I walk along his big steps leading us to the outside of this shop. "Jungkook," I run to catch up with his steps but back hug him to slide the money in a pocket of his trousers. "Ya—" he grabs my wrist when it's too late. "You shouldn't have tried to pay for me," I grin and create some distance between us as I can see him taking the money out. "Come back here  y/n."

I shake my head and keep up the pace to not let him approach me again, but he repeats my name in a more stern voice. "Y/n," he forces me to slow down, and as soon as he reaches me, he grabs my wrist firmly. "Hey, do not do that again," he stares down into my eyes with authority now that he's right before me, sending shivers down my spine. "You take that back," he holds the money. "I don't want you to pay for me...I feel bad."

"I'm the one who invited you," he opens my shoulder bag without asking, but since I can see he's a bit mad about what I did a second ago, I let him put the money back inside of it. "I don't like to repeat myself," he closes it for me but looks up into my eyes to make my veins shake. "All right?"

"All right..." I try not to like how strict he is but just glance down at his lips. A sigh runs away from them, and he places one hand on my arm to make me go forth. "Come on," his touch slides to my back. "Let's get to another shop."

I do as told and walk.

40 minutes later...

We both sit down face to face in a small restaurant after he ordered a big milkshake with ice cream and a warm waffle on the side for me. I put my bag next to me and wait with Jungkook, but he takes his jacket off and hangs it on the back of his chair.

I look at him but once his eyes get into my direction, I drop my gaze down to the small table we share. His veiny hands appear into sight, and he holds them together on the wooden surface. "Are you still mad at me?" he asks in a quiet but steady voice as I'm scanning his tattoos. I shake my head and make my eyes dive into his. "Yes, you are. You barely talked to me this whole time."

"I'm not mad," I correct his sentence, meaning it to the full and not lying. "You're too obvious when you're not in a good mood so stop already. I wasn't angry at you, I just didn't like what you did."

"That's why I'm not in a good mood," I lick my lips but don't look away, no matter how intense his look is. "Why? Just because I scolded you?" he doesn't understand but runs his fingers through his long hair. "Because I annoyed you."

He sighs at my answer. "You didn't annoy me, stop it...I just got bothered in the spur of the moment, but a second later, I didn't care anymore."

"All right then," I don't worsen it but just stop talking about this. "Then stop pouting. I came here to enjoy my time with you, not to see you sulk."

"Where do you see me sulk?" I pretend not to know what he's talking about, but he chuckles nervously. He licks his lips and bites them without saying anything more, probably not willing to start an argument. He crosses his arms over his robust chest and cracks his neck. "What do you want to eat for dinner today?" he changes the matter of topic.

"I don't know yet, do you crave for something?" I move forth and lay my forearms on the table, lifting one up to rest my head on my hand and just stare at him. "Pasta. I really want some carbonara pasta today."

"Then let's eat some pasta, I like that a lot," I agree to it with no hesitation, everything he cooks is delicious anyway. The waiter now arriving with the order, he places it in front of me, and we both thank him, before seeing him go away.

"Well, you should be hungry if you want to end this," Jungkook chuckles at the sight of this, but I grab the spoon. "And also have a giant stomach, but I don't have to worry," I smile at him and already fill my mouth with the irresistible sweetness. "You're going to eat it with me."

"No, I'm not," he refuses but doesn't have any idea how stubborn I can be if I want to. I plunge the spoon in the ice cream and all the sprinkles and drive it to his mouth as if he was a baby. "Come on, open."

His long fingers encircle my wrist, and he pulls it away. "You eat what I ordered for you," he says it in a soft voice, so I try again. "This is going to melt, stop being a baby like that."

"A baby?" he raises his eyebrows. "You're a bab—" his sentence ends with the spoon I shoved in his mouth. "Here you are," I giggle, but he lets me push the ice cream in his trap to eat. "What a good boy," I tease him while having fun but pull the spoon out as if he was a little baby that I'm feeding. "Stop embarrassing me," he speaks with his mouth full and heaves his hand up to wipe a corner of his mouth and lick it.

"Well, would you rather be called daddy?"