"Well, would you rather be called daddy?" I don't feel any shame at all since it's to joke with him, but a chortle slips out of him, and he leans back to drop his hand on the back of the chair next to him. "You young people are weird."

"Then what's that lenny face you made?" I point out with confidence but see his look become full of incomprehension. "That what?"

"Lenny face," I repeat as he seems to not have heard me well, but he frowns. "What's that?" he makes it evident he doesn't know what this is, so I laugh at him. "Are you that old?"

A gentle kick in my calf makes it even more enjoyable as I know I hit a weak spot. "If you don't want to go back home, you watch your mouth."

"I'm joking," I fill my mouth with the ice cream but glance down, I grab my phone that I left on the table and get on the internet to do a 'lenny face' research. "Here's what it is," I turn the device in his direction and show him, so he bends over and lays his eyes on the image. "Ahh, all right."

"See, you learn new things because of me," I lock my phone and put it down, but he smirks at me. "Oh. I guess I'm smarter now," the irony in his voice reverberates through his words like ever, and I glare at him. "Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm not," he gives me a smug smile, but I keep quiet. I feed him once more to make sure he enjoys this with me. "You're lucky I know you won't be able to finish this all by yourself."

"Or else what?" I put some whipped cream in my mouth as I cannot get enough of the taste, but he crosses his arms and answers. "Or else I wouldn't be eating."

I smile but consume the ice cream and share with him but also don't forget the waffle.

•••

4 pm.

As we're now heading to the exit after spending some more money on clothes and other items, I look down at Jungkook's veiny hand that is free just right next to mine while the other is carrying the few bags for me. I nibble on my bottom lip but reach out for his fingers to slide my smaller ones between them and feel the warmth of his skin comfort me with nothing but this contact.

"What are you doing?" he reacts momentarily to this touch, but I look straight in front of me. "You told me to stay with you, so I make sure we don't get separated..." I use this ridiculous excuse. "And my hand is cold..."

"Yes sure," his hand tightens its hold around mine to return the fondness. "Your hand is cold," he doesn't believe in my stupid pretext, but I don't care, now he's holding my hand. "If you want I can give you my jacket, and you'll be able to warm your hands up in the pockets you know," he smiles at me, probably figuring out why I'm doing this. "No, you'll be cold if you take it off," I argue with him to not let him win, and he chuckles.

His eyes go away from me, but he comes to a dead stop, his features not exuding any positive emotions anymore. "Jeon Jungkook..." a man's voice echoes through the parking lot, so I take my eyes off of Jungkook to look at him. I don't stumble upon one man, but four.

Jungkook doesn't let go of me but positions me right behind his tall figure. "What are you doing here?" his voice catches a tone I've never heard from him, and my veins freeze, some distress taking over me. What is happening right now?

"You know damn well what I'm doing here," he replies but gets Jungkook's hand to tighten its hold on mine. "You leave me alone. I told you several times, I don't have that money anymore, and even if I had, I wouldn't pay that bitch. Got it?"

"Excuse me?" some footsteps resound but make me peek over the body that protects me. "How did you just call my sister?" he doesn't stop but inches closer with the other men, all of them looking like business guys who only cause trouble. Jungkook sighs, but the one approaching us chuckles.

"I don't have the money, why don't you want to understand?!" he raises his voice and makes me shiver, this side of him only appearing now. I'm terrified he could get hurt right before me. "If I sold this motorcycle, it was only to pay the bills! Not to have fun!"

"Do you think I give a shit about that?" he shows no care or empathy but scoffs at him, then once he stops walking forth, his dark eyes land on me, but Jungkook reacts momentarily and puts his hand on my waist to push me to the side and make me stay behind his back. "Who's that girl?"

"That's none of your business, she has nothing to do with this—"

"How old is she? Is she a fucking kid you hid all this time?" his deep voice never stops to make me shake, the fear controlling all my emotions and giving me a hard time to calm down. I feel like crying. "What don't you understand when I tell you it's none of your damn business?"

"Answer me, or I make her do it for you," he doesn't give up but obliges him to reply. "I just take care of her for a friend. She's not a kid. So stop it, this problem just concerns us, not her."

"Not a kid? Then how old is she?" his questions never come to an end, he continues to be interrogative, and Jungkook has no other choice but to answer. "Nineteen. Why the fuck do you want to know?!"

"Nineteen?" he scoffs. "And you hold her hand?"

"This guy left your sister to fuck a teenage girl?" an unknown voice adds itself to the ones I now know, but his words affect me, he doesn't have the right to say that. "She's the one who divorced, so shut your fucking mouth, and this girl is just a friend."

"Well...you should really keep an eye on her if you don't want anything to happen to your little friend," he says his sentence in a threatening way, but Jungkook suddenly drops the bags and stomps towards him to push him violently. "Do not fucking dare to ever approach her, or I fucking kill you. All right?"

The man stares into his eyes with no hint of fright or fear but only confidence. Now that I'm all alone on my spot, I feel terrified, he's all alone in front of them, and I'm more scared for him than for myself. "I do not ever want you or any of your guys to approach her, is that clear?" Jungkook grabs him by his shirt and makes my body shiver at how sharp the lilt in his voice is. "You seems very attached to her," he smirks right at his face, but Jungkook steps back.

He comes up to me at a fast rate, takes hold of the bags, and grabs my hand. He drags us away and passes by the guys to go away and leave them. I don't know what the hell just happened or why this happened, but I'm relieved to be escaping this.

Jungkook, who now made us reach his car, unlocks it but goes to the passenger side. He opens the door and tells me to go inside, so I do it and wait for him to join me. He's really tense, this is serious for sure.

Now accompanied by Jungkook, I buckle my seat belt on, and he places the bags in the back to do as I did and already start the vehicle.

"Are you okay?" I break the uncomfortable silence but the radio follows the sound of my voice. "Yeah, that's nothing, don't worry about this," he puts his hand on the gearshift and grips the steering wheel at the same time to lay his eyes on the dashboard's screen while driving backward.

"Am I in danger now...?" I bring my hands together but fiddle with my fingers, nervously. "No, I'm here for you," he reassures me, focusing on the screen to get on the road. "All right?" he glances at me and makes our eyes meet. "Don't be scared."

I nod to show I trust him and look away.

20 minutes later...

After a silent ride, I step back inside the house to follow Jungkook and close the door behind me, we both take our shoes off, and he hangs his coat on the coat rack on my right. He lays the bags on the floor but sets his eyes on me, giving me a concerned look.

"You're worried, aren't you?" he steps before me to face me, and I shrug. No matter what he said, those bad people know my face, and they could find me when I'm without him by my side.

He heaves a sharp sigh but inches closer to take me in his arms, making me do it in return to hug him back. "I promise I'll never let anyone harm you, all right?" he speaks in my ear and rubs his thumb over my shoulder while holding me tight. "All right."

His cheek brushes mine, and he presses a kiss on my temple, making my heart tingle. I smile but don't let go, I love this powerful feeling and how good it is to be embraced like that. "You trust me?" he says against my skin with his soft lips, and I nod. "Then there's no need to be scared," he caresses my back and looks at me, my face feeling hot with all those touches.

"I protect you," his tough hand slides up to the side of my throat and cups it for him to peck my forehead and then step back. "I'm going to take a shower and cook dinner, all right?"

I acquiesce and pick up the bags.

•••

8 pm.

The movie still playing for us to watch it, I lie down on the sofa to curl up into a ball and try to stand my stomachache. Jungkook is working on his laptop as always, focusing a lot on the project that seems to take a lot of his time.

I close my eyes but grab a pillow to put it under my head. "Are you tired?" he asks me in a soft voice. "No...my stomach is aching...and I feel like vomiting..."

"It's aching?" his hot hand touches my calf next to him, this contact shivering me to the bone. "Why? Are you on your period or did you eat too much?" he caresses my skin with his thumb but already brings some comfort to me without even doing anything particular. "I think it's just what I ate..."

He doesn't say anything but moves onto the sofa, so I check what he's doing and see him place his laptop on the coffee table to stand up and head to the kitchen.

"I have the best pills to alleviate that type of pain," he opens a piece of furniture and rummages through it. I sit up and gaze at him, waiting as he's now filling a glass with water to come back with the pill in his hand. "Here," he sits down right by my side and hands me the pill, so I take it and swallow with the water.

Once it's in my stomach, I put it on the coffee table but lean over him and wrap my arms around his body to rest my head on his chest. "Aw..." he hugs me in return and passes his hand over my back, pressing a kiss on my head. "Why haven't you told me earlier?"

"I didn't want to bother you..." I speak in his jumper, but he slides his hand up my back to end on my shoulder. As I know that his hands can do a lot of great things to my body, I bend over but lie down in a way to rest my head on his lap and glide my feet up the cushions. "Can you rub my stomach?" I look up at him with apprehension, hoping for him to not take it the wrong way.

He smiles but lays his warm and large hand over my stomach. "Don't tell your dad about this, or else he'll think about weird stuff," he trails his hand on the aching spot in a circular motion, but I nod. "I know. Don't worry."

I close my eyes and keep my head in his lap, not thinking much about the fact that it's on his crotch. He doesn't seem uncomfortable, so that's fine. "Wait," he grabs the bottom of my sweater but lifts it up to put his skin into contact with mine and let his fingers under the fabric. "The heat always works well. I can assure you the pain is going to disappear because of my magic hand," he smiles at me but causes me to do so at the sight of his features.

His hand caresses my stomach, skin on skin for his warmth to radiate onto mine and relieve the pain. "How do I work now though?" he doesn't stop but takes his glasses off. "Does that mean I'm annoying?"

"No, I'm just joking," he rubs the same spot over and over again, filling my aching stomach with butterflies as the manliness of his is just too powerful for me to not react to it. I turn my head towards his lower abdomen but keep my hands under my breasts since he's rubbing my stomach.

"I might fall asleep..." he chuckles but uses the tip of his fingers. "This relaxes me, and I feel sleepy now," his other hand goes right on the side of my face that isn't touching him, and he toys with my hair. This is the softest moment I've never gone through. "You can sleep, it's fine."

"No, I need to give you relief," he bends his head back to rest it on the sofa. "It doesn't feel less painful yet?" he gazes down right after, but I nod. "It does, maybe it's just your hand."

He smiles but pulls his hair back, before placing his arm behind his head to rest it on the back of the sofa again.

50 minutes later...

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

A deep inhalation wakes me up, my eyes open, and I leave my dreams. Still feeling the tiredness in my entire body, I remove my arm from the sofa and run my fingers through my hair, dropping my eyes on y/n who's sleeping with my hand still in her clothing but now on her hip because she turned towards me. I take it off of her and grab the remote control to turn the tv off and focus on y/n.

Since she's sleeping, and that I can feel I won't be able to keep my eyes open, this is better to get in our respective bedrooms. I comb her hair back but do my best to heave her up and take her in my arms. I hold her tight in my clasp and place her arms and legs around me in order to stand up and head to her bedroom.

I walk up to it but turn all the lights off once I pass by the switches, holding her with one arm under her thighs, and my hand gripping one of them to make sure I have a strong hold onto her.

Once I'm there, I open the door and walk up to the bed, open the curtains around it, and bend over to pull the blanket away and lay her down on the sheets. I position her in the perfect way for her head to be on the pillow. I cover her body with the blanket and lean in to pass my fingers through her hair and press a kiss on her temple.

I move back to leave her alone, but her hand grips mine. She opens her eyes in a sleepy manner to look into mine but slightly tugs on my hand. "Stay..."